Work Text:
It takes four times for Jimin to figure it out.
The first time, Jimin’s excited.
There’s a dark edge to Hoseok’s gaze that he hasn’t seen before, and it sends a thrill down his spine. They’re in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner—take out, naturally—and Jimin sees a hunger in Hoseok that roots him in place. If he were smarter, he would run, but instead he just stares. And when Hoseok fists a hand in his hair, snapping his head back to bare his throat for lips and teeth, and takes him hard, bent crookedly over the counter, Jimin thinks he’s blessed.
It’s a side of Hoseok he’s never seen before, and the ache he feels in his body the next day makes warmth coil in his chest like their first kiss did. He’s never been prouder of bruises, and he shrugs off Hoseok’s confused glances when he sees them.
The second time, Jimin’s overwhelmed.
Hoseok pins him on the sofa, the sleepy relaxed body under him snapping rigid and powerful and turning on him until Jimin’s trapped. His head spins and his body burns, and the movie still playing on their TV is forgotten along with the peace of their lazy afternoon off.
There’s warm sunlight crawling across Jimin’s arm and shoulder as he pants into the cushion. He swears he’s never moaned louder than that moment, with Hoseok’s body hovering over him and Hoseok’s hands at his wrist and his back and Hoseok’s dick pushing into him with enough force for the sofa to leave scratches on the floor. He can’t breathe or see or think, and Hoseok’s strength and intensity leaves him reeling well after they’re done. This time, he doesn’t know if he can keep up if it’s like this, but he’s willing to try, for Hoseok, and for his own greed.
He smiles fondly when he catches Hoseok staring at him later, watching the way he hobbles around through the use of a sore body, and doesn’t think twice of it.
The third time, Jimin’s terrified.
He’s half asleep when he feels hands slide up his chest, and the content hum he lets out cuts short when long fingers tighten around his throat. Panic takes him and he struggles, but Hoseok bears down on him, until his vision goes fuzzy and muddled as his air supply grows thin. He’s only vaguely aware of the rhythmic motions of Hoseok’s hips thrusting into him, head heavy and lungs burning, and he knows this is too much. But with Hoseok’s forearm digging into his throat again and Hoseok’s dark eyes staring him down so he feels nothing short of a caged animal in a predator’s sights, Jimin finds pleasure in his fear, and his body’s want betrays his better judgement.
Jimin’s thankful the weather’s cool enough to warrant scarves, because it takes days for the bruises on his neck to fade. He pretends he doesn’t see the unease in Hoseok’s eyes just like he pretends his own willingness to be hurt doesn’t scare him.
The fourth time, Hoseok knows.
He’s prepared this time, knows how to spot the hints, knows what’s coming when he does, and a smarter man would run, but again, Jimin stays. His back stings and his head spins when he’s shoved into the wall too hard, Hoseok’s body pressing into him and pinning him in place, but he doesn’t fight. His hands hold onto Hoseok’s wrists without pulling at them, even when the floor slips out from under his feet and he’s pushed higher up the wall, Hoseok’s hands locked tight, tighter, around his throat.
He blacks out this time, misses chunks of Hoseok treating his body no better than a rag doll, and he wakes to pain. When he screams, Hoseok chokes him on his dick, and Jimin learns quickly what not to do.
There isn’t enough time to cover up everything, and no way to hide all of his body from Hoseok this time, and Jimin knows there’s no point trying when the terrified eyes staring at him well up with tears. He spends four hours calming Hoseok, and after, the other insists Jimin leave him and not look back. Instead, Jimin promises he never will to the sound of Hoseok’s sobs and the faint sting of Hoseok’s tight grip around him. It’s nothing compared to his power before, but it makes his heart ache far more.
The next time, Jimin knows.
Hoseok tries to leave five times, but each time, J-Hope brings him back. Jimin welcomes him back with his body, and each time, he wakes to Hoseok’s tears and the gentle stroke of a warm wet towel across his skin.
After the fifth time, Hoseok tells Jimin he’s dangerous, whispers broken and stuttered as he clumsily cleans Jimin’s abused body. After the fifth time, Jimin tells Hoseok he loves it, whispers rough from his abused throat as he clears away Hoseok’s guilty tears. Maybe he’s sick, and maybe it makes him just as insane as Hoseok, but the closer to death J-Hope pushes him, the more he wants—the fear, the thrill, the pain.
The horrified look Hoseok gives him breaks his heart, so the next time J-Hope yanks him closer with that deadly grin, Jimin hopes he breaks anything, everything else.
It takes four tries for Jimin to push too far, and the last thing he sees is Hoseok’s worst fears realized, before—
Nothing.