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Kim Taehyung - 22 years old
High Class Model
Fashion Icon and Designer

Park Jimin - 22 years old
High Class Model

Jeon Jungkook - 20 years old
Lower Class Model
Aspiring Music Producer/Singer

Min Yoongi - 25 years old
Famous Music Producer/Songwriter/Rapper
Jungkook's Mentor

Kim Seokjin - 26 years old
Sou Chef/ Drama School Graduate
Jungkook's friend

Taehyung is one of the most well-known and well paid male models of his generation, having already made a name for himself in the fashion industry. He is frequently requested for photoshoots of big designer brands, e.g. Gucci. However, being a famous model like him sometimes comes with the burden of having to work and teach amateur models that don't have goals and are looking for temporary money sources; much like Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook is an aspiring music producer, struggling to make himself a household name. While being in college, he has to balance working as a model to provide himself money, observing Min Yoongi work and attend his college lessons. As a lower class model he has to run errands for almost everyone; photographers, designers, make-up artists, even other models as well. After all this time, he grew up to hate one specific bossy High Class Model -Kim Taehyung.

Both of them despise each other's guts, wishing all kinds of misfortune to come the other's way. Jeon wishes Kim's beautiful arrogant face to be crushed by a bus and Kim wishes Jeon's perfect punctuality is disrupted, he gets fired and thrown in the streets to live as the hobo he truly is. Both of them are so used to their own lives, that one special night of them thanking god for not having the other's useless life, their minds are magically traded with each other's. Jungkook wakes up in Taehyung's luxurious penthouse and Taehyung wakes up in Jungkook's little student apartment that's filled with fruit flies.

Additional warning
Possible misunderstanding with the use of names [I'll try my best to avoid confusion and complexities :')]

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As the ever annoying, evil sound of his ringtone starts playing, Jungkook merely opens his eyes to stare blankly at his ceiling.

It's when he forcefully wakes up in the morning that he regrets his life decisions the most, when his sweet sleep is abruptly cut by his close friend calling him to wake up and go to work.

Seokjin took the responsibility of waking the younger up every morning, and sometimes Jungkook wishes he forgot to call him, he wishes he could sleep a little longer.

But, deep down he too knows that he needs perfect attendance at college and the two side jobs he picked up, plus squeezing somewhere between the tutoring lessons from Min Yoongi, a prestigious and influential person in the music industry.

Jungkook lazily presses Answer and brings the phone to his ear, "Yes, hyung?"

"Get up! You're gonna be late, I've already called you four times, Jungkook!" Seokjin says and Jungkook's blood runs cold. He can't be late for the photoshoot, or else there's a good chance he's going to get fired and it's all because of Kim Taehyung.

Jungkook curses repeatedly inside his head as he abandons his phone and starts getting dressed, running around the small room and searching for a clean shirt and sweatpants under the piles of clothes scattered around.

He normally isn't that stressed for work, he never really rushes to arrive on time. But, when he's working with Kim Taehyung any sort of behaviour he doesn't like is immediately gotten rid of, so, being even a little late is a risk he can't take.

Studying for college is hard, but he can deal with it even when tired after a long day at work. Delivering food from a fast food restaurant is not that hard, he actually enjoys being outside and he doesn't mind walking, riding his motorcycle or even running to his destination. Modelling, however, is a plain nightmare, most of the time because of that bossy, conceited little piece of shit and the rest of the time because everyone uses him for chores. Bring coffee, go fetch the clothes, and all due to being a lower ranking model.

Or, at least, that's what he thinks.

To be fair, though, Jungkook is not working as a model because he wants to be known and an established name in the world of fashion, it just pays pretty well in comparison to other avalaible job positions.

Jungkook wants to become an esteemed and respected figure in the music industry, as a singer and as a songwriter, hence the lessons by Min Yoongi himself.

At first, Jungkook was working as a genitor in his studio. It took some unauthorised mingling around with the elder's equipment to be noticed by him, like a movie where the hero is suddenly acknowledged by his own idolised celebrity and gets the chance to follow his dream.

Jungkook's case isn't very close to that, in that he works his ass off just to pay off his rent and maybe eat fifty-cent-convenience-store ramen twice a day.

He cut the 'umbilical cord' from his parents when he was 18, not wanting to burden them any longer after becoming an adult, so, he ended up pretending he's doing fine whenever they want to visit or call him.

Jungkook rushes out of his small student apartment -if you can even call that closet an apartment- and runs down the stairs of the old building, reaching the ground floor after other six floors and nearly dashes out. He rides his motorcycle and gets on the road, immediately speeding up on the dangerously busy streets.

It takes him five minutes and four almost-car crashes to get to his destination.

He runs inside the building and is immediately greeted by make-up artists and secretaries, including Kim Taehyung's manager, Byun Baekhyun.

"Thank god you're not late, Taehyung is on his broom today." Baekhyun says as they walk together towards the rack of clothes.

"When is he not?" Jungkook scoffs and the elder rolls his eyes.

"Don't play with fire kid. Be ready in fifteen minutes." Baekhyun says before leaving and going over to Taehyung.

Jungkook starts getting undressed, suddenly feeling eyes on him. He always feels someone staring everytime he's almost naked and that's another thing Jungkook hated about modelling, being the super introverted boy he is.

Ignoring the people that not-so-discreetly ogle at his body, he gets dressed with the clothes a stylist picked out and gets his makeup done quickly, rushing to the studio along with other three models.

As the director tries to get every model into their positions, Jungkook accidentally bumps onto someone's back, regretfully realising it's Taehyung when the elder turns around and scowls.

"Eh, sorry, I wasn't looking-"

"Of course you weren't looking. It's not like you're doing anything with that useless life of yours, so why even bother minding other people?" Taehyung sneers in such a rude tone it leaves Jungkook speechless.

"I can't believe there are people like you in this business. You should be something like a farmer or whatever, you're completely unimportant here. What are you even- who let this thing in?" He asks no one in particular, but Baekhyun rushes to the rescue.

"Tae, let's get through with the shoot already. Your schedule is packed, don't waste your time." His manager whines, getting Taehyung to roll his eyes and walk away from Jungkook.

The shoot rolls smoothly, even after Kim Taehyung's bitter remarks, and Jungkook politely greets the whole staff before leaving and running to his university for the afternoon classes.


After he is done with this day's lessons, he strolls all the way to the pizza restaurant in order to begin his shift.

He bows happily, greeting the owner and other staff. As he walks to the kitchen, he finds five pizzas ready for delivery and picks them up, walking over to his work motorcycle and stuffing them in.

Jungkook arrives at his destination in ten minutes, surprised someone from the rich part of the city ordered pizza from a not so luxurious fast food restaurant.

He climbs off of the motorcycle, picking up the five boxes of pizza and walks over to the buzzer, pressing the small button to notify the owners.

After a short while he's finally allowed in and he can't help but admire the minimalistically decorated white hall and golden plated staircase in the far back.

He climbs the stairs, hearing music banging through the walls along with people's voices. When he finally reaches the top he's greeted by an unexpected face, his short, mint haired mentor.

Jungkook widens his eyes and looks around awkwardly before suddenly dropping off the boxes in Yoongi's arms.


"That's 50 bucks." He interrupts.

When they first made the agreement, Yoongi clearly instructed the younger to act as if they didn't know each other when and if they met outside of his studio to avoid the attention of the public eye and Jungkook isn't going to disobey now.

Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head as he walks inside the main building with the pizza boxes in his hands, "Come in, I don't have money on me." and Jungkook hesitates but follows him shortly after.

The younger observes Yoongi's house starstruck; the white walls, the golden and black marble table to their left, the huge black couches and the plasma-

Jungkook freezes mid-track when his eyes fall upon his nemesis, the elder sitting on someone's lap and letting him kiss his neck -a recognisable face, he has definitely seen him somewhere before, but Jungkook can't quite put his finger on it.

Except for that prick, he also recognises Park Jimin, Taehyung's close friend as they portray their relationship on the media, sniffing a white substance from the coffee table with a thin straw.

Jungkook knows too well what that substance is and if seeing Taehyung in his mentor's house acting lovey dovey with another person makes him uncomfortable, seeing his best friend doing cocaine is even more disturbing. He needs to leave now, before they notice him.

Yoongi places the boxes on the coffee table and picks up a fifty dollar bill that was left on it. He turns to Jungkook and extends his hand, waiting for Jungkook to pick the dollar bill up.

The younger reaches out, but before he can take it Yoongi pulls back and gives Jungkook a playful look. "Why don't you stay, Kookie? We're just having some fun here,"

At that, the three boys situated on the couch turn to take a look at the new arrival.

It only takes milliseconds for Taehyung to put on his usual disdainful expression.

"What is he doing here?"

"Calm your tits Tae, he's just the delivery boy," Yoongi responds, still looking at the younger, "but I wouldn't mind it if you stayed."

Jungkook swallows with difficulty as the word uncomfortable can only belittle what he's actually feeling.

He reaches out with an open palm and his head hanging low, "I-I'd like to go if that's okay."

Yoongi places the bill on the younger's palm and the boy bows deeply before rushing out of the building.

Jimin snickers and prepares another line. "That was real smooth hyung."

"Shut up. Junkie manwhores don't have the right to tell me off." Yoongi snaps and Jimin purses his lips, focusing on making another straight white line.

"What's your deal with him, Taehyung? What has he done to you that makes you hate him so much?" He asks as he sits on a black armchair.

Taehyung leans forward and grabs a box of pizza, bringing it over to him and his boyfriend.

"'Cause he's an ungrateful little bitch. He's been given so many opportunities and offers and he always looks like someone stole his lollipop. It's so fucking frustrating, I can't even.." He simply explains, grabbing a slice of pizza and feeding Jinyoung.

"Whatever. Just don't scare him off next time, this isn't your place."

Taehyung turns his attention back to Yoongi. "Why? Do you have feelings for that little shit?"

Yoongi scoffs, wondering if he's hearing right.
"Have you seen him? His body? I wanna fuck him so hard he can't walk for a month. I want to feed him cum day in day out, that's what I want."

Taehyung shakes his head with a smirk, shifting his attention to Jinyoung who is waiting for his boyfriend to give him another bite and another kiss with it.

Yoongi leans back on his armchair after grabbing a box of pizza for himself.

He has to make his fantasy become true. Just imagining the boy whimpering and trembling under him won't work for long. He already has a boner, from just saying what he wanted to do to him out loud, and imagining more brings out a very perverted side of him, to the point where it becomes sick.

He'll capture the boy someday, that's for sure.

And then, Yoongi will have him do anything that comes up on his deviant mind, whether Jungkook's pliant or not.

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The raven haired boy tosses and turns in his bed, his hands pressing on his stomach like that would help ease his pain in the middle of the night. He whines and sniffles in distress, pulling his pillow to his torso and hugging it tightly.

It's what happens when you don't eat normal, homemade food for months, Jeon. Ramen can't sustain you, idiot. Surprised it didn't happen sooner.

As minutes pass and the pain becomes unbearable, he lets out a grunt of agitation and sits up, closing his eyes and running a hand through his dark locks.

Jungkook slips on a black hoodie and his sneakers, exiting the room irked which leads him to accidentally slam the door, the sound echoing through the building. He sure hopes no one heard that or he'll be in trouble the next time he meets his landlord.

He skips on the numerous steps, quickly escaping the icky building, and greets with a sigh the chilly night air. Even though it's 3 a.m. people still roam the brightly lit streets, stores adding to the glow of the city with their colourful neon signs, all of that making Jungkook feel safe, but still quite uncomfortable.

He can't stand crowds which often comes to contradiction with him working as a model. Nevertheless, money is money, so he sucks it up and does his job without complaining to anyone but himself. And Jin. Sometimes.

Jungkook walks into the drug store, silently indulging the smell of cleanliness, and strolls over to the pill isle, immediately eyeing for the one his mom used to give him as a boy. He picks up the little yellow packet as soon as he sees it, reading the cartoon-ish letters that resurfaced old memories.

Banana Flavoured Tummy Pain Pillies

He chuckles to himself incredulously. Someone actually named stomach ache pills tummy pain pillies. Now that he thinks of it, he isn't sure how it managed to become one of the most famous medicine brands for children, but he does still like it, so... it worked?

Jungkook plays with the packet in his hands, heading back to the register, but freezing in front of the- the Love Section. Next to children's medicine. Smart.

He blushes, but his eyes don't stop wandering over condoms, lube, vibrators, plugs, rings-


The sound of the bell as another customer enters the store makes Jungkook flinch, returning back to reality.

Inexperienced, that's what he is. Nineteen years old and all he ever had was small awkward makeout sessions. He doesn't even know how to approach a girl -or even a boy, he doesn't restrict himself like that- being the introverted boy that he is.

Jungkook shakes his head, still flushing uncomfortably, and makes his way to the clerk, waiting in line behind the new customer.

"-and could I have some band-aid, too? Thank you."

Jungkook ears perk up at the familiar deep voice, causing him to look discreetly at his profile.

A tall male, slightly taller than him, with a grey hoodie covering almost all of his head, except for the dirty blond locks that reach eye level. The tad bit of skin Jungkook manages to see appears dark red, close to mulberry, probably a bruise.

Jungkook purses his lips  and looks away, right when the male notices him and stiffens.

"What the living hell are you doing here, Jungkook?" He grumbles, glowering at the younger as he lifts his frowning gaze.


He can see his whole face now, leaving him to gape at the actual situation on Taehyung's face.

Torn, bloody lips, the bruise that in fact stretches from over his cheekbone to his jaw, and a black eye.

"What the hell happened to you?" Jungkook blurts his thoughts, still shocked by the horrendous condition of the older's usually beautiful face.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, well, as much as he can with one almost immobile from the swelling. "Why do care, huh? Stalker?"

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, but rolls his eyes as well, seeing how the older is in mood for bickering after all.

"Stalker? That's the best thing you could come up with? You live in the other side of the city, come to the drugstore near my place, and I stalk you?" The younger scoffs and Taehyung stiffens again, surprisingly not giving any witty retort back.

The clerk comes back to the counter with all of Taehyung's stuff in a plastic bag and Taehyung snatches the bag, dropping a hundred bucks on the counter and fleeing the shop.

Jungkook shakes his head and gives the clerk five bucks for the tummy pain pillies, exiting promptly.

He unconsciously looks around for Taehyung, but turns around and walks back to his place, lost deep in thought.

Did he get into some fight? It was pretty nasty, so I'm guessing he was on the receiving end. Well, if he pissed someone off and couldn't handle the fight, a good beating serves him right.

However, Jungkook hopes that, even if he won't admit it, those bruises and cuts are only from a one-time thing, a stupid naïve fight the older got himself into while drunk.

The only problem with that thought is that Taehyung looked completely sober.


Taehyung rushes out of the suddenly suffocating atmosphere of the drugstore, stuffing himself in the closest dimly lit alleyway. He leans on the wall and takes a deep breath, an effort to calm down his nerves.

As he fumbles with the items from the bag, he slides down the wall and crosses his legs once sat down. Taehyung takes his phone out and opens the camera, assessing the damage as tears well up in his eyes.

He wets a cotton pad with iodine and presses it against his lip, hissing from the sudden stinging pain but it's nothing he can't handle anymore.

Taehyung drops the pad and bandages the cut on his lip with a small band-aid when his phone starts buzzing and the words myprince flash on the screen.

He ignores the call, grabbing an aloe vera tube and squeezing the gel-y substance onto his fingers, promptly applying gently on the bruises and spreading the product.

Once he's done, he stuffs everything back to the plastic bag and leans his head back on the wall, sighing deeply.

His phone buzzes again, but this time he reads ass baek and takes a deep breath before picking up.


"Where the hell are you, Tae? We're worried sick!"

Taehyung lets out a humourless chuckle, "'We'? You and- who else?"

"Tae, please. Don't be stupid. We're coming to you. We- we used your phone's location. Don't go anywhere, we're close. Please-"

Taehyung hangs up, sighing again as he throws his phone in front of him. Tears gather in his eyes, flowing with no hesitation as he breaks down, miserably crying in a dark alley by himself.

The sound of a car's wheels slowing down and parking close to him dries his eyes, putting up a much more composed facade, for Jinyoung likes seeing him cry only when he's fucking him.

Two men walk up to him, the one squatting to his level and wrapping an arm under Taehyung's armpits as he lifts him up.

"You're gonna be okay, champ. I promise." Baekhyun whispers sleepily as he leads him to the van and they both climb in, Jinyoung silently taking the driver's duty and drives them back to their place.

Taehyung momentarily glances at the rearview mirror, averting his eyes instantly when Jinyoung notices him. He turns to the window and stares at the people still awake and moving, a pang of unknown jealousy hurting his heart.

I doubt that.

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Kim Taehyung's loft window' curtains automatically pull open as soon as the clock hits nine, filling every room with the morning light and waking the boy up in the process. It's his favourite part of the day, waking up so calmly and being greeted by the miles and miles of sky outside his huge windows, while still in the softness of his own bed.

The sound of his mixer working fills the silence, slightly irritating him, but he gets up, covers his naked body with a silky robe and walks to the kitchen nevertheless.

Lazily, he walks over to a stool and sits, resting his chin on his palm, watching Jinyoung's back as he makes breakfast.

"Morning beautiful," Jinyoung hums as he turns around with the mixer in his hands, pouring the contents inside a glass and giving it to Taehyung.

"Good morning, babe." Taehyung forces a smile before putting the glass against his lips, stopping promptly to look at Jinyoung. "You remembered my special ingredient, right?"

Jinyoung tilts his head and smiles adoringly. "How could I forget?"

After his reassurance, Taehyung gulps down the brown liquid, grimacing at the taste.

"Your manager stopped by about an hour ago and left your suit for tonight's Award Show." Jinyoung says while cleaning up the mess he made for Taehyung's power smoothie.

Taehyung frowns in confusion, "What Awar- oh shit! Fuck! I completely forgot about it-"

He freezes when he notices Jinyoung's expression shift into serious glare. That's bad, that's really, really bad. Taehyung knows why the elder's suddenly angry and his heart skips a beat from fear.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Taehyung stutters, feeling his eyes water and his throat close up.

"Taehyung... I'm really disappointed in you..." Jinyoung removes his apron slowly, the frown never leaving his face.

Just how did I end up with this abusive, sadistic piece of shit?

"Go to the bed, take that off and get on your hands and knees. I'll come in a minute."

Taehyung rushes out of the kitchen and into their bedroom, removing the robe hastily, and gets on his hands and knees on the bed. He tries to calm himself down, to reduce his shivers, but it all goes to waste when he hears Jinyoung's footsteps enter the room.

"I thought I made myself clear when I said I didn't want to hear a bad word coming out of your pretty mouth again." He speaks with a disappointed tone as he approaches Taehyung.

"You disobeyed. And I thought you were finally behaving..." Jinyoung trails, letting the wooden paddle graze Taehyung's skin and making him flinch.

He swings the paddle over the younger's bum once, strong enough to make him cry out.

"I'm not going to go all the way, you have an Award Show to prepare for. Don't be scared, baby." He coos before swinging once more on the other cheek, and tears finally escape Taehyung's eyes along with a sob from his lips.

The wooden paddle is painful. A real kind of pain, the one that makes you shake from fear of going through it more than once, unless you are a big time masochist.

Taehyung admits it. Sometimes he likes being dominated, but he loves dominating more. After dating Jinyoung he realised that he'd neither dominate again nor be able to escape from the steel grip his boyfriend has on him.

It was like the sweet, caring boyfriend Jinyoung used to be just vanished, replaced with someone hungry for dominance over his boyfriend, and not only in bed. He made rules, limiting Taehyung's freedom by forbidding simple everyday habits- like cursing.

There is one time, when Taehyung had mustered up courage to try and break up with Jinyoung. The other laughed it off at first, thinking he was playing a prank. And then, when his laughter stopped, that's when their relationship changed for good.

After that, Jinyoung threatened, slapped, punched, pushed Taehyung on the floor. He'd frequently abuse his body, every time forcing the younger to reach new pain records with his excessive amount of kinks.

Taehyung has become sick and tired of being the one being used, the bottom, the one that has to take everything his master gives, but, still, it's not like he can stand up to Jinyoung. He risks getting an unlubed Champagne bottle up his ass, and that's not even a joke.

"You know what you did wrong?"

Taehyung hums, but Jinyoung presses the paddle on his bum warningly. "Tell me like a normal person, Taehyung..."

"I-I said bad words w-when m-master's rule says n-not to." Taehyung says and lowers his head to the mattress, hiding his face in the covers.

"Don't hide your face baby, you're so beautiful when you cry..." Jinyoung coos again, before hitting Taehyung's ass once more when he doesn't expect it, and the younger gasps, falling forward from the brutal, stinging pain of the wood.

Jinyoung leaves the paddle on the floor and climbs the bed, picking Taehyung's hips up and lowering his own sweatpants, taking his cock out.

"God, you're so fucking pretty right now."

He enters Taehyung with no preparation, and the latter tries to squirm away from the pain but Jinyoung grabs his wrists tightly and thrusts with a fast pace.

"It hurts-s, Jinyoun-gh p-please slow down-n-"

Jinyoung scoffs and thrusts harder, deeper inside the younger, while skin slapping and painful, loud sobs fill the entire loft.

"Shut up- you deserve it-" Jinyoung spits and brings the younger's hands behind his back as he continues to thrust in hard until he comes inside Taehyung, filling him with cum.

Jinyoung pulls out and climbs off of the bed, leaving Taehyung on the bed alone and sobbing.

"Stop being a pussy and clean yourself up. You have a Show tonight." Jinyoung says and exits the room.

Taehyung sits up on the bed and tries to calm himself down, wiping the tears from his face. He'd much rather kill himself than prepare for any sort of stupid show, full of pretentiously happy people, satisfied with their stupid little lives.

He barely manages to stand up, the pain from his back shooting across his whole body. It could be worse. It has been worse. He can put on a smile for the cameras, instead of showing how much he's suffering. Wouldn't be the first time for that either. The smile that everyone loves, the boxy smile as people like to call it.

If only they knew how hard it is to maintain a fake smile, respond like a sane human to every question and interact in general with others when he feels dead inside.

There are times he doesn't completely hate. For example, getting on the nerves of Jeon Jungkook, a younger low-ranked model. There's just something so amusing about watching him getting pissed, but have nowhere to release his anger.

In addition to that, Taehyung always had the ability to see through other people, and see how they felt. So, when Taehyung saw the lack of interest in Jungkook, he wanted to take that chance and make his life a nightmare. At least, he can take someone with him while he's going through hell, right?

Taehyung enters the walk-in shower with a small smile after limping his way to the bathroom, a smile caused by Jungkook's scowl that's plastered onto Taehyung's brain.

He turns on the faucet and allows the icy water pour over him as he empties his mind. The only place he can feel free and unbothered by anyone, even for a little while, is the shower.

Taehyung sighs while becoming more familiar with the sensation of cold water against hot skin.

At least I'll have fun poking Jungkook's patience tonight.


10 hours later

"Kim Taehyung has finally arrived, making female fans squeal like no other male artist has so far. He's sporting Yves Saint Laurent from top to bottom and looks like the epitome of fashion icons wasn't an overstatement. His expression stoic as always, making every girl -and guy- swoon over his beauty... We'll get back to you in two minutes as more artists and entertainers arrive, and maybe, with some luck, we'll be able to interview them."

Jungkook listens as the reporter starts cursing after the camera stops the live stream. It's so amusing how someone can just put on a mask when the whole world is watching, when people can judge you for what you say and do. It's really funny how you can be a bitch off camera, but a total sweetheart on camera.

He just walks over the red carpet, not even stopping for a moment to let 'photographers take photos'. Nobody knows him either way. So, he just strolls on it like the staff does until he gets inside the revenue and meets eyes with Byun Baekhyun.

Baekhyun stops talking to a staff member and takes long strides towards Jungkook.


"Nothing much, just... My two babies are nominated for an award!" Baekhyun squeals happily, revealing his own boxy smile. Jungkook always wonders how these two look so similar it's becoming creepy.

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Shut up. It's not like I'm gonna win, Baek. Have you even seen the other rookie nominees? I don't stand a chance,"

Baekhyun smiles fondly, knowing deep down that Jungkook has high hopes, even though modelling isn't his cup of tea. An award means higher payments and more requests, so the younger has hopes. He can't help having them, but he's almost always disappointed. This time, though, Baekhyun has a feeling it's going to be a big night for all of them, a night that'll change their lives.

Oh, boy, is he right.

"Don't give him false hope, Baekhyun. We all know how tonight is gonna end up, and it's not with him bringing an award home."

Jungkook lifts his head up to glare at the ceiling, just wishing he'd disappear. Last thing he wants is Kim Taehyung ruining his night more than it already was, but he throws a glance over the older, discreetly studying his bruise-free face. It's not like he expected Taehyung to come looking like an eggplant, though the memory of the older's swelled, cut and bruised face still perplexes him.

"What are you wearing? Wow, people are definitely gonna frown upon a nominee wearing a rented, secondhand suit." Taehyung sneers.

And now his night is ruined. Firstly because he made Jin rent a suit for him, and now because Taehyung knows. And if he knows, then someone else is definitely going to notice as well. That's only if he wins, of course, otherwise he's invisible.

As time passes and fans along with celebrities have long since filled the seats, the presenters give out the awards to the winners of every category. It feels like the show rolls smoothly and Jungkook doesn't realise how time goes by until the Rookie Model Of The Year Award comes up.

Jungkook's heartbeat rises as the nominees names flash on the screen. Lisa, Hyunggu, Sana, Chanyeol, Yongsun, -Jungkook.

His breath hitches as he sees his face flash on the screen last.

"And, the last, but not least, Award, Rookie Model Of The Year, goes to..."

Oh, god, oh god, come on, pleease-


Jungkook stands up automatically, his hands clapping happily as the elder makes his way to the stage. He wears his best smile, recalling how he thought it was amusing to watch others be pretending stuck up bitches when the camera turned off.

Amusing indeed.

An hour later and all the winners along with nominees are gathered in a different venue, drinking and loudly chatting, already tipsy.

Jungkook stares at the glass in his hands, playing with it before chucking the whiskey down. Burns, but he loves it.

"Woah, man. What're you doing here all alone and sulking?"

Jungkook looks up, immediately dizzy from the movement. Okay, he can't handle his alcohol. That doesn't mean he's not going to drink it.

"N-nothing, Chanyeol. J-just wanna be alone. Y'know?"

A chuckle escapes Chanyeol's pretty lips, a laugh that Jungkook isn't sure if it's ironic or pure. Not that he cares much either.

"What? Are you mopey because I won and you didn't?"

Of course. Real friendships are rare in the fashion industry, he should've known this wasn't a friendly approach. More like a boasting one.

"I'd re-really like it if you left me alone." Jungkook says, looking away.

Chanyeol chuckles again and steps closer to Jungkook. "No need to be such an asshole, little Kookie. Sana, Lisa, and I already have plans for an after after-party."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, his bored gaze landing on Chanyeol.

"So, what do you want? My number?"

It's Chanyeol's turn to scowl. "No, you stupid little boy. My point is, learn to lose, Kookie. Accept it. And stop being such a brat. It's not like you're ever going to beat me."

And with that, Chanyeol turns around and strolls lazily back to his group of friends.

Jungkook watches him disdainfully before snatching another drink from a passing waiter's disk.

On the other side of the venue, Taehyung is doing shots with Baekhyun and Jimin, cheering loudly after every shot, almost completely hammered.

A repetitive tuck on Taehyung's arm grasps his attention, turning to see who is interrupting his fun. He meets eyes with a short blonde girl dressed in a long, black velour cape, quite unusual for the standards of celebrity fashion -any fashion in fact-, but to Taehyung it's plainly hilarious.

"Tell Voldemort I'm busy." Taehyung sneers, earning laughs from the drunk people surrounding him.

The girl tilts her head and squints her eyes, clearly not amused.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" She says, obviously ignoring his Harry Potter reference.

"Well, you're not terrible to look at." He laughs, along with some of his friends that are listening.

"What do you mean?" She asks, tilting her head again and raising an eyebrow.

Taehyung scoffs and shares a glance with his friends. "Well, you're not ugly, but I wouldn't tap that. You're much lower on the scale of what I would tap. Also, 2003 goth is kind of out of fashion, so..."

The girl glares at him, taking Taehyung by surprise.

"You think you're beautiful, huh? That you can get anyone and anything you want now?" She asks, her eyes glinting with darkness.

"Uh, I know so?" He turns slightly to Baekhyun who is carefully watching her. "Can we get, like, security to escort her out?" He mumbles and Baekhyun nods, gesturing two guards over.

The girl scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Don't worry, pretty boy. I was about to leave either way. And, by the way, Joy says hi." She says and turns around, instantly creating distance.

Taehyung frowns for a moment before turning to doing shots, but Baekhyun keeps an eye on the girl a little longer. He watches as she bumps onto Jungkook, spilling his drink on his suit.

"Fuck!- Can't you fucking watch where you're fucking going?! For fucks sake-" Jungkook exclaims angrily and storms towards the washroom.

The girl glares back at him too before walking out of the building, and Baekhyun returns to doing shots with his favourite model.


"Let's see how you like it Kim Taehyung when all your life is destroyed..." The girl sings deviously as she heads back to her and her sisters' place.

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Jungkook can barely open his eyelids, even when the only alcohol in his organism was two drinks. Not that he really wants to after everything that happened last night.

His suit is ruined, which means he must somehow find the money and actually buy the suit because it can't be returned with a stain. Lovely.

And Chanyeol.

God, how much he hates that bastard. Beautiful, cute, sexy, but nonetheless a stupid cocky asshole. Jungkook doesn't know him very well, he just worked with him on a few occasions and that's all it took to help him realise he's a real manipulator.

With a simple wink and a flash of his pearly white teeth, every girl on the studio is ready to lick his shoes clean.

Jungkook turns to his side with a pout, trying to remember today's schedule. He sighs and rubs his forehead. At least his schedule is empty for the biggest part of the day.


Jungkook jolts up straight, looking around his room. Where the ultimate fuck did that come from?

After reassuring himself that it was probably his imagination, he stands up and heads to the bathroom shaking his head. Too goddamn early to have Taehyung's name occupy his mind, but the older has already managed to intrude his much appreciated privacy, he thinks.

"Oh, Jungkook, what is happening to you?" He mumbles to himself groggily, trying to rub the pain from his eyes with the back of his hands.

"Who's... Jungkook, Tae?"

Jungkook jumps again, more freaked out, as he rushes inside the bathroom and quickly splashes his face with cold tap water. He lifts his face to the small mirror and stares at himself.

"Now is not the time to be hearing voices Jungkook! Get it fucking together!" He growls and slaps his cheek, immediately rubbing it to ease the sudden big wave of pain that comes from the slap.

"What the- I didn't slap myself that hard-" Jungkook mumbles looking at his hand and then back at the mirror, freezing at the sight.

With a momentary glance around the room, he realises this is no longer his bathroom. And it's not his face looking back from the mirror.

It's... Taehyung's.

Jungkook's heartbeat rises as he studies the other's tear stricken face, holding his cheek in anguish. Red, teary eyes staring back as ragged, woeful breaths leave his ajar mouth.

Taehyung sobs as he stares at Jungkook's shocked face in a small, dirty mirror.

Him? Out of all the people?

Taehyung lowers his head and continues to wail pitifully, whining loudly when Jinyoung grasps him by his hair and drags him to their bedroom.

"I said- who the fuck is Jungkook?!"

Jungkook looks at Jinyoung through Taehyung's eyes, remembering his face from the night he delivered pizzas to Yoongi's place. They looked all lovey-dovey then... What happened? His eyebrows furrow as the image of Taehyung's bruised face and cut lip comes back into his mind, and it doesn't take long for him to understand Jinyoung was the culprit that night.

Who knows how many other times he's been the cause behind Taehyung's pain?

His train of thoughts is suspended as Jinyoung lifts his arm and quickly strikes his cheek, knocking Jungkook out of Taehyung's mind and back to him in his tiny bathroom.

Jungkook looks at the mirror again, the tears on his cheek startling him. He lifts his arm and wipes them, a sudden wave of unexpected rage rushing through him.

I don't know what just happened, but that man has no fucking right to hurt other people.

Jungkook quickly brushes his teeth and walks back to his bed, grabbing his phone, and starts texting Taehyung's manager.

hey hyung

hey kook

u know Taehyung's bf?


you know him well?

pretty well

how well?

i've known him for five years
is something wrong?

is he like
y know

Jungkook what is it already??

does he abuse Taehyung?

what do you mean?

dont lie

it's complicated
you should let it go

how can you let this happen?
aren't you supposed to care for him?

you wouldn't understand
look, don't mention that in front of Tae
let him deal with it
how did you find out any way?

you would never believe me
even if you did, it's not like you can help him

can you?
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Jungkook runs a hand through his hair while exhaling in frustration. He thought he was going crazy for a minute there, but Baekhyun practically admitting to it makes a huge difference.

So, Jungkook somehow jumped in Taehyung's body? And saw everything that was happening to him? Like a live stream? Only more... three-dimensional? And the slaps-

Okay, maybe he is going crazy. Maybe Baek assuring him of the abuse is just a coincidence. Who knows at this point?

Perhaps another 'jump' might clear some things up.

Jungkook focuses on Taehyung and on his boyfriend's face, but nothing. Nothing happens. The boy stands up huffing, "Whatever. Fine. Fine. I'm fine with being crazy." He mutters and leaves the room.

He walks out of the building, riding his bike, and heads to his first destination- Min Yoongi's recording studio.


"-and that's why the bass is- Jungkook?"

Yoongi snaps his fingers in front of the younger's face, snapping him back to reality.

"The fuck, Jungkook? You've been zoning out all fucking day."

Jungkook's cheeks tint a pink shade and he looks down at his lap. "S-sorry! I just- I have a lot of things in m-my mind-"

Yoongi crosses his arms and squints his eyes curiously. "What? Does your girlfriend not suck your dick right?"

"I don't have a girlfriend!" Jungkook admits a little too fast. "I don't even like girls..." He mumbles and Yoongi hears it, cocking an eyebrow.

"You're gay?"

Jungkook shrugs, turning his gaze back to his lap.

"Okay. That's fine. I'm bi, if it's any consolation." The elder says, causing Jungkook to look up surprised.

"So," Yoongi starts again, "a penny for your thoughts?"

Jungkook chuckles, but it's a humourless laugh. "Only one? How about a thousand? 'Cause that's how much my ruined rented suit costs and I have zero right now-"

"Okay." Yoongi interrupts nonchalantly.

Jungkook's eyes widen and his eyebrows furrow. "W-what? I-I didn't m- no, I-I can't accept tha- don't be stupid, hyung-"

Yoongi frowns angrily and Jungkook shuts up.

"I don't remember giving you a choice, Jungkook. There's nothing you can do, but accept it."

"Hyuung," Jungkook whines, "at least let me do something for you in return?"

A million thoughts rush through Yoongi's mind as soon as Jungkook says those words. He can't help the smirk that reaches his lips, one that has Jungkook frowning in confusion.

"Come to my house tonight then. Ten o'clock."

Jungkook's mouth opens in surprise and his shoulders fall in defeat. "Alright."

Yoongi almost laughs victoriously, but instead grits his teeth to contain his excitement. He turns around on his chair, staring back at the screen of his laptop.

"Let's get over with this now. I'm tired."


A few hours later

"-you sure you're okay, Kooksie boy?" Yoongi asks, leaning closer to a giggling Jungkook.

Jungkook had arrived ten minutes earlier than their appointed rendezvous, catching Yoongi unprepared. See, Yoongi remembered Jungkook saying he's almost always late and counted on that to prepare everything, so he made the younger stay at his living room and watch SpongeBob while he finished off Jungkook's special drink.

Yoongi brought their beers in along with some snacks, leaving everything on the coffee table.

Jungkook hungrily ate almost every snack and downed his beer almost as eagerly.

The elder also knows Jungkook's a lightweight, so he could have him both drugged and drunk.

"I'm fine. I can ha-handle my s-stuff-" Jungkook slurs, barely able to keep his own head straight.

Yoongi shakes his head and chuckles before standing up. "Come on, big boy. Let's get you to a bed."

"Nooo," Jungkook whines, "I don't wanna get up!"

Yoongi shakes his head again and looks down, once at Jungkook and once at his boner.

"We'll play a little game if you get up and come to bed with me." The elder suggests and Jungkook's eyes light up, immediately standing up with the little balance he has left.

Yoongi wraps his arm around Jungkook's waist, trying to hold him steady as they enter a hallway with three doors, the closer one left ajar.

As they pass that door, Jungkook peeks in and catches the glimpse a messy black bed. He momentarily frowns, but drops it just as fast, not in the proper mindset to feel suspicious in the slightest.

Jungkook follows quietly, stumbling on his own steps, as Yoongi opens the door furthest inside the hallway, revealing another room with many cabinets and closets, a bed in the middle of it, all furniture black as expected.

Yoongi pushes Jungkook on the bed, the latter falling on his front with no resistance, completely absent and unaware of his surroundings. He feels hands roaming his body, hands that start undressing him eagerly, but they don't really bother him.

Jungkook brings his arms to his chest, almost falling asleep, when Yoongi grabs his wrists and ties them each on the bed posts. The younger raises an eyebrow and his gaze follows Yoongi as the elder rushes behind him.

"Finally, god, finally, I can make you mine. You're mine Jungkook. Only mine." Yoongi groans while undressing himself.

Jungkook's stare falls on his own naked body and then on Yoongi's, and he's almost able to understand how the whole situation is wrong.

"N-no," Jungkook mumbles and Yoongi chuckles, climbing the bed and shuffling between the younger's legs. "It's a little too late for that, baby..."

Jungkook turns his head around, searching the room. What is happening?

His eyes fall on a big mirror that covers the wall in front of him and he feels his throat close up at the sight.

Yoongi lifts Jungkook's hips so his ass is on the air, completely exposed and vulnerable. The latter's lips escapes a small gasp, and soon after tears run down his cheeks uncontrollably.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby," Yoongi coos, pumping his semi-hard dick and slapping it on Jungkook's hole. "I've wanted this for quite some time, Kookie..."

Yoongi prods his tip on Jungkook's hole, pushing the rest of his length quickly, earning a ragged gasp from the latter. When he reaches balls deep inside the younger, he remains still for a moment, enjoying the velvety tightness he's surrounded in.

"Oh, my god, Jungkook, you're so tight- fuck~"

Tears keep escaping Jungkook's eyes, and he lets out small, incoherent, painful whimpers as Yoongi pulls and pushes in again.

It's terrifying. Watching himself in a mirror, helplessly getting raped by someone he looks-no, looked up to. Just laying there and crying as the other speeds up his thrusts mercilessly, unable to put significant resistance against his holds.

Yoongi grips Jungkook's hips harshly, thrusting in faster and harder upon hearing Jungkook's little whines. He looks down at his cock disappearing inside Jungkook's hole and he bites his lips ecstatically.

He leans over, getting a fistful of Jungkook's hair in his grip, making the younger arch his back at the pull's direction.

Yoongi smiles staring at the mirror, as Jungkook's body moves back and forth because of the hard thrusts.

His hands leave Jungkook's hair and wrap around his neck, blocking the air circuit from the younger's lungs as his face turns red.

Jungkook's lips open and close fast like a fish at the lack of oxygen, his eyes widening. Drool runs down his jaw, making him look even more fucked up.

Yoongi's grip becomes tighter as the thrusts become harder, faster, and sloppy. He pushes in one last time and stills as he releases inside Jungkook, the latter's vision darkening dangerously.

The elder let's go of the other's throat, letting him fall down on the mattress. Yoongi's breath comes in pants and he slowly pulls out of Jungkook's hole, smirking at the mixture of blood and cum that rushes out and down his thighs.

He slaps Jungkook's ass while the younger has barely found his breath back. "Sorry, Kooksie. I just needed to get that out of my system, y'know?"

Yoongi slaps Jungkook's other ass cheek harder, earning a small gasp from the boy. He climbs off of the bed and leaves him for a moment.

Jungkook desperately stares at the mirror, or more like a fuming Taehyung. His bruised eyes are glossy from tears ready to run, but his wrathful expression is more surprising to Jungkook.

Taehyung stands up from his bed, the enraged glare never leaving his eyes.

"You... dare glare at me?"

Taehyung's expression quickly changes to a scared one as Jinyoung walks closer threateningly.

He grasps Taehyung's jaw harshly and pushes him on the floor.

Jungkook's vision fades out completely as he loses consciousness, his head falling on the bed right before Yoongi walks back in with a med kit in his hands.

"Oh, poor baby," he says softly, brushing his fingers on Jungkook's thighs.

"Next time won't be so bad..."