Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Sea

I knew that closing my eyes would be a mistake.

I felt it in my bones just as sure as I felt Jimin's arms tighten around my torso. Yet, I still allowed my heavy eyelids to get the better of me. I let exhaustion win out over fear. Fear that when I finally let myself rest, I'd be greeted by the smell of stale beer and body odor. I'd feel their hands on me, their nails digging into my skin. And I'd be ripped apart over and over and over—

I gasp awake in the dark and try to sit up but I find that my limbs are restrained, adding a whole new depth of terror. However, the resistance quickly dissolves yet there are still hands on my body. Dread seizes my muscles as my horrified mind tries to compute how I could still be trapped inside my nightmare. But then I realize that I don't smell cheap booze and cigarette breath. I smell fresh linen and soap and something citrusy. And I don't hear sinister laughter. Although muffled from the roar of blood in my ears, I hear a soothing voice. No. Not one voice. Two. Two sets of hands. Two mingled scents. Two firm bodies encasing me in comfort and warmth.

"Noona?" Jungkook's voice breaks through, laced with concern. "Noona, can you hear me?"

"We're right here, jagi. You're safe. It's ok." Jimin. He's still here. And Jungkook is on my other side.

I blink rapidly, forcing my eyes to adjust to the dark room that's only illuminated by streams of moonlight. Then I turn towards the scent and heat that are uniquely Jungkook.

"JK?"

"I'm here, Noona. Baby, I'm here. I...I know I shouldn't have come in here with you and hyung but I couldn't stay away."

I nod and wrap my arms around him, wetting his t-shirt with my tears. "It's ok. It's ok, baby."

I don't know why, but I feel like I should comfort him. His pain and worry are both so palpable that it's nearly smothering.

"I'm sorry, hyung," Jungkook says softly to Jimin, prompting the older man to reach over and stroke his head lovingly.

"It's alright, Jungkookie. Violet needs us all."

I nod again then release Jungkook to turn around to hug Jimin, desperate for touch. Almost aching with the need to find relief from the pain of remembering. "I do. I do so bad."

Jimin holds me to his bare chest and I rub my cheek against the smooth skin over mounds of toned muscle. This feels so much better but it's not enough. Not enough to squelch the agony of my dreams. I slide my lips along his pec until I'm nuzzling his small nipple. And then I'm darting my tongue out to taste the pebbled skin, causing Jimin to shudder.

"Jagi," he breathes, startled by the sudden turn of my mood.

"Please," is all I can manage to whisper before I'm attaching my mouth to his skin again, savoring the taste of him.

Jimin hums appreciatively, even grasping the back of my head to tangle his fingers in my hair as I dot his chest and gorgeous neck with kisses. I'm so lost in him, so desperate to chase the feeling of being wanted...of being needed. And for a moment, I forget that we're not alone until I hear Jungkook shift behind me. I pause and turn to face him. Only a look passes between us in the dark, yet I can clearly see the hunger in Jungkook's sultry eyes. I pull him to me just as his arm wounds around my frame and slides up my back. He kisses me timidly at first as if he's unsure about this level of intimacy in front of Jimin. But soon enough, his tongue is tangling with mine and his hands are roaming my body and it's not until I feel Jimin press against me from behind that we pull away for air.