A/N: btw, im using his real brother in the story. no hate to him tho- all the love. I just needed something exciting before it all ends.

Third Person POV

"Jun Ki."

"Long time no see brother."

He knew that voice. Jimin could recognize that voice anywhere. It was the voice of the devil himself, Min Jun Ki.

Jimin sat frozen in his spot, head looking in the direction of the door like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. He wasn't just scared, he was petrified. The one person he finally got to get away from was back, and that thought alone caused shivers to run down his spine.

"Come on in!" he heard his boyfriend say.

He wanted to scream- to beg him not to let that monster in- but he couldn't. His voice was caught in his throat as he tried to hold down his fear. Up until this point, he hadn't know Yoongi was related to Jun Ki. Now that he knew, he couldn't do anything about it- or so he thought.

He heard their padded footsteps make their way towards the living room, only increasing Jimin's anxiety.

Yoongi, on the other hand, had no clue what the younger was going through. He hadn't the slightest idea that his own blood was the one who hurt his precious lover, so when they had both walked into the living room to see a shaking boy on the couch, he couldn't help but rush over to the other boy in worry- thinking that maybe it was having to talk about his past that triggered him to act like this.

"Baby, baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Yoongi questioned, concern for the younger shining in his eyes.

He had already forgotten that his brother was standing in the same room as them, a smirk plastered on his face as he watched the scene unfold. The sadistic side of Jun Ki was showing, glad that he could still make the younger tremble with just his presence. He had known beforehand that this was Jimin's apartment- having dug deep into the younger's personal life just days before he was relieved of duty.

Jimin didn't answer the older. Instead, he immediately threw his arms around the older's neck, burying his face in the other's chest. He whimpered against him, not wanting to ruin his boyfriend's reunion with his brother but also wanting to be as far away from Jun Ki as possible.

"Baby, please tell me what's wrong," Yoongi begs the other quietly, gently running his fingers through the other's hair, trying to calm him down.

Jimin shook his head, not wanting to let the other know that it was his brother he was afraid of. He knew he had to tell him, but a part of him told him not to. That it was best if Yoongi didn't know.

"'M f-fine," he he rasped against Yoongi's chest.

"No, baby, you're n-"

He's interrupted by Jun Ki speaking up, "Well, well, well. It's good to see you again, Jiminie.~"

Yoongi's eyes widened. Somehow it all clicked. All the times he would leave saying he had something important to do. Never dating because he claimed that he was too occupied with caring for Yoongi. His ruffled hair whenever he came home late, and then now when Jimin was talking about him. How he said it had ended a little over two years ago- around the same time Jun Ki had gone into the military.

Now, Jun Ki could care less about what Yoongi thought. Having known the boy since birth, he didn't think his baby brother had the ability to love another human being.

Boy was he wrong.

Tightening his grip around his boyfriend, Yoongi asks, "What do you mean again?"

"Oh, he didn't tell you? I used to fuck him," Jun Ki states bluntly, silently hoping Yoongi would be disgusted enough to leave Jimin so that he could have his toy back.

"So it was you," Yoongi states more than asks.

He was strangely calm on the outside but Jimin knew better from the almost painful grip the older had on him. He whimpers a bit in pain, signaling to the older that he was hurting him. Yoongi immediately loosens his grip on the younger, turning to glare at the man he called brother.

"Of course. He's just a boy toy. His feelings don't matter," he states nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as if it were the most normal response in the world.

"Get out."

"Excuse me?"

"I said, GET OUT! No one talks about Jimin like that, no one lays a finger on him like that, and no one especially looks at him like that and gets away with it," Yoongi all but growls at Jun Ki, voice now low an menacing. "I don't want to see you around us ever again. If I so much as see you, I'll beat the shit out of you. This is the only time I'm letting you get away without a scratch, got it?"

To say Jun Ki was shocked would be an understatement. He didn't know what to think. He had believed that Yoongi would take his side since he was his brother but that didn't seem to be the case. Just that fact that Yoongi was protecting this kid baffled him. Yoongi had never cared about somebody this much- not even his own brother.

Jimin, on the other hand, felt guilty. He didn't want the two brothers to sever ties because of something that had happened in the past. He was still shaking but the tears had long since dried, focusing now on not feeling so afraid. He wanted to say something- anything that could calm Yoongi down and forgive his brother even if it meant having to see his nightmare more often.

Jun Ki recovered from his previous shock and his features softened. He knew what he had to do now.

"I see. You really do care for the boy," he says softly now.

Yoongi's guard didn't lower, in fact, he only grew more wary as he stared at the male in front of him.

"Why aren't you gone already?" Yoongi asks, the venom dripping from his voice.

"Invite me to the wedding boys. I promise I'll be a changed man by then," he says, walking towards the front door as he did so.

Without looking back, he bids them goodbye as he disappears around the corner. He walks out the door, closing it behind him, walking out of their life for good. He may be a sadist and a masochist, but he loved his baby brother too much to hurt him. Jimin changed him in a good way. He had never had true feelings for the pink-haired male which is why it was so easy to do that, but now he realized the kind of damage he had inflicted. If hurting Jimin meant hurting his brother, he would stay out of his way. He walked down the sidewalk where his taxi was waiting for him on the curb. He got in and told the driver where to go.

"Incheon International Airport, please."

Meanwhile in the Min-Park residence, Jimin had finally stopped shaking enough to speak without accidentally biting his tongue.

"Y-you didn't have t-to do that. He's y-your brother after a-all," Jimin stutters, still holding on to Yoongi.

"He hurt you," he said simply, "And I don't associate with monsters."

Jimin didn't say anything. He knew there wasn't anything he could say that would change his mind. Although he felt guilty, he also felt relieved. That monster was gone now; he couldn't touch them.

"I love you more than you can imagine, baby boy," Yoongi whispers into the other's hair.

Jimin smiles, pressing soft kisses on the elder's chest. They were innocent pecks, nothing that would escalate into anything more.

"I love you, too, Yoongi."

A/N: So, uh, that happened.