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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin
  Character:
      Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Im
      Yoona
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      Humor, Fluff, Smut, Heavy_Angst, chaebol!jungkook,
      collegestudent!jungkook, Prostitute!Jin, jungkook_is_19, he's_a_minor
      who's_whipped_for_a_prostitute, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin_Is_Bad_at_Feelings,
      because_jin_doesn't_wanna_go_to_jail_so..., Slow_Burn
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      Published: 2017-10-16 Updated: 2017-10-29 Chapters: 5/? Words: 18399
****** I Will Not Kiss You ******
by pinkabraxas
Summary
     Jeon Jungkook is a college student/corporation heir who believes he's
     experiencing love at first sight towards the cute guy with doe eyes,
     plump pink lips, and broad shoulders who's currently leaning at his
     car. At 1 o'clock in the morning. In a prostitution area. Saying
     sultrily, "Wanna have a good time, sweetheart?"
Notes
     Hi, guys! This is my first fanfic. Take notes:
     1. This is supposed to be your typical romcom korean drama but i'm
     kinda bad at humoring people so it's probably not funny. Basically,
     shit is (hopefully) funny on Jungkook's side and EXTREMELY GUT-
     WRENCHINGLY angsty on Jin's side.
     2. Each chapter will be reaaaaally loooooong because i can't make
     short chapters SORRY I LOVE DETAILS.
     3. Sorry for the grammar or spelling mistakes.
     ENJOY!
***** 1 o'clock *****
“Happy birthday, Jungkook! Happy birthday, Jungkook! Happy birthday, our
Kookie! Happy birthday to you!”
            Jungkook’s cousin Taehyung sang on top of his lungs with his
cheerful boxy grin displayed gloriously. Normally, Jungkook would be more than
happy for someone to sing happy birthday to him. However, not today.
            Because Taehyung didn’t singthe song, he basically shoutedthe song.
In the campus library. In broad daylight. Where every single corner of the room
was filled with either the ambitiously studious, the burnouts, or the ones who
were doing their best to be studious but by the third page of their respective
books they finally acknowledged how hopeless they were and ended up staring the
library’s walls with the “oh-god-why” meme expression. Nevertheless, it was
dead quiet—exactly like how a library was supposed to be.
            So, naturally, every single soul in the room snapped their heads so
quickly at the noisy source and glared so hard it burned Jungkook with immense
embarrassment. But the worst had yet to arrive—the librarian.
            SMACK!
            The worst had finally arrived in the form of a tall, middle-aged
woman with a bun-up hair and thick eyeglasses smacking a hard-covered
encyclopedia to the back of Taehyung’s head which automatically sent the boy
yelping loudly due to both pain and surprise and Jungkook visibly wincing
because damn that must hurt imagine yourself getting smacked with a-thousand-
page-long ass hard covered book.
            “This is the fourth time today, Kim! Fourth time!” The librarian
whisper-yelled. Under normal run of things, it would look comical. But with how
red her entire face was and how wide those eyes glared beneath the glasses,
even the notoriously cocky heir of one of the biggest corporation in South
Korea, Jeon Jungkook, squirmed.
            “I haven’t even visited the library today!” Taehyung retorted with
a pout and glassy eyes, possibly because of the pain. Damn the woman still got
the muscle on smacking a brat’s ass with a book.
            “You sleeping and littering around the library for two whole weeks
is enough for me to make such accusation!” Taehyung pouted even more due to the
reminder the librarian gave so crudely that Taehyung was evicted by his
grandmother for “constantly hogging the house like an unproductive mooch”.
“Now, get your delinquent ass out of here!”
            Taehyung was about to walk out of the library in full sulky mode
until he noticed Jungkook was still sitting on his seat with his Chemistry book
still on his hands. Jungkook was facing away the commotion and his face was
scrunched up unnaturallytowards the book, as if he was reading it in full
concentration. Talking about poor acting mode.
            “Jungkookie…” Taehyung whined. “Let’s go.”
            “I’m not the one who’s shouting like a madman in a library,”
Jungkook replied while still pretending to focus on the book, facing away
Taehyung’s mock offended expression and the librarian’s hardening one.
“Besides, I totallyhave no idea who you are.”
            “OHMYGOSH YOU DID NOT!” Taehyung literallyscreeched as he
dramatically gripped his own chest. “I’M SO HURT, JUNGKOOKIE! HOW CAN YOU—“
            “Jesus Christ, BOTH OF YOU GET OUT!” The librarian yelled, no
longer caring that she just broke her own library’s silence rule.
            Jungkook is probably the cockiest little brat you’ll ever see. But
when he tried being so to the librarian several months ago, on the first week
he entered that university, he ended up getting suspended from the library for
two whole weeks. The problem was, Jungkook had an essay due the day after
tomorrow and the primary reference of the essay was a private collection in the
library’s greatest depth where the only librarian’s approved students could
enter. Needless to say, Jungkook got a solid F for his first essay.
            So without further ado, Jungkook quickly packed his things and
walked out fast from the library, ducking his head so he wouldn’t have to face
the shame of others’ piercing glares and snickers. On the other hand, his
cousin was walking gracefully behind him without a care in the world. Oh my
God, Taehyung can definitely not be any more shameless than he was then.
            Obviously, Jungkook’s hypothesis was wrong the second Taehyung
abruptly stopped his tracks and sat down gracefully on top of a desk where
three girls were giggling due to their demeanor. As soon as his ass landed on
the table, he leaned down on his elbow, going full Greek god pose, before
sultrily saying,
            “You remind me of my pinkie toe. Little, cute, and I’ll probably
bang you on the coffee table later tonight.”
            Sweet baby Jesus.
 
            Although, of course, as Taehyung’s cousin who had been with him
since the day they first met at two years old, Jungkook knew how unlikely
Taehyung’s cheesy premonition of the “pinkie toe” girl was. After all, Taehyung
was gay.
            Which was why Taehyung was sitting across Jungkook on the table at
the campus café—where Taehyung had managed to coerce Jungkook into buying him
his favorite cheesecake because Taehyung was so “broke” he sleptin the campus
library for two weeks—and persuading him to participate with his “Jungkook’s
Birthday Plans” by unleashing his sex beast to a building in Itaewon called
“Golden Fox”. It was a ten story building that could pass as any hotel. But for
Taehyung, the night owl of Seoul, it showed its true nature—an elite brothel
where all rooms were decorated with silk bed sheets and the prostitutes—all of
them male—were well-groomed and dressed in silk robes.
            “Fuck, no. I’m not spending the night of my 19th birthday by
fucking some cheap whore downtown.” Jungkook snapped, revolted by the very
idea.
            “Uh, excuse you, smarty pants. They’re not cheap whores, okay?
They’re like the elites of all whores. In fact, it’s kind of inappropriate for
you to equalize them with the usual street whores who look like they were
baptized with coke. They’re escorts. Totally gorgeous and classy with their
silk robes and champagne servings.” Taehyung scolded fiercely, as if the
dignity of the workers in the building was his own.
            Jungkook rolled his eyes.
            “Whatever, Tae. I’m not fucking a stranger’s ass. Who knows what
STD they brought with them? Yuck.” Jungkook found himself grimacing on
remembering how his and Taehyung’s uncle suffered a pretty bad syphilis because
he built his own harem of Itaewon’s street whores. After their grandmother paid
for his treatment, she totally disowned him.
            Taehyung sighed in a totally dramatic exasperated way.
            “Boy, I’ve been telling you that they’re the elites who wear silk
robes and serve top-notch champagne. Well, not really because nobody beats
grandma’s liquor collection. But, that’s like enough point to make you
understand that they’re not street whores who are vessels to life-endangering
diseases, ‘kay?” Taehyung ended with a deep sigh.
            “That’s still a no, Tae. Besides, you and I both know that I ain’t
gay, so…” Jungkook shrugged as he drank his green tea latte.
            Taehyung loudly scoffed at that.
            “Bullshit.”
            Jungkook feigned ignorance and continued casually sipping his
drink. In all honesty, Jungkook wasn’tgay. He wasbisexual. He lost his
virginity by sticking his genitalia to a girl’s when he was 16. He was still
damn proud about it considering how he was just a freshman at the time who had
managed to catch the eye of the 19-year-old senior who happened to be the
school’s cheerleading captain—basically the subject of every male student’s
daydreams, except Taehyung of course considering he was gay and had no interest
in “basic bitches”. While they only managed to daydream about her, Jungkook got
the exclusive access of her riding his dick in the school locker room in one
fine Wednesday afternoon.
            Jungkook knew his ways. He knew he was rich, because his
grandmother owned the Jeon Group, one of the biggest corporation in the nation.
He knew he was even richer the day he was born from the marriage of his
grandmother’s first born son, automatically making him the ultimate heir. That
richness contributed a lot to his lifestyle—the expensive designer clothes
ready to envelop his looks to look as chic as possible, the top-notch skincare
he received ever since he was as big as a potato sprout, the servants ready to
deliver him whatever the hell he wanted, the new edition vehicles—which
eventually made his looks sustainable. Although, out of sheer vanity, Jungkook
was sure without all those he would still look good. The silky jet black hair,
the defined cheekbones and jaw line, the big eyes, the pointed nose, the curly
lips, and now his body ongoing the process of intense workout to shape them
absand ass—he was fine and he knew it.
            And it seemed like the good genes ran in the family. His cousin,
Kim Taehyung, was born one year before him from the youngest and only daughter
of the three kids his grandma had. True, he wasn’t as built as Jungkook, but he
was as tall and as appealing. His face symmetry had always been his biggest
pride, because it damn wellwas the most symmetric face a human being could
possess. Taehyung knew he had an insanely handsome face and ideal body,
therefore he signed into a modeling agency where he would be trained and
received jobs, under the model name “V”—Jungkook actually confronted him saying
he totally plagiarized the character from “V for Vendetta” but Taehyung was
having none of it. For now, it was just photo shoots, yet the public feedback
was skyrocketing. He even received a nickname “CGV”, a shortage for “CGI V”
because even in his unfiltered photos, every bit of his face was so flawless it
looked like CGI or something.
            Therefore, Taehyung was definitely not “broke” or “miserable” when
his grandmother cut his allowance and kicked him out of the family house. He
had his ownmoney and condo, but he was just being Taehyung who liked to sleep
at wherever convenient—for these past couple of weeks, it was the library’s
third floor corner.
            Back to topic: Jungkook’s sexuality. He had his first with a guy
approximately eight months after the cheerleader. He had bribed the bouncer of
a club in Itaewon so he and Taehyung were allowed inside. After seven shots of
vodka and dirty dancing on the floor, Jungkook was approached by a woman,
approximately in mid twenties he wasn’t sure he was drunk as fuck, who grabbed
him from behind on the dance floor and started groping him. In a blink of an
eye, Jungkook and said woman was making out heavily in Jungkook’s car behind
the club. In another blink of an eye, the woman started to take off Jungkook’s
shirt. In yet another blink of an eye, Jungkook groped the woman’s crotch and
just like that, his drunkenness swept away the second he felt a hard bulge
under the panties. He pulled away, wide eyes, when he noticed the woman—the
man—was looking at him with half-lidded eyes and lipstick-smeared lips. The
transvestite didn’t even look like a man, for he was really pretty. The smooth
skin, the big eyes with thick eyelashes—despite it being fake—and dark
eyeliner, the full lips. And then, in one final blink of an eye, Jungkook found
himself didn’t mind the sexual classification as long as the partner looked
thatpretty. So that night had officially became the first time he put his dick
in a guy’s asshole.
            After that, Jungkook slept around some more. With girls, mostly.
Because even though he enjoyed the tightness of a guy’s asshole around his
dick, he still couldn’t get a turn on if the guy wasn’t prettyenough. Maybe
Jungkook wasn’t bisexual. Maybe he simply liked pretty things, no matter the
sex.
            As if reading his mind, Taehyung smirked as he leaned closer to
Jungkook with a mischievous grin displayed on that Vogue-shortlist-handsome
face.
            “Don’t worry, Kookie, the building houses so many pretty twinks.”
 
            Jungkook had been sitting on the velvet sofa in the Golden Fox’
lobby for half an hour now as he flipped the pages which consisted of pictures
of every single escort in the building, completely disinterested. Normally,
potential customers only needed about five minutes to say “I want this one” and
soon they would be sent away to the escort’s room. Which was why now both the
receptionist and Taehyung were fidgeting—the former nervously while the latter
exasperatedly.
            “Jesus fuck, Jungkook, you’ve flipped the same damn pages for half
an hour now. Can’t you just pick the prettiest one and bang?” Taehyung groaned.
He didn’t even touch the escort’s list book when he first approached the
receptionist and said “Baekbebe”—whoever the hell that was. Obviously, Taehyung
had spent quite an amount of time here.
            Jungkook sighed and closed the book loudly the receptionist
flinched.
            “Is… Is there a problem, Sir?” She asked nervously. All in all,
there was no problem. Taehyung was right, the building was classy. The lobby
was carpeted decorated with plants and velvet couches with a chandelier hanging
on top. There was no other door in the lobby besides a pair of elevator on
either side of the receptionist desk. There was no ID requirements either
because when the security guy up front asked for it, Jungkook only flashed his
black credit card and both he and his overly motherfucking eagercousin were
allowed inside.
            But there was one major problem for Jungkook.
            “There’s nobody pretty enough.”
            Out of thirty men in the book—seventeen are currently
indisposed—nobody is pretty enough to catch Jungkook’s eyes.
            The receptionist visibly grimaced due to irritation and Taehyung
groaned out loud.
            “Boy, I swear I’ve been looking forward to this night for two weeks
of jack-off session in the library and you—“
            “You can execute that session here, Tae. Stop tainting the library.
I’ll just drive around and pick you up later, how ‘bout that?” Jungkook sighed.
It wasn’t like he wasn’t irritated by the fact that he had drove from his
comfortable penthouse in Gangnam to a so-called elite brothel where in the end,
nobody appealed  to him enough for him to let go of his sexual frustrations of
a month because of so many homework his double degree programs of civil
engineering and business brought.
            Upon hearing Jungkook’s reply, a glint of guilt appeared in
Taehyung’s eyes.
            “Well,” Taehyung fidgeted nervously. It was meant to be a fun time
for Jungkook because it was his birthday, not Taehyung’s. “It’s okay, Kookie.
We can find other place to hang.”
            Jungkook shook his head. He genuinely appreciated Taehyung’s effort
at celebrating his birthday by attempting to relieve his sexual frustration. He
wanted Taehyung to have a good time.
            “No, Tae, chill. I’ll go around to a club or something, maybe then
I’ll find someone pretty to bang.”
            At that, Taehyung chuckled, the guilt lessened.
            “Okay, birthday boy. Pick me up when I call, all right?”
            “The fuck am I? Your valet?” Jungkook retorted without malice in
his voice. Taehyung only winked as Jungkook bid goodbye and started to stride
towards the exit. Although, Jungkook could sense the lingering guilt in
Taehyung eyes and he couldn’t help but worry Taehyung wouldn’t be able to enjoy
the night.
            “Hey, Kookie.”
            Jungkook turned his back to Taehyung, who was still standing
awkwardly in front of the receptionist desk with a kicked puppy look on his
face. Jungkook chuckled.
            “Look, Tae, it really is fine—“
            “If it’s any consolation, I was so sexually frustrated too during
my time in the library I actually jerked off to Kublai Khan’s picture in one of
the history books.”
            Sometimes Jungkook wondered how Taehyung could keep a straight face
while saying something that would make mothers question their parenting skills.
 
            Jungkook started to drive around Itaewon. It was near one o’clock
in the morning and Jungkook found no club looking attractive enough for him to
stop by. Soon Jungkook felt his sexual desires for the night had been swept
away by sleepiness due to boredom on driving around aimlessly. As a matter of
fact, it was so aimless Jungkook didn’t realize he was driving back towards
Golden Fox. But due to the distraction of singing Bing Bang’s Bang Bang Bang on
top of his lungs, he unconsciously made a left turn to the area behind the
building—the cheaper, dirtier, and shadier prostitution area where “street
whores who look like they were baptized with coke”—as Taehyung put it—roamed
around the sidewalk, trying to look as appealing as possible.
            By the time Jungkook realized where he was, there was a girl with
oily hair, chapped lips beneath bright red lipstick, and last but not least
short black dress leaned on his window as he stopped at a red light.
            “Hey, handsome, looking to get laid?”
            Jungkook visibly winced, both from surprise and disgust. Surprise
because he finally realized which area he had drove into. Disgust because he
couldn’t help it when he laid eyes on the girl. The girl was farfrom pretty and
from the obvious sickly paleness along with blotchy skin, Jungkook was smart
enough to imagine what shit the girl had in her veins to stay away.
            “No, thanks. I’m not looking for HIV so…” Jungkook cockily retorted
as the light turned green and he drove away without sparing the girl a second
glance.
            As Jungkook drove around, he couldn’t help but notice many
interested eyes came from the prostitutes he passed by—men and women—towards
his car. Who wouldn’t, really? He was casually driving his bright red Ferrari
488 GTB, an early birthday present from his grandmother a couple of months ago.
He noticed that the streets were pretty crowded with cars too—obviously the
ones who wanted to get cheap lay if they wandered around this part of the
prostitution area—yet no car which expensiveness could match his. Even the
muffled reffing sound of his Ferrari’s machine was enough to make prostitutes
who were currently leaning onto other cars, riling up potential clients, turned
their heads towards Jungkook.
            But no, Jungkook was so not going to get laid with the ones around
here. They were unsanitary, mostly junkies, and had almost 85% chance of having
STDs. Jungkook just got into Yonsei University through the mid-wrecking
suneung, he was so not going to throw away all his struggles because of HIV or
something.
            Just one more red light.
            Jungkook grumbled as he stopped on his third red light, the last
one towards “freedom” which was mid Itaewon where prostitutes no longer roamed.
The red light had 30 seconds to go before it turned green, the clock just
stroke precisely 1.00 a.m, and System of A Down's B.Y.O.B. were close to five
seconds before it ended on Jungkook’s stereo.
            5… 4…
            Someone knocked on Jungkook’s window.
            3…
            Jungkook opened the window, preparing himself to throw another
insult towards whoever sickly looking prostitute who tried to get their ass
into his car.
            2…
            “Look, I’m not interested in what—“ Jungkook spoke through the last
seconds of the blasting music.
            1…
            The song ended.
            “Wanna have a good time, sweetheart?”
 
            Jungkook swore he literally heard angels sing the second his eyes
landed on him.
***** Blooming *****
Chapter Notes
     HI GUYS I'M SO READY TO UPDATE. This story excites me so hopefully
     you'll be as excited.
     This is not proofread. I'm sorry for any mistakes:(
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“Wanna have a good time, sweetheart?”
            Jungkook swore he literally heard angels sing the second his eyes
landed on him.
            And who was him? Himwas a guy leaning both his forearms to
Jungkook’s now open Ferrari window with his chin resting on top of his
forearms. Himwas a guy who had the most glowing and flawless skin Jungkook ever
saw under the street lights of one o’clock in the morning. Himwas a guy who had
the warmest looking doe eyes ever—so warm Jungkook started to feel heat in the
bottom of his stomach as the guy was staring at him intently with his pink,
plump lips pouting slightly and his head tilting lightly in the cutest way ever
Jungkook wanted to snuggle him right there and then. Himwas wearing a white
knitted sweater that ran down his left shoulder a bit, revealing a delicious
amount of the width and flawlessness. Himhad the most angelic, innocent face
Jungkook ever saw with a finality frame of caramel brown hair.
            Himwas Jungkook’s subject of love at first sight.
            HONK!
            Jungkook was brought out of his trance from a loud car honking
behind him and he couldn’t contain a totally manlyyelp to come out from his
mouth due to surprise—he silently prayed the car whose honk was responsible to
make him look stupid to get keyed or whatever—and the Beautiful Guy giggled. He
fucking giggled.
            Jungkook wondered how much trouble he’d face if he stole a
chloroform from the campus’ chemistry lab so he could use it to sedate the guy
and took him home.
            “You should move, the light’s green.” The guy spoke. Yep, Jungkook
totally forgot how nice the guy’s voice was. It had lost the sultriness it had
when he offered a “good time” to Jungkook and playfulness replaced it. Maybe
Jungkook wasn’t the first person which responded to meeting him for the first
time by gaping like a total moron and imagining their wedding day?
            The guy’s statement that the light had turned green also reminded
Jungkook that he had probably stared at the guy’s face for solid 25 seconds.
Way to be smooth boi.
            “O-Oh… Right.”
            And to top it all Jungkook stuttered with a creaky voice as if he
was a cat getting pinched by a fucking door. Jungkook just wanted to rewind
time so he would be mentally prepared to meet the guy.
            So Jungkook started to drive, but not away to mid Itaewon where his
supposed “freedom” was waiting. He drove to the direction of the sidewalk,
effectively pulling over and the guy returned.
            “So, interested?”
            The guy tilted his head again with a mischievous glint in his eyes
and all Jungkook could think boi you need to stop tilting your head it’s so
fucking cute I’m experiencing an intense internal battle to put you in the
trunk right now.
            But regarding the question, yes fucking obviouslyJungkook was
interested. The guy didn’t look like any street whores who were roaming the
streets with cocaine smell emitting from them. He looked beautiful. Scratch
that, he looked gorgeous.Jungkook wondered if any of the escorts in Golden Fox
could be as beautiful as this street prostitute. As a matter of fact, Jungkook
wondered if any of his previous lays looked at beautiful. So Jungkook nodded
and unlock the door to his car, effectively inviting the guy inside.
            The guy broke out into the cutest grin ever his eyes turned into
crescents.
            Jungkook was fine.
             Totally fine.
            He felt as if a vein just exploded in his body, yes, but other than
that he was just fine and dandy.
            “Nice ride.” The guy said as he sat down. Now even closer, Jungkook
could inspect—and adore—the guy’s physique even better. The face was indeed as
gorgeous as Jungkook saw earlier, but it wasn’t totally flawless seeing there
was a tiny scar near his right eyebrow. Before the guy got in, he abruptly
fixed his sweater that was revealing his shoulder, so now he no longer looked
sinful in that fluffy white sweater, he looked cute. Like I’m mommy’s only
child that’s been sent to buy an apple to the grandma in farmer’s marketcute,
not the I’m cute but my asshole’s even cuter you’ll wanna stick that dick in
cute. He was wearing a black skinny jeans, hugging his long legs perfectly and
it ended on his red Converse high covered feet.
            He could pass as a regular college guy looking to party in
Itaewon—not some street prostitute who leaned on strangers’ cars. That thought
somehow triggered Jungkook. How many customers had the guy served for the
night? Jungkook would totally flip seeing some greasy fat truckers land their
filthy hands on that angelic face.
            “I know I look good but do you wanna keep on staring or go straight
to business?” The guy broke the silence by playfully giggling—again? God must
hated Jungkook so fucking much—and cocked an eyebrow.
            “Boy, I can literally stare at your face all day.”
            Yep, God must hated Jungkook so much to disable the filter on his
mouth.
            Jungkook felt his face blushing furiously and ducked to shame when
the guy broke into another fit of giggles that made Jungkook stare at him
again. #protecthisgiggles2k17.
            “You’re so adorable. How old are you?”
            Jungkook shrugged. He looked mature enough to pass as at least a
young adult, right? But then, the guy’s face turned stern.
            “No, seriously, how old are you?”
            Jungkook felt his happiness crumbling at the serious tone in the
guy’s voice and intense hesitance in his eyes so he looked away. The guy was
probably getting angry at himself for not checking Jungkook’s age first before
he sat himself down inside the car.
            “Old enough.”
            The guy cocked an eyebrow before he widened his eyes out of
realization and horror.
            “You’re a minor.”
            Jungkook snapped his head so quickly towards the guy he felt a
crack.
            “No, I’m not.”
            “Yeah, you are,” the guy fidgeted before he moved his hand to open
the door. “I’m sorry, cute guy, but I don’t do minors.”
            The guy opened the door and before he could step out, Jungkook
grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the seat, shocking and creeping out the
other guy.
            “Wh—What are you doing?!” The guy squirmed out of fear and anxiety.
His playfulness had been replaced with pure fear and Jungkook kind of felt
guilty for erasing that beautiful smile but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t
going to let the love of his life go. He was going to be smooth by telling the
guy that he shouldn’t worry about his age because he had a shitload amount of
money to make up for it and besides, when else a regular street prostitute get
to see Jungkook’s damn fine ass, right?
            “I’m sorry if I scare you but I think you’re so beautiful I wanna
marry you right now at the city hall but seeing it’s closed at this hour can we
go to my apartment and cuddle?”
            Jeon Jungkook what the fuckif that wasn’t the most catastrophic
mind and mouth coordination failure Jungkook ever experienced. So Jungkook
responded in a way his reflexes would, he released the guy’s hand and clasped
his mouth shut with both hands while staring at the guy with wide eyes as he
felt heat started to creep its way into his face.
            The guy only stared at him with equally wide eyes and Jungkook
wanted to throw himself in front of the speeding car that just passed them.
            But then the guy broke into a fit of laughter, not giggles,but an
actual laughter. It was weird. It reminded Jungkook of his car’s windshield.
Actually, it was borderline the sound of an asthmatic seal. But Jungkook only
found it endearing and he simply wanted to snuggle the guy into his arms.
            “Oh my God,” the guy finally stopped laughing as he wiped a tear.
“You’re not only cute, but also hilarious. Totally boyfriend material.”
            The guy finished the last sentence with a suggestive tone that was
meant to be sarcastically humorous but Jungkook found himself nodding eagerly
before blurting out with passion, “I agree.”
            The guy laughed again and Jungkook couldn’t contain his smile. He
felt butterflies in his tummy. Damn he was so fucking whipped to a stranger.
            “However,” the guy collected his breath. “I can’t go down with you.
You’re underage, therefore it’s illegal and I’m not exactly seeking for jail
time so…”
            Jungkook vigorously shook his head before he opened the glove
compartment in front of the guy and revealed a hefty bundle of cash. The guy
widened his eyes before he low-whistled.
            “Couldn’t say I’m surprised. You’re the only one who’s riding a
Ferrari 488 GTB around here, after all.”
            The guy even know the exact type of his car. Talking about some
education.
            “So, am I still a minor?”
            The guy got serious again as he scrunched up his nose and stared
ahead in full concentration as he unconsciously started to pout again. Jungkook
wondered how those pillowy lips would feel when clasped between his curly ones.
            “Depends.” The guy finally said.
            “On what?”
            “On how willing are you to double my price.”
            Jungkook eyed the guy as he innocently stared back. The reality
came back to him that even though he believed the guy was the destined love of
his life, he was still a sex worker who did sexual favors for money.
            “I won’t double it, I’ll tripleit.” Jungkook eagerly said. The guy
widened his eyes.
            “Tha—That’s a bit too much. Don’t you wanna know my price, first?”
            Jungkook shrugged.
            “Not really. Besides, you and I both know I canafford it.”
            The guy chuckled and groaned in a pretend annoyed way.
            “Young and cocky. Totally the trend of this century.”
            “How old are you? 50?” Jungkook joked back. The guy chuckled.
            “I’m Jin, by the way. Figures it’ll be wiser for us to know each
other’s names before doing something more, right?”
            Jin. Jungkook doubted it to be his real name but he didn’t mind. It
sounded nice to his ears. Although, Jungkook had to restrain himself to stop
blurting out “that’s a cute name but I’d like to rename you to doll” because he
just needed to stop being so fucking weird.
            “I’m Jungkook.” Jungkook replied instead. Jin smiled sweetly at him
with genuine interest and warmth and Jungkook’s heart just shit its pants.
            “Hi, Jungkook.” He said sheepishly—totally out of character for a
prostitute who had mingled with God knows how many people, but Jungkook found
it completely endearing and he just wanted to plant pepper kisses all over
Jin’s face.
            “Hi, Jin.”
 
            The ride out of Itaewon towards Gangnam went by pretty
uneventful—except for the fact that Jungkook felt a bit nauseous for being so
fucking nervous. During the ride, Jungkook managed to ask about Jin’s health—to
which he replied that he was clean because he always carried his own stock of
condoms just in case some sneaky customers decide to pretend they didn’t bring
any so they could fuck him bareback, which by the way Jin said it so casually
sent Jungkook blushing like a fucking 15-year-old Catholic school student
virgin. He also checked his health once per two weeks in the free clinic in the
area. Before Jungkook could voice his most imminent horror—Jin being a heroin
junkie who used any available syringe—Jin fiercely said he never used any form
of drugs, even ecstasy, because he had “responsibility” to attend.
            “What kind of responsibility?” Jungkook had asked. Jin shrugged as
he kept on staring outside.
            “Oh, you know…”
            Jungkook obviously didn’tknow, but he didn’t push Jin any further.
            Jin also had an impressive amount of knowledge regarding his car.
The approximate speed it went, the control difficulties, the compartments in
the dashboard—it was as if Jin owned a Ferrari 488 GTB himself. When Jungkook
asked about it, Jin shrugged casually and said,
            “It’s Ferrari’s general knowledge.”
            It wasn’t. But again, Jungkook didn’t push Jin any further. Maybe
Jungkook wasn’t the first Ferrari rider Jin had as a customer.
            Overall, Jin would strike as a pretty weird person. He chattered a
lot about every little thing too, but sometimes he would suddenly resign when
he realized he just blurted out something that sounded like it didn’t sit well
with him to talk about again—like the “responsibility” where he showed a very
obvious resignation from the conversation. But he was seriously the cutest ball
of fluff Jungkook ever saw with his excitable behavior to talk about every
little thing he saw on the way. The blue car that was driving next to
Jungkook’s, the dangling Montenegro key chain on Jungkook’s rear mirror,
Jungkook’s black hair that he wanted to touch because it looked so fluffy and
Jungkook was so close on shoving his entire head towards Jin so Jin could touch
his hair as much as he could. While Jin was chattering and giggling, Jungkook
couldn’t see the sultry prostitute he saw at 1 o’clock in the morning at
Itaewon. Instead, he saw some child-like beautiful man that by now, Jungkook
had been pretty sure that it wasn’t just sex drive that made him happy for
making Jin follow him, it was also love.
            Fuck if that ain’t the cheesiest shit ever.
 
            “Wow. You really are on a whole different level.”
            Jin blurted out the second he stepped into Jungkook’s penthouse
suite in Gangnam. While Jungkook made his way to the kitchen cabinet to grab a
bottle of champagne to serve, Jin was still standing with wide eyes in front of
the door. Jungkook’s penthouse consisted of one floor consisted of kitchen,
dining room, TV room, mini library, study desk, and a balcony outside to look
over the view. Everything was colored in black and white, the way Jungkook
liked it. There was a round white set of stairs on the corner of the room,
right to the front door, where it led to half second floor which only consisted
of Jungkook’s king sized bed and a whole room of wardrobe. Jungkook found
himself glancing anxiously towards his bedroom once in a while, feeling giddy
of anticipation about whether he and Jin would have sex or not.
            He decided not to as he took out the bottle of champagne. He
believed he had more than just sexual desire for Jin and hearing him chattering
about the little things made Jungkook wanted to hear just how more endearing
Jin would get if he was talking about bigger things—where did he live, where
did he come from, how were his family, would his mother approve if he was
proposed by a homosexual yet rich guy called Jeon Jungkook because Jungkook was
already thinking of visiting Swarovski to browse for an engagement ring.
            God, Jungkook, get a hold of yourself.
            By the time Jungkook turned away from the cabinets with a bottle of
champagne and two glasses, Jin already took off his shoes and was sitting
comfortably on the island counter with his legs raised up and his chin rested
on top of his knees like a fucking cutie he was.
            “Champagne. How fancy.” Jin said with a cocked eyebrow as he
accepted his glass from Jungkook who was trembling because boi.
            It also didn’t help that Jin noticed his trembling hand and put his
own hand on top of Jungkook’s which made the latter’s eyes widened so big it
could fall out of the sockets.
            “Relax, Jungkook. I won’t bite,” Jin said with a suggestive tone
and Jungkook started to feel his decision to not have sex with Jin crumbled
before he managed to collect them all again. “Is this your first time?”
            There came the question Jungkook feared the most. He wasn’t usually
like this. He had slept with countless girls and pretty boys since he was a
freshman in high school and with his richness, he was supposed to be your super
cool fuckboy, not a pathetic virgin-looking who trembled like a shitting dog in
front of a rather beautiful street prostitute.
            “No.” Jungkook replied in a much more petulant tone he rather had,
only showing his childishness which, just as Jungkook predicted, sent Jin into
a fit of giggles.
            “You’re so cute. Okay, then. Let me rephrase. Is this your first
time with a guy?”
            Jungkook finally collected himself and smirked cockily before he
sipped his champagne and said,
            “Of course not.”
            Jin chuckled.
            “Wow. What an impressive transition speed. Hopefully you’re not
that quick in bed, little boy.”
            Jungkook choked on the champagne in the most pathetic way anyone
could imagine—the champagne not only spluttered from his mouth, but also his
nose and it burned so much Jungkook whined.
            “Oh my God, are you okay?” Jin suddenly stood up and walked around
the counter, grabbing Jungkook’s shaking shoulder. Jungkook couldn’t manage to
squeak any answer, so he just gave a thumb-up to Jin’s direction—wherever the
hell that was because Jungkook still closed his eyes due to the burn.
            “Calm down, okay?” Jin said. In a flash, Jungkook felt Jin shoving
a glass into his open hand. “Here, drink cold water.”
            Jungkook downed it in one go—which he immediately regretted because
his choking reflex was still active he choked again only this time, which had
made it even more catastrophic, he choked it in the most epic way ever he
spluttered the water to Jin’s face.
            The choking immediately seized to shock as Jungkook stared wide-
eyed to Jin’s now soaked face. The ends of his front hair were wet and his face
was truly soaked. Jungkook wanted to leap off the balcony right there and then.
            Just when Jungkook was so worried Jin would be pissed because
Jungkook ruined his made up face—it wasn’t heavy makeup, really, Jungkook only
noticed a tiny bit of eyeliner and perhaps BB cream along with lip gloss to
stick out his lips even more—until Jin giggled and slowly opened his eyes while
his mouth twitched slowly, forming a warm smile.
            “You really are a very clumsy person, Jungkook.” He said fondly.
Jungkook froze in place. He was frozen not because all those giddy feelings he
had felt before, it was a totally different feeling this time. He had no idea
what it was, but it made him feel warm all over. Jin was definitely a highly
unpredictable person, and that sudden warm affection caught Jungkook off-guard.
            “Come on,” Jin continued, still smiling. “Let’s clean you up.”
            Jin pulled Jungkook’s hand towards the kitchen and grabbed a
washcloth sitting on top of one of the counters. He then brought the washcloth
to Jungkook’s face and started to wipe it so tenderly as if he was wiping the
face of a fragile newborn.
            As if the tender gesture wasn’t enough to wobble Jungkook’s knees,
he made the mistake to look into Jin’s face which was situated really,
reallyclose his breath was mingling with Jungkook’s. Jungkook felt heat pooling
in his stomach.
            “Aish, seriously, though. If you can’t handle your liquor you
shouldn’t force yourself just to impress, you’re already pretty impressive,
Jungkook-ah.”
            Jungkook would retort that he could handle his liquor because he
was totally fine drinking a whole bottle of Jack on the night of his acceptance
to Yonseibut he found himself too distracted to Jin complimenting how
impressive he was. He soon found himself blushing and staring intently at Jin’s
slightly opened mouth situated on his cheek while Jin’s eyesight remained
focused on wiping the remains of both champagne and water from Jungkook’s face
in a very tender way, almost fatherly, really.
            “There, all clean,” Jin finished as he began to withdraw from
Jungkook, only slightly so he was still within an arm’s reach. He brought the
washcloth to his own face as well, wiping it although less tender than he did
with Jungkook. “Now, we’re both clean.”
            Jin still stood where he stood, still smiling gingerly to Jungkook,
as if Jungkook wasn’t just another customer but actually someone he truly had
affection with. It made Jungkook’s stomach swirl.
            “Jungkook?” Jin asked as he tilted his head again in a way Jungkook
wanted to chloroform him. Jungkook couldn’t help it, Jin was just so cute and
Jungkook was just so whipped. So he did the first thing that popped into his
mind. He kissed Jin.
            At first, Jin flinched out of surprise, and Jungkook started to
pull away because he didn’t want to scare Jin, but then Jin gripped his
shoulders and started to kiss him back. It was like how Jungkook imagined—soft
and fluffy. It was warm and moist as well, and Jungkook decided right there and
then that no other lips he had kissed would match Jin’s. Jungkook moved his
lips slowly yet surely while he slowly grabbed Jin’s waist—he had a damn slim
waist Jungkook wrapped his entire right arm around it—and he used his left hand
to cup Jin’s cheek, angling him better. One of Jin’s hands descended from
Jungkook’s shoulders to Jungkook’s waist, and it just stayed there idly until
he gripped it with more power and with that, Jungkook’s resolve to not have sex
was shattered into a million pieces.
            Jungkook increased the intensity of the kiss as he angled Jin’s
head further to deepen his kiss. He lightly bit Jin’s bottom lip, drawing out a
hiss from the latter, before licking it which served as both a treatment for
the pain and a demand to enter Jin’s mouth. Jin complied, and Jungkook shoved
his tongue all the way into Jin’s awaiting warm cave. Jin tasted like champagne
from the bit he drank earlier and it was so fucking addictingJungkook roamed
every single corner of his mouth with his tongue—the roof, the teeth, and
finally the battle with Jin’s own tongue which Jin willingly concede to
Jungkook, allowing Jungkook to dominate the kiss. Jungkook made a slow yet hard
lick towards the roof of Jin’s mouth, effectively drawing out the first moan of
the night.
            Upon hearing the moan, Jungkook’s sexual drive doubled. Scratch
that, it quadrupled. Jungkook’s kiss got frantic as he pushed Jin towards the
edge of the counter, clashing Jin’s hip to the counter which made the latter
groaned. Jungkook took his hand off Jin’s cheek and started to stroke his
sides, sending visible shivers to Jin’s body. Jungkook then abruptly pulled
away—so abrupt there was a string of saliva stretched from Jin’s now swollen
lips to Jungkook’s—to observe Jin’s facial expression. His eyes were half-
lidded, pupils dilated, and his whole face was flushed red as he breathed
heavily. He was absolutely fucking beautiful.
            Jungkook abruptly returned to latch his lips onto Jin’s one more
time as he started to move his hand into Jin’s sweater. The second his warm
hand made contact to Jin’s cold skin, Jin jolted before Jungkook pushed him
back against the counter and kissed him again. Like his face, Jin’s torso was
very smooth. As Jungkook stroke Jin’s torso underneath the sweater, he moved
his lips from Jin’s lips to his jaw, sucking here and there lightly before he
started sucking intensely onto Jin’s neck. As Jin’s breath became heavier,
Jungkook moved his hand to latch onto one of Jin’s nipples and pinched it,
making Jin jolted again. Jungkook sucked a hickey into Jin’s neck more
intensely as he fondled Jin’s nipple, drawing out a series of breathless moans
and labored breathings. Jungkook felt his boner intensify and he was also sure
that the hard bulge that was touching his torso at that moment was Jin’s
equally hard dick. Jungkook proceed to multitask even more—sucking a hickey
onto Jin’s neck, fondling his nipple, and grinding their erections together.
            “Ah!” Jin moaned obscenely as his and Jungkook’s clothed dicks met.
The moan was like music to Jungkook’s ears as he grinded even harder, drawing
out heavier pants from Jin who held onto Jungkook’s shoulders tightly.
            “J—Jungkook—Ah!” Jin managed to stutter as Jungkook let go of Jin’s
neck skin with a loud pop, admiring the purple bruise he had left. He glanced
at Jin who was still exposing his neck and closing his eyes. His sweater was
now in the similar condition like when he and Jungkook first met, if not worse.
It showed his collarbones beautifully and Jungkook couldn’t help but want to
not only marking Jin’s neck, but also those damn beautiful collarbones.
            “Oh, baby,” Jungkook whispered as he leaned closer to Jin’s ear,
still grinding their members together and enjoying the series of small moans
Jin produced. “We have such a long night ahead of us.”
Chapter End Notes
     And that's it! Total cliffhanger, i know. but i personally consider
     the chapter too long so i split it to two parts. I'm sorry if it
     escalated too quickly to sex but jin's a sex worker in the first
     place so the escalation's pace is justified... i guess?
     The continuation of the next chapter will be directly after the end
     of this chapter so expect quite a steamy beginning at the next
     chapter ;)
***** Beautiful *****
Chapter Notes
     OH MY GOD GUYS I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG UPDATE:((
     I just had midterm and this week I didn't sleep for like two days to
     finish a homework AND I'M ONLY ON MY FIRST YEAR AT COLLEGE AND IT'S
     ALREADY THIS ENERGY CONSUMING gawdd
     Anyway, thanks a lot for you who are still loyal waiting for this
     fanfic so I'm giving you two updates in a row~
     By the way, this is my first time writing a smut SO PLEASE BEAR WITH
     ME
     Once again, I'm sorry and enjoy~~
“Oh, baby,” Jungkook whispered as he leaned closer to Jin’s ear, still grinding
their members together and enjoying the series of small moans Jin produced. “We
have such a long night ahead of us.”
            Jin groaned audibly at that, and the next thing Jungkook knew was
Jin slipping the palm of his hand through Jungkook’s jeans, palming Jungkook’s
underwear-covered member and it was Jungkook’s turn to groan.
            “Show me.” Jungkook jumped audibly as Jin whispered it so sultrily
to Jungkook’s ear. Actually no he fucking moaned it and Jungkook just wanted to
melt right there and then.
            But before he literally melt, first thing first: “Little Jungkook”
was about to do a front flip out of his Gucci jeans if he didn’t get a piece of
Jin as soon as possible.
            Jungkook’s a whole month worth of sexual frustration finally took
its toll as Jungkook responded with a borderline animalistic growl and abruptly
picked Jin off the ground, making the older yelpedvery fucking cutely Jungkook
wanted to change it to moaning screams. Surprisingly, Jin was quite light in
Jungkook’s arms. Jungkook had lifted really heavy dumbbells to flex his muscles
and comparing the weight between Jin and the dumbbell, Jin felt like paper.
Jungkook brought him towards the bedroom upstairs bridal style and God bless
those hours of intense working out.
            As Jungkook caught his breath, he took his time observing the other
man. Jin was half lying on his bed with his elbows propped on it on his back,
his whole appearance a stark contrast to the white silk bed sheets. His
beautiful caramel hair was a bit of a mess right now, his face which showed
tenderness during the wiping session back at the kitchen emitted pure lust with
it being heavily flushed, the eyes half-lidded, and mouth slightly gaped like a
fish to draw heavy breaths. A side of his sweater had now been lowered even
further, reaching his elbow, and the next thing Jungkook saw was the sweater
had now been lowered to non existing at allas Jin took it off so quickly then
proceeded to throw it away.
            Jin’s body wasn’t as broad as Jungkook’s, but Jungkook loved it
anyway. There were soft muscles here and there, and the most stood up part of
his upper body was the stark contrast of his god-fucking-dammitwide shoulders
and his slim waist. Fuck if that wasn’t the most beautiful waist Jungkook ever
saw in a man. It was slim in its appropriate proportions either, not too small
as if Jin was actually experiencing malnourishment with his ribcages protruding
due to his concaved waist.
            “Again, baby boy, are you going to stare or are you going to go
down?”
            Jungkook eyes snapped in half a second from Jin’s godlywaist back
to his face. His mouth wasn’t gaping any more, now it was closed and Jin
actually had the gutsto poke his tongue a bit and licked his lips in the most
sensual scenario every horny gay man could possibly imagine.
            “Fuck.”
            Jungkook proceeded to take of the buttons of his white shirt,
throwing it away as well. At the sight of Jungkook’s bulky, muscular
body—again, the boy must thanked Jesus for inspiring him to work out since the
age of 14—Jin bit his swollen bottom lip and looked up at Jungkook, exposing
his neck which currently had one purple hickey on it.
            Jungkook started to contemplate that maybe Jin was the devil in
disguise sent by God as a punishment for all his wrongdoings in life.
            Jungkook climbed on the bed, hovering over Jin with his each of his
hand at the side of Jin’s head and his legs surrounding Jin’s thighs. Jungkook
and Jin locked their eyes—both half lidded with pupils dilated, although
Jungkook couldn’t think about his own as Jin’s eyes felt like a constellation
waiting to be explored by Jungkook the astronaut and…
            God fucking dammit Jungkook you were having a damn hot ass moment
that was so cringe what the fuck.
            Suddenly, Jin giggled, shattering Jungkook daydream like a freight
train because even in their currently heated position, Jin managed to use his
cute giggles as a weapon against Jungkook.
            “What the hell are you laughing at?” Jungkook asked, trying hard to
be scary but ended up like a petulant child who just got teased by his older
brother.
            “You.” Jin answered simply, ending with a very verywarm smile which
made his eyes turned crescents
            “You need to stop that.” Jungkook said curtly, without looking at
Jin’s eyes. It probably came out really rude, because Jin’s smile faded. But
Jungkook thought Jin totally deserved it. Jin was rudeas well to Jungkook by
being both cute and mouth-wateringly sexy that gave so many inappropriate
thoughts to Jungkook’s fragile mind he was so worried he’d turn into a sex
predator or something.
            “Stop what?” Jin asked, both confusedly and timidly.
            “Being so fucking cute and sexy all the time.”
            Jungkook said that with a growl and a firm eye lock towards Jin,
drawing a shudder full of anticipation from the other man—and just like that,
the lust filled atmosphere returned to its whole peak with Jungkook latching
his lips back against Jin’s.
            Honestly, Jungkook was never much of a kisser during sex. But not
Jin and those handcrafted-by-God-himselfpillowy lips that seemed to suck every
bit of flesh and breath Jungkook had. He wanted to see how it looked around his
cock.
            Speaking of his cock, it started to twitch uncomfortably beneath
his skinny jeans and he just wanted to rip it off.
            Suddenly, Jungkook felt strong hands on his sides, flipping him. In
a blink of an eye, Jungkook and Jin’s positions switched—Jin was now sitting
over Jungkook with a mischievous and lusty glint on his eyes that used to house
so many innocence when he was talking about the little thingsin Jungkook’s car.
Jin grinded his ass slowly but purposely to Jungkook’s erect cock, and Jungkook
had to bite back a moan.
            “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”
            Yep, the innocence was positively gone.
            Jin actually had the audacity to smirk, riling up the heat in
Jungkook’s stomach even more. Then, Jin started to proceed pressing light
kisses onto Jungkook’s forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and when his plump lips
finally reached Jungkook’s neck, he started to lightly sucking it, making
Jungkook closed his eyes and shuddered heavily as his hands made their way to
Jin’s shoulders, lightly gripping them.
            Suddenly, Jin’s lips were gone and as Jungkook was about to whine
out a protest, the lips returned to Jungkook’s nipple, sucking it harshly as
Jin’s other hand fondled the other one.
            “Ah… Ah… Fuck Jin.”
            Jin started to press his crotch towards Jungkook’s again, grinding
their cocks together. Jungkook moaned out loud, and Jin’s mouth occasionally
latched off Jungkook’s nipple as he drew a breathless moan from the delicious
friction he himself created. The hot breaths from Jin’s mouth straight onto
Jungkook’s sensitive nipple totally drove Jungkook over the edge along with the
intense grinding that had Jungkook’s precome leaking.
            “Your jeans’ ruined, baby. So wet for my touch.” Jin whispered as
he finally stopped torturing Jungkook by breathing heavily and hotly straight
to his nipples, yet the grinding didn’t stop. In fact, it got more erratic and
Jungkook was so close to coming.
            “Stop,” Jungkook gripped Jin’s thighs to firmly and suddenly Jin
flinched a little. Jin’s lustful face stared at Jungkook questioningly. “I’m
gonna come if you keep doing that.”
            Jin smirked before he climbed off Jungkook’s crotch and Jungkook
was about to whine in protest because by ‘stop’ I didn’t mean for you to
literally stop everything until Jin climbed lower before his face was inches
above Jungkook’s protruding cock. God Jungkook just wanted to fuck that face
already.
            Jin kept his eye contact with Jungkook as he unzipped Jungkook’s
jeans and lowered it before throwing it away. Jin was right, Jungkook’s pants
were undoubtedly ruined. And his boxers were even worse as it looked like it
completely drenched.
            To make shit worse, Jin that sly cutiebit the hem of Jungkook’s
boxers and took it off by dragging the whole thing of Jungkook’s waist, Jin’s
chin grazed Jungkook’s cock momentarily and so was his breath—making Jungkook
groaned out of frustration.
            As soon as the boxers came off, Jungkook’s cock sprung out of life
victoriously, actually catching Jin by surprise as it lightly slapped Jin’s
nose—his cute little flinch was enough to make Jungkook got his smirk back.
            “Wow.” Jin whispered while he kept his eyes on Jungkook’s cock,
probably unconsciously as when he realized he just voiced it out loud, his
flushed face got even redder and he ducked his head down.
            “Don’t be embarrassed. This ‘minor’ had received his fair share of
that expression during sex.”
            Jin’s embarrassment was gone as soon as Jungkook cockily blurted
that out, and then Jin stuck out his lips to Jungkook’s cock, licking a big fat
stripe from the balls to the head.
            “A—Ahh!” Jungkook squirmed as he shut his eyes. But he didn’t get
to keep it shut for long as he heard the sound of plastic ripping and when he
opened it back, he saw Jin rolling the condom onto Jungkook’s proudly standing
cock—the contact with his fingers jolted Jungkook out.
            “You have a nice cock.” Jin said breathily as he took of his own
jeans and boxers, revealing his own erected cock.
            Jungkook had received that praise before, but hearing that from his
future husband—shut up okay Jin was destined to be his since the day the sperm
of Jin’s father fertilized the ovum of Jin’s mother so shut up—made him blush.
But the embarrassment was quickly replaced by lustful eagerness as he propped
himself on his elbows and look at Jin intensely before Jin said,
            “Do you have lube? Or do I have to use mine?”
            Jungkook quickly stretched his arm to the bedside drawer and pulled
out a bottle of lube—which hadn’t been used for quite a long time so Jungkook
was kind of surprised it was still there.
            Jin squirted some lube to his forefinger and middle finger as he
positioned his body by leaning down and landed himself hovering over Jungkook,
his elbows propping him on the sides of Jungkook’s head. His and Jungkook’s
faces were so close their noses were touching and each savored the hot breaths
drawn by the other.
            “Aah…” Jin suddenly breathed a moan as his eyes fluttered shut.
Jungkook took a peek to Jin’s bottom—he finally slipped two fingers into
himself.
            Jungkook remained still beneath Jin. His hands were gripping Jin’s
sides lightly and his eyes were frozen on Jin’s face so close to him. Jin’s
face was sweating and flushing hardly, his plump lips were parted as they
produced hot breaths straight to Jungkook’s face. His body was rocking back and
forth slowly following the rhythm of his fingers pushing in and out of his
hole.
            “Ah… Jungkookie~”
            The way Jin said it—so sensual, so needy—plus the sound of obscene
squelching of his lube-coated fingers now started to pick up pace on to his
hole, sent shivers down Jungkook’s spine. More precome started to leak from
Jungkook’s condom-covered cock.
            Fuck this shit.
            Jungkook latched his lips back to Jin’s and even before Jin could
react, Jungkook gripped Jin’s sides so tightly as he spun them around. Jungkook
was now on top of Jin—still kissing him vigorously—and he harshly pulled Jin’s
fingers away. Jungkook observed just how sinful the other man was, and this
time there was no more space for cheesy fluffy stuff going around Jungkook’s
head. It was full with lust.
             Jungkook proceeded to line his cock onto Jin’s awaiting wet hole.
            “AH!”
            Jin moaned loudly—actually no, he screamed so fucking loudly as
Jungkook literally slammedhis cock in one go into Jin’s hole. The scream
snapped Jungkook back in place as he worriedly glanced at Jin. Jin’s eyes were
snapped shut, with trickle of tears started to form on the edges. His body was
trembling and Jungkook found it hard to believe it was from pleasure.
            Fuck.
            “Jin, oh my God. Are you okay?” Jungkook leaned his face down to
Jin’s. “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I couldn’t—I couldn’t
fucking control myself. I forgot that you—“
            Weren’t properly stretched considering it was only two fingers and
the pace didn’t even escalate that much yet. But the words never escaped
Jungkook’s mouth as Jin latched his lips onto Jungkook.
            “I’m fine,” Jin said as they parted. The tears had escaped his
eyes, but he was full-blown smiling and his eyes didn’t emit any pain either.
“You just took me by surprise by slamming in considering I was barely prepped.”
            Jungkook was beyond freaking out. He just hurt his subject of love
less than two hours they just met.
            “I’m sorry. I—I—I’m sor—I’m sorry if it hurts. We can stop—you
know—if you want to. I don’t—Ah!”
            Jungkook’s panic mumble was cut short by Jin locking his legs at
Jungkook’s back and grinding his hips. Jin then put his hand on Jungkook’s nape
and pulled him down so Jin could hover his lips next to Jungkook’s ear.
            “But why would I want to miss that big fat cock of yours, baby?”
            Aaand forget about the regret. Horny Jungkook was back in the game,
y’all.
            “Fuck.”
            Without a warning, Jungkook pulled his cock and slammed it back
again, drawing another keen from Jin. Jungkook didn’t pull away from the
position of his face aligning side by side with Jin’s, as that way Jungkook’s
hearing got an exclusive loud and clear part of Jin moaning.
            “AH!” The moan suddenly increased in volume as Jin’s body began to
tremble hard—Jungkook just found thespot. Jungkook smirked satisfyingly before
slamming into Jin faster and harder than before straight to his prostate.
            “Ah—AH! AH! Jung— AH! There! There! Fuck!”
            Jin started to scramble his hands towards Jungkook, attempting to
hold the man, but Jungkook wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed each of Jin’s
hand and pinned them on top of Jin’s head with one of his hands before his
other free hand took Jin’s chin and tilted it so Jungkook could kiss him again.
            The sound of the bed creaking, skin slapping, obscene squelching,
and Jin’s muffled loud moans due to his lips being tightly sealed by Jungkook’s
eager lips were dominating the apartment. Jungkook slowed his pace down, but
the consequence of that would be the increased power of Jungkook slamming into
Jin’s prostate even more than before.
            “AH! Fuck! Jungkook— Ah! You’re so— Fuck—big!” Jin managed to
stutter out in the middle of his erratic moans and Jungkook’s unrelenting
kisses.
            “Do you like that, Jin?” Jungkook asked. It was the first sentence
Jungkook said ever since he pounded on Jin mercilessly like a gorilla, and he
himself was surprised by how hoarse it sounded. Fuck he was so turned on. “Do
you like my cock slamming into you?”
            Jin only nodded and moaned in reply as he kept his eyes shut. His
face was contorting in pleasure while Jungkook’s eyes were wide open, staring
at the squirming man beneath him and he was so beautiful.
            Jungkook groaned out loud as he picked up pace once again.
            “You’re so fucking beautiful, Jin,” Jungkook said breathlessly as
he fastened his face. “So fucking beautiful.”
            “AH! AH! Jungkook! I—“
            Jungkook knew. He felt Jin’s body trembling even more intensely and
the wall of his hole clenched onto Jungkook’s cock even tighter. He was coming.
Jungkook could also feel his own orgasm coming if the way he was no longer able
to put a rhythm onto his thrusts was any indication.
            “Come on, baby. Come with me.”
            Jungkook switched his method into pounding, shallow thrusts which
drove Jin squirming intensely.
            “I—I’m coming! Jungkook!”
            Ribbons of white spurted from Jin’s standing cock straight onto
Jungkook’ abs. Jin moaned out loud as he came, back arching, his palms turned
to fists. It was the sexiest orgasm Jungkook had ever seen.
            As soon as come stopped spurting from Jin’s now soft cock, Jin’s
whole body loosened up.
            But Jungkook hadn’t come yet. And until he came, Jungkook still
pounded onto Jin, mercilessly attacking his prostate as he chased his own
release. Jin started to whimper from the pain the oversensitivity brought.
            “Jung… kook…” Jin said breathlessly. “Hurts.”
            “It’s okay, baby. Just a little more.”
            Jungkook fastened his pace as the orgasm was coming closer. Jin was
now limp beneath him, whimpering.
            “Ah! Fuck! I’m coming!”
            Jungkook felt his entire body was floating as the hardest orgasm he
ever experienced took over him. His come was spurting wildly onto the condom
and Jungkook dropped his entire weight on top of Jin’s as he felt his cock
softening and his entire body went as limp as Jin’s.
            They stayed that way for a little while—sweating limbs on top of
sweating limbs, chests drawing heavy breaths. Until Jin broke the silence by
chuckling tiredly.
            “You’re going to suffocate me down here, big boy.”
            Jungkook smiled sheepishly before he slowly rose up and pulled out.
            “Sorry.”
            Jin shook his head and groaned as he stretched his arms.
            “I’m feeling really sleepy and dirty.”
            “Me too. I guess that’s what I’m supposed to feel after the
greatest sex I’ve ever had.”
            Jin laughed as he winked at Jungkook which was a very dangerous
move because Jungkook felt his cock starting to stand up a bit even though it
was still enveloped inside the used condom.
            But Jungkook wasn’t going to do that to Jin. They weren’t supposed
to have sex that night in the first place. They were supposed to have a dinner
over a pizza Jungkook ordered and talked about their favorite colors, their
zodiacs, their favorite foods—not sex.
            The thought immediately replaced satisfaction of sex from
Jungkook’s mind  to regret. Was his sexual drive really that uncontrolled?
            The mood change was probably reflected on Jungkook’s face as he
felt hands on his face, cupping it gently.
            “Hey, what’s up?”
            Jungkook widened his eyes. He would never be able to overcome the
surprises Jin brought. The heat exploding in Jungkook’s skin every time it made
contact with Jin’s, the affection in Jin’s eyes, basically Jin’s very presence
was a surprise to Jungkook.
            But then Jungkook’s mind came up with something—there was at least
one agenda in Jungkook “Get-to-know-you First Date Night” that could still be
salvaged.
            “Stay.”
            It was now Jin’s turn to widen his eyes.
            “What?”
            “Stay. Sleep with me.”
            “We… just did?” Jin replied uncertainly.
            “No, not sex. Literally sleepwith me,” Jungkook replied with utmost
certainty which had Jin slowly pulled his hands away from Jungkook’s face. But
before they could get very far, Jungkook grabbed it. “Come on. You’re sleepy.
I’m sleepy. Let’s go to bed.”
            Jungkook had never seen hesitance so hard in Jin’s face before.
Well, it was sort of understandable as usually prostitutes were sent away the
second their clients finally hit orgasm.
            “I’ll pay you even more.”
            Jin flicked his eyes to Jungkook’s. The uncertainty was still
there, but Jungkook found himself amused as Jin started to chuckle in defeat.
            “Well, in my line of work it’s highly unwise to reject extra
money.”
            “So, is that a yes?”
            Jin wiggled his hands out of Jungkook’s grips and entwined their
fingers together as he looked straight to Jungkook’s eyes with so much warmth
and in the name of Mother Mary’s favorite turkey sandwich Jungkook wanted to
squeal.
           “It’s a big yes.”
            Jungkook grinned so wide and he was sure it definitely didn’t look
hot or appealing, more like a fanboy’s smile who just had his hands held by his
favorite idol but he didn’t give a fuck. He would go stupid all the way for
Jin.
            “However,” Jin suddenly said, snapping Jungkook away momentarily
from his train of joy. “I want to clean up, first. So are you. And get rid of
that disgusting condom dangling on your cock, please.”
            Jungkook had even forgotten they hadn’t clean up yet and the filled
condom was still attached to Jungkook’s dick. He took it off in one flick of a
hand and threw it into a nearby trash bin.
            “Wait here. I’ll grab some towel.”
            Jungkook proceeded to wipe himself and Jin free from Jin’s come
gently. Afterwards, Jungkook put on a pair of sweatpants and offered one to
Jin, but Jin refused. Instead, he simply put on one of the shortestshorts
Jungkook had and wore the shirt Jungkook previously wore before they had sex.
The shirt was too big on Jin as his body was obviously thinner than Jungkook’s
and it looked so fucking adorable Jungkook just wanted to cuddle him.
            Speaking of which…
            “Cuddle with me.”
            Jin chuckled as he ruffled Jungkook’s hair.
            “You’re so needy. Do you always ask these kinds of things to your
partners post-coitus?” Jin teased as he lied down onto the bed next to
Jungkook. He then proceeded to slot himself between Jungkook’s open arms and
settled his head nicely on top of Jungkook’s chest.
            “Nope.”
            “So why only me? Is it because I’m special?”
            “Yep.”
            Jin’s laugh vibrated Jungkook’s chest. He didn’t say anything
furthermore and he felt Jin’s breath started to even out.
            “Hey, Jin?”
            Jungkook didn’t expect Jin to reply, but Jin did anyway.
            “Yes?”
            “You’re going to stay here until I wake up, right?”
            Silence. Jungkook was worried he had just totally freaked out Jin,
but then Jin repled,
            “Okay.”
            Jungkook’s smile widened.
            “Okay.”
            Jin snuggled onto Jungkook chest even more by wiggling cutely.
            “Good night, Jungkook.”
            “Good night, Jin.”
 
            The next morning, Jungkook woke up on an empty bed.
***** Business *****
                “JEON JUNGKOOK!”
            Taehyung’s voice echoed loudly throughout Jungkook’a apartment. If
Jungkook’s oldcaretaker was in, she would probably had passed out due to shock.
But it was still 9 o’clock in the morning, and the woman only started to work
at 10 o’clock and she would probably freaked out upon seeing the liquid of sins
spluttered on the bed sheets crumpled at the corner of Jungkook’s
bedroom—Jungkook had the consideration to replace the dirty bed sheets with
clean one for him and his future love of his life to slept in last night.
            Speaking of which, Jungkook was still sitting on top of his bed
since he woke up at 7 o’clock in the morning—which was totally on time
according to his mind mechanism because he was determined to wake up before Jin
to prepare him breakfast and then serve it on bed like a newlywed on honeymoon
because Jungkook wanted to practice before the real deal—and discovered that
the said love of his life was nowhere to be found.
            Along with his clothes.
            And the abundant of cash Jungkook put on top of the drawer for
Jin’s payment which Jungkook prepared the night before.
            Jin left. He brokehis own words.
            And now Jungkook was sitting cross-legged on top of his bed,
unmoving since two hours ago, like Buddha meditating for his first divine
revelation.
            Jungkook felt so empty and devastated Taehyung’s angry scream
didn’t even make him flinch just a bit.
            “YAH, JEON JUNGKOOK! WHERE ARE YOU?!” Taehyung shouted from
downstairs. Soon footsteps climbing the bedroom staircase was heard, and less
than three seconds later Taehyung appeared, fuming.
            “You little shit!” Taehyung stepped in and raised his voice. His
finger was pointing accusingly to Jungkook and his eyes were glaring. “I can’t
fucking believe you ditched me last night and went home all by yourself. Do you
know how fucking humiliating it was to order Uber from a brothel at 3 o’clock
in the fucking morning? Do you know how even more fucking humiliating it was
when the said Uber had a priest for a driver who kept on giving me stink eye
for the rest of the trip? I mean, what the fuck was a priest doing by driving
Uber at the hour where sins were committed passionately around town? And you,
you selfish little shit. You just—“
            Taehyung stopped his words abruptly as he finally realized how
Jungkook was definitely not paying attention to him and only stared ahead
towards the wall of his bedroom. Taehyung then scanned the room—there was a
messy crumple of sheets at the corner of the room and… Taehyung sniffed. He
knew this smell all too well. This was the smell.Taehyung’s angry face was soon
replaced with the most teasing and shit-eating grin anyone could ever possibly
imagine.
            “Oh boy, you didn’t tell me you finally found a piece of ass to get
laid with. If I had known I wouldn’t get rekt on you abandoning me. This room
reeked of sex,” Taehyung announced teasingly as he approached Jungkook—still
unmoving and expressionless. Taehyung barked out a satisfied laugh and wrapped
an arm around Jungkook’s hunched shoulders. “A fantasticone, I must add.”
            Taehyung offered his signature boxy grin to Jungkook’s face, but
Jungkook remained unmoving and soon the grin faded.
            “Except, it was bad?” Taehyung asked uncertainly.
            Jungkook then snapped his face real quickly to face Taehyung,
totally catching the other man off guard.
            “Jesus! Boy, that was seriously fucking scary you could’ve… What
the fuck?!”
            Jungkook started to tear up and his lips wobbled. Taehyung’s
surprise was definitely understandable, considering Jungkook had never cried
since he was 9 years old and definitely neverafter sex.
            “Wow… Was it that bad?”
            Jungkook started to wail loudly, totally catching Taehyung off-
guard because it was usually Taehyung who wailed like a kid and Jungkook would
be there to calm him down—not comforting like any nice people would but pretty
much insulting Taehyung’s pride so much Taehyung decided to stop crying to stop
the insults—so Taehyung was totally baffled on what the fuck was currently
going on.
            The BIGGEST SHOCK OF TAEHYUNG’S ENTIRE EXISTENCE then came in the
form of Jungkook wrapping his entire arms and legs onto Taehyung’s and latching
on like a koala as he wailed even louder.
            “Hyuuuuunggg…” Jungkook whined onto Taehyung’s neck. That was just
another new train of shock hitting on Taehyung as Jungkook had seemed to forget
how to call Taehyung “hyung” since he was five years old.
            Taehyung cleared his throat in an attempt to calm himself and
Jungkook down as he slowly stroked Jungkook’s back.
            “Well, um… I… I don’t know what to say.”
            “Shut up.”
            “What?”
            “Shut the fuck up I don’t want to hear your voice just stay still
and let me cry my sorrows out to you, okay?”
            Taehyung’s bewilderment was soon replaced with irritation. Jungkook
was now hanging onto him for dear life as he kept on sobbing and he also
ordered him to shut up?!
            Jungkook was heavy, his uncontrolled tears had ruined Taehyung’s
Burberry coat, his behavior was totally unnerving, and had Taehyung mentioned
he was heavy?
            Because Jeon Jungkook was heavy as a motherfucker.
            “Bitch, I swear, if you don’t get off my lap in 2 seconds I’ll lick
your ear, you fat-ass shithead.”
            “OH MY GOSH!” Jungkook suddenly screamed as he pulled his face away
so suddenly as well from Taehyung neck. It was so fucking surprising Taehyung
screeched.
            “AH—WHAT! Jesus Christ, Jungkook, you almost killed me twice
already in the last three minutes!”
            Jungkook’s swollen red eyes were so wide it was as if he was a four
years old again who just got told by his mom that dog poops disappeared not
because they were alive and walked away but because they were cleaned up by the
house’s caretaker.
            Yep, even the cocky playboy Jeon Jungkook had a phase where he
believed poops were alive.
            “That must be it! That totally must be it!” Jungkook exclaimed as
he bounced on top of Taehyung’s lap—accentuating the pain of his weight even
more and Taehyung couldn’t give a fuck about his manliness no more as he began
to pathetically whine.
            “What… What the fuck are you talking about?! Get off!” Taehyung
said as he attempted to shove Jungkook away, but nope. Jungkook gripped
Taehyung’s forearms tightly and settled his face mere inches away from
Taehyung’s, effectively sending a wave of anxiety through the latter’s sanity.
“Wh—What?”
            “Taehyung, I need you to answer me really seriously,” Jungkook’s
tone changed drastically. Taehyung gulped as he prepared for a question with an
apocalyptic sense of urgency or whatever. “Am I really that fat?”
            Taehyung’s last nerve of patience just snapped.
            “FUCK OFF!”
            Taehyung finally found the strength to push his cousin away as
Jungkook plopped back onto the bed. But Taehyung knew something was
definitelywrong as Jungkook simply stayed still on the position where he
landed.
            “Okay, Kookie. Better start giving me infos before I officially
declare you’ve gone insane.”
            Jungkook let out a long, dramatic sigh that made Taehyung wanted to
slap him.
            “I just met the love of my life.”
            “…”
            Jungkook snapped his eyes towards Taehyung and glared accusingly.
            “Did you hear what I just said?”
            “Um, yeah,” Taehyung scratched the back of his neck nervously.
“But, I don’t know what’s that supposed to mean, I guess?”
            “IT MEANS I JUST MET THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND
KOREAN?!” Jungkook shouted at Taehyung at the top of his lungs, surprising
Taehyung so much he literallyleapt off a bit from the bed. Boi really needs to
take a chill pill.
            But Taehyung didn’t voice that out loud, of course. Because judging
from Jungkook’s red face and glaring eyes, he definitely had zero chill at the
moment and if Taehyung told him so his chill would definitely went zeroer.
            Zeroer. Hehe. Taehyung just mentally high-fived himself for making
that up.
            “What the fuck are you smiling at?” Jungkook’s anothercondescending
accusation brought Taehyung’s attention back in place.
            “Nothing. So, um, you just met the love of your life? When?”
            “Last night.”
            Taehyung cocked an eyebrow.
            “Last night… before we went to Golden Fox?”
            “After.”
            Taehyung cocked the cocked eyebrowhigher.
            “After?”
            “After.”
            “Where?”
            “Itaewon.”
            Taehyung seriously needed Jungkook to stop answering shit in one
word because Itaewon’s fucking big, y’all.
            “Itaewon where?”
            “The streets.”
            “…The streets? Was she lost or something to be wandering at the
streets of Itaewon at night?”
            “It was a he,” Taehyung’s cocked eyebrow was joined with a little
grin. “And he wasn’t lost. As a matter of fact, he knows the streets of Itaewon
better than anyone else.”
            Taehyung’s cocked higher eyebrowcocked evenhigher it might suddenly
float away from Taehyung’s forehead.
            “So you met the love of your life last night, a guy, in the streets
of Itaewon around midnight which was weird unless he was lost but he wasn’t. In
fact, he knows the streets very well,” Taehyung recounted for Jungkook, still
with his eyebrow cocked so high and confusion bluntly expressed on his face.
Jungkook nodded vigorously at Taehyung’s recount. “I’m sorry, Kookie. I kind of
can’t help but thinking your guy is a prostitute or something.”
            Taehyung joked as he chuckled at his own conclusion, because he
seriously had no clue about what to make of a guy wandering in the streets of
Itaewon, especially near Golden Fox, at midnight.
            He kind of expected Jungkook to shout at him again for being so
insensitive, but it never came. So Taehyung turned around to look at Jungkook,
whose face had turned melancholic all over again. Was Taehyung’s joke hurt him
that much he didn’t have the strength to insult back like the sassy Jungkookie
would?
            But then the realization dawned on him.
            “Holy Jesus, Buddha, Vishnu, and whatever other gods that exist in
this world, what the fuck, Kookie?! He’s a whore?!”
            Jungkook glared at this.
            “Don’t you fucking equalize him with a whore, Kim Taehyung! He’s
nothing like them!”
            Taehyung was genuinely taken aback by that. Just yesterday Jungkook
was profoundly stating his disgust for those kinds of workers, yet here he
was—shouting at his beloved loyal cousin for making a little statement against
the guy which Taehyung knew nothing about yet, by the way.
            “Okay, big guy,” Taehyung softened his tone at seeing Jungkook’s
face turned sad as if the so-called “love of his life” just declared he was
betrothed to someone richer and had to leave—which was a bit impossible, of
course, considering Jungkook was the heir of the richest family-based
corporation in South Korea. “Why don’t you tell your cousin Taetae all about
it, huh?”
 
            “So let me get this straight. You took a wrong turn that ended up
at the street whore area in Itaewon, then this ‘love of your life’ appeared,
offering you sexual services, and when he realized you’re a minor he intended
to bail but you promised him more money. Then you brought him here, with the
intention of talking fluffily like a high school couple on your first date, but
he was, and I quote, ‘too sinful to not be sexually explored’ so you ended up
fucking him which you supposed he had zero problems with considering he was a
sex worker in the first place. But you regretted it as soon as you were done so
you asked him to stay the night and cuddle, with the promise of more money, but
when you woke up he was gone. Do I miss anything?”
            Jungkook shook his head. He knew very well how disapproving
Taehyung was at the fact that Jungkook was attached to a prostitute—not the
elite one, he might add, but the one on the streets—but the fact that Taehyung
made an effort to at least sympathize with Jungkook on his dilemma made
Jungkook grateful. Taehyung could be such an ignorant pain in the ass
sometimes, but there were times like this too.
            “And your dilemma is…?” Taehyung asked again uncertainly. Jungkook
groaned exasperatedly.
            “He left. And it’s my fault.”
            “How is him leaving in the morning when he finally finished his job
is your fault, Kookie?”
            “Because I’m fat.”
            “…”
            “…”
            “What the actual fuck?”
            Taehyung eyed Jungkook, looking for a sign of a joke, before he
realized Jungkook was dead serious when his expression remained.
            “What makes you think that way, Kookie? You know you’re not fat.
You’re a very muscular and manly guy that all girls and twinks went loco about
at the clubs.” Taehyung said, genuinely trying to comfort Jungkook. Did the
prostitute called Jungkook fat directly? Because Taehyung swore he was going to
throttle the bitch who dared to make his usually cocky baby cousin this
insecure, especially about his body. Even Taehyung envied Jungkook’s muscles
sometimes until his modeling manager said his lean body was a major
contributing factor to his beauty.
            “But you said so yourself.”
            “…What.”
            “When I was on your lap. You said I was a ‘fat-ass shithead’.”
Jungkook pouted like a child and Taehyung just wanted to slap both him and
himself.
            “Kookie. You know I was only joking, okay? I didn’t mean it. I
mean, we both insult each other with words we don’t mean since we first learned
how to speak so… And besides, the fuck does your fatness got to do with him
leaving? He called you fat or something?”
            “No! He wouldn’t be that mean, ever! Didn’t I tell you how he’s
probably the sweetest person ever?” He did, multiple times, but Taehyung was
that shallow to be blinded by stigma considering the guy’s line of work. “I
kind of… squish him, I guess?”
            Jungkook scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and nervously,
and Taehyung was profoundly confused. It was Taehyung’s job to talk weird, not
Jungkook’s.
            “What? Did you jump on top of him while he was lying on the bed and
landed straight onto his face hard and heavy enough to flat his nose or
whatever?”
            “No, dumbass.”
            “So, how exactly did you ‘squish’ him?”
            “I fell on top of him.”
            “…Okay?”
            “After sex. I literally draped my whole limp fat body on top of his
lean one and laid there motionlessly for maybe 15 minutes straight while he was
also still limpy from the heavy orgasms we both just experienced and…” Jungkook
stopped talking as he looked up to Taehyung who was still listening to him
intently. “Why the fuck am I telling you this? And why the fuck aren’t you
protesting over the fact I almost revealed to you the details of my post-coitus
state?”
            Taehyung shrugged.
            “I mean, I kind of revealed my secret of jacking off to Kublai
Khan’s picture yesterday, so…”
            Huh, fair point. Taehyung had a shitload amount of weird shit in
him, and because of that he definitely didn’t easily find things which would be
weird for normal people weirdfor him.
            “Well, that’s… That’s about it. My story of fucking up.” Jungkook
ended it with a sigh.
            “That’s it?”
            “That’s it.”
            Taehyung sighed dramatically as he pinched the bridge of his nose
to somehow emphasize Jungkook’s stupidity and Jungkook was so fucking
irritated.       
            “What, Tae?!”
            “Kookie, Kookie, Kookie,” Taehyung shook his head. “That’s probably
the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard in my life. And you need to consider it
seriously if it comes from me because I know a lot of dumb shit.”
            Jungkook groaned exasperatedly.
            “If not that, then why? Why did he leave? Was it the sex? Did I
perform badly? I seriously doubt that because I got a big junior, big stamina,
big muscles, basically I’m the epitome of sex god, okay? So, what else could
possibly go wrong?”
            Taehyung narrowed his eyes at Jungkook for that irritating over
confidence and sighed.
            “Kookie, have you even taken his work into consideration?”
            Jungkook tilted his head curiously, which meant no he obviously
hadn’t that dumb clueless little shit and he actually proclaimed himself a sex
god, huh.
            “Look, Kookie, he’s a prostitute, okay? And as much as you keep on
saying he’s the love of your life, it doesn’t mean he feels the same. What he
feels and what he knows is that he’s a prostitute. And prostitutes don’t stay
until morning and get breakfast in bed, okay? Prostitutes are sent away
immediately after the clients paid them. So, it was natural for him to leave as
soon as he woke up. Staying for cuddling must be weird enough for him but it
was fine considering extra money was involved. But he definitely didn’t expect
the morning couple-like routine, okay? He doesn’t do vanilla, Kookie. You’re
probably in love but for him you’re just business.”
            Jungkook sighed defeatedly. Taehyung was right. Just because
Jungkook was hopelessly in love with him at first sight didn’t mean the love
was reciprocated.
            “You’re right.” Jungkook said.
            “Damn right, I am. Now, you should go find someone new to land your
eyes on and—“
            “I’m going to Itaewon tonight to see him again.”
            “Bitch say what—”
            But Taehyung couldn’t finish his words as Jungkook already leapt
off the bed and stormed downstairs with such enthusiasm as if the wailing koala
Jungkook never happened in the first place. Taehyung shook his head.
            “Kids these days.” Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose.
Suddenly, Taehyung’s phone bleeped. The notification bar said his subscribed
Youtube channel—an 11 year old girl from Netherlands called “Princess
Kitties”—just uploaded a new video titled “My Sweet Kitty Meets My Best
Friend’s Puppy for The First Time”.
            Taehyung found himself already forgetting Jungkook’s problem and
squealed loudly as he watched the thirty minutes long video. He was so immersed
he didn’t notice Jungkook came back up with a cup of coffee in his hands and
shook his head.
            “Kids these days.” Jungkook muttered.
 
            Jungkook glanced at his clock. It was now 12. 54 a.m. and he was
parked in front of Golden Fox. He wasn’t sure the exact time Jin would be
available for him, but because last night it was precisely 1 a.m., Jungkook
decided to return at that exact time again.
            Jungkook was fidgeting nervously in his seat. He was sweating
although the air conditioner in his car was blowing full power. He had drunk a
bottle of beer before he left as a bit of liquid courage, but the effect
dissipated as soon as Jungkook finally settled his car in front of Golden Fox.
            Suddenly, Jungkook’s phone bleeped and he saw Taehyung just chatted
him.
 
Taetae:
            Wozzah you prostitute stalker!
Kookie:
            Suck my dick.
Taetae:
            Aren’t you shaking like a spasming lizard right now on your seat
due to nervousness of meeting the guy who justdid suck your dick the night
before?
Kookie:
            Go back to your Kublai Khan’s porn catalogue, you tentacle-hentai
reader.
Taetae:
            WHAT IS WRONG WITH TENTACLE HENTAI YOU LITTLE SNOT THEY WERE MADE
TO BE READ AND IT’S THE MOST ANIMAL-FRIENDLY RELATED CONTENT A PORN INDUSTRY
CAN EVER POSSIBLY PRODUCE!
Kookie:
            There’s something seriously wrong with you.
Taetae:
            Whatever, swollen nose. I wish you bad luck.
           
            Jungkook didn’t even bother to reply as he was shocked at the
blaring alarm of the phone ringing at 12.58, giving Jungkook the exact 2
minutes slot to drive to his and Jin’s red light.
            After he married Jin he would definitely rename the street name
with that.
            In a blink of an eye, he had finally arrived at the area which he
previously so detested and avoided. He slowed down his driving, in case Jin had
decided to wander a bit more from the red light, but he immediately stepped on
his gas when he noticed a street whore or two started to approach his car.
            It was now 1.05 a.m. and Jungkook’s Ferrari was parked on Jungkook
and Jin’s Red Lightbut with Jin nowhere in sight.
            Had Jungkook totally freaked him out he decided to move away
because he knew Jungkook would stalk him back? Did Jungkook actually have an
STD and he transferred it to Jin and now Jin was at home dying? Was Jin
actually married?
            Jungkook found himself shuddering at the last thought and he
flinched in surprise when someone knocked on his window. It was a guy and he
was leaning casually to Jungkook’s window while smiling—casually, Jungkook
guessed? It definitely wasn’t that made-up sensual smile every prostitute, Jin
included, flashed to Jungkook as a potential customer—with his dimples on full
display.
            Jungkook sighed and shook his head, indicating he wasn’t
interested. But the guy kept on knocking until Jungkook groaned exasperatedly
and lowered his window.
            “Look, dude, I ain’t inte—“
            “You’re looking for Jin, aren’t you?” The guy cut off Jungkook’s
words. Not only his words, really, but also his entire train of thoughts at the
mention of the sacred name.
            But before Jungkook’s unfiltered mouth could take action, Jungkook
gathered his senses and narrowed his eyes at the guy who was smiling so
brightly. It was ironic, really. His smile made his face looked so innocent but
the skinny ripped jeans, white tank, black leather jacket, black choker, and a
thick black eyeliner applied on his eyes screamed sex all the way.
            “Who are you?”
            “I’m Hobi. Jin’s friend.”
            Jungkook narrowed his eyes even more.
            “And how do you know I’m looking for Jin?”
            “Besides the fact that you’re the only person in Ferrari who drove
here so gloriously last night, attracting every single of us, and triggered
immense jealousy when you chose Jin? You were probably too dumbstruck by Jin
you didn’t even notice from the second Jin made you pull over until you drove
away everyone here was staring at you?”
            “That still doesn’t answer how you can know I’m looking for Jin.”
            “You barely passed a glance to others who approached your car and
even went as far as insulting poor Sohye for having HIV—not that I detest you,
though, she ain’t exactly healthy either—but with Jin you went as far as
offering extra cash? Jin definitely had you captivated and I ain’t surprised. I
ain’t surprised either seeing you parking your sweet ride idly here.”
            Jungkook blushed heavily but then he cleared his throat, attempting
to gain composure in front of the orange-haired man.
            “Whatevs. Where’s Jin, anyway?”
            “He’ll be done in around two hours or so.”
            Done?
            “Done with what?”
            Hobi cocked an eyebrow at this.
            “What do you think?” He asked as he narrowed his eyes—both his tone
and his stare were so judgmental.
            “I just asked you, didn’t I? You think I’d ask if I’d known?”
            But Jungkook knew. Well, he kind of guessed but he hoped it would
be wrong.
            Hobi scoffed.
            “Done with his clients, of course. You’re not exactly his  first
appointment for  the night, Mr. Ferrari.”
            Jungkook felt his throat constricted. He felt as if a huge hole
just got punched into his chest. Of course, Taehyung had told him this.
Jungkook was just business for Jin. And Jungkook himself confirmed it by paying
Jin to come home with him to fuck. But just like any other people who were
experiencing falling in love, would you like it if the subject of your love is
currently being treated as a sex object by others?
***** Do we have a deal? *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
            In the end, Jungkook remained seated in his car which engine was
now turned off. He prepared himself to wait for Jin to finish. Apparently,
there were many love hotels scattered in the area and Jin was currently in a
red-painted three stories hotel right across the road. Jungkook asked Hobi how
many would Jin serve tonight—meaning how many men Jungkook would have to endure
his murderous instincts from—and Hobi said probably three.
            Jungkook balled up his fists. Ever since he was a child, he rarely
had to share anything with anyone courtesy of his status and his family’s
wealth. Except with Taehyung, of course. Even if Jungkook didn’t permit him on
touching his properties, Taehyung would still use them anyway. Basically, he
was spoilt rotten, that fact was irrefutable.
            And now, Jungkook had to face the harsh reality that Jin was
indeeda sex worker, and Jungkook had to share him with at least three guys. And
that was tonight only.
            As Jungkook was about to ask Hobi more about Jin, Hobi excused
himself as a Toyota parked around 5 meters away in front of Jungkook. Hobi
smirked towards the car before he flashed his sweet smile to Jungkook and
ruffled his hair.
            “I gotta go. See you next time, kid!”
            Jungkook’s pent-up murderous desires almost exploded at Hobi’s face
for even touching his perfectly styled-for-Jin hair. Plus the fact that Hobi
called him “kid” and also treated him like one made Jungkook wished for Jin to
basically tell Hobi how his night with Jungkook was to teach Hobi that Jungkook
was definitely not a kid.
            Not with that Greek God of a penis he wasn’t.
            Jungkook observed the way Hobi leaned onto the Toyota’s window when
he first approached the car before he casually opened the door and drove away
from Itaewon—leaving Jungkook gasping for breath in his anxiety of waiting for
the love of his life to return to him.
            Well, ain’t that some sappy shit?
 
            Jungkook was 100% close on falling asleep—for probably the 50th
time already because two hours my assJungkook had waited inside the car for
almost three hours and a half now—until he saw a muscular, bulky man, probably
twice his size, exited the hotel Jungkook had observed so intensely as if he
was a cop on a stakeout. The man was probably in his late 30s, and for an uncle
he was pretty hot especially with those big muscles displayed so obviously by
the strain of his tight-fitted black t shirt.
            Jungkook wouldn’t had bothered to pay attention to the man if it
wasn’t for a way too familiar figure exited the hotel exactly four seconds
after the big man. Again, Jungkook felt time had stopped when he landed his
eyes onto Jin’s figure for the second time of the week.
            This time, Jin was wearing an oversized white shirt with vertical
black stripes which hands were dangling from Jin’s hands and it reminded
Jungkook of Jin’s body enveloped in Jungkook’ shirt and fuck he was so cute
Jungkook wanted to buy him an entire island in Oceania as a courting gift. The
oversized shirt was furthermore accentuated with the black pants which were so
tight on his legs and for shoes he wore the same Converse he did last night.
            Honestly, Jin was the only prostitute that definitely didn’t dress
like one yet still managed to catch the eye of customers.
            When Jin exited the building, the bulky man turned his face back to
him for a second before he approached Jin and grabbed him by the waist before
sloppily kissing him on the lips, making Jin giggled. Then the man seemed to
mutter something to Jin’s ear before he finally walked away.
            Jungkook just wanted to crash his Ferrari straight to that man
right there and then.Forget about him being hot for his age, his size only made
him looked like the Gargantuar zombie in Plants vs. Zombies and no Jungkook was
definitely not thinking that because of anger and jealousy. Absolutely not.
            Jungkook then turned his eyes back to Jin across the road, who, at
the same time, also locked eyes with Jungkook. Talking about some soulmate
telepathic vibe, y’all.
            And then, Jin smiled.
            Jungkook was so ready to die.
            Jin then approached Jungkook’s car by crossing the road, lightly
skipping on the way and it was so cute oh my gosh Jungkook wanted to slam his
face to the steering wheel.
            When Jin finally arrived, Jungkook automatically lowered his window
before Jin had to knock it.
            “Hey, Little Boy.” Jin greeted playfully. Jungkook would normally
get rekt if someone treated him like a kid but then again, even if Jin went as
far as throwing a bowl of hot ramyeon at Jungkook Jungkook would still
fangirled inside.
            “Hi, Jin.” Jungkook greeted back sheepishly.
            “What are you doing here?” Jin asked, mischief obvious in his tone
and eyes.
            Jungkook found it unnecessary to lie or stall.
            “Looking for you.”
            Jin’s smile got wider and his cheeks were blushing. Oh my god why
do you have to be so cute?
            “Why?”
            “Because you weren’t in bed this morning.”
            At that, Jin’s smile faded and he started to chuckle nervously.
Jungkook didn’t mean to give him negative vibes, but Jungkook wasn’t going to
lie about how Jin breaking his words to stay with him until he woke up
disappointed him.
            “Well, I don’t find my presence necessary for clients at the
mornings, really. I mean, true that I had one or two clients who asked for
cuddles and stay-till-morning stuff but usually they just said it when they
were still high on the after sex, not genuinely meant it at all,” Jin explained
awkwardly. But when he saw Jungkook’s expression turned stern, Jin’s
awkwardness was joined with uncertainty. “Except, you didmean it?”
            Jungkook couldn’t help his hardening expression and the little pout
that escaped his lips due to him holding back on shouting at Jin. He simply
nodded.
            Jin looked genuinely taken aback at this.
            “Wow, okay. Um, I’m sorry, I guess? I don’t know what to say and I
didn’t know that you truly meant it last night, so…”
            Jungkook decided to swallow his ego and shrugged.
            “It’s cool. It happened.”
            Jin smiled again. Jungkook returned it.
            He was smiling but he was dying inside.
            “Anyway,” Jin said again with a higher pitch, obviously had put the
matter behind him. “Why are you looking for me? Back for some more?”
            Jin wriggled his eyebrows at this and it was so fucking comical
Jungkook laughed.
            “That’s one hell of an expression, Jin.”
            Jin only chuckled warmly in reply, seemingly satisfied at
Jungkook’s laugh.
            “But, seriously, though, why are you here?”
            Jungkook stopped laughing but he maintained his smile and locked
his eyes firmly to Jin’s.
            “I’m asking you on a date.”
            Jin widened his eyes.
            “What?”
            “You heard me.”
            “Are you serious?”
            “Yep.”
            Jin started fidgeting and let out a nervous chuckle. Honestly even
his awkward nervous chuckles were cute like what the fuck.
            “Um… I’m really flattered to hear that, Jungkook,” Jin started
uncertainly. “But I think you and I both know that I’m not exactly the ‘take
you out on a date’ type.”
            “No, I don’t know that.” Jungkook persisted.
            Jin sighed.
            “Jungkook, I don’t go on dates, okay? Unless the dates are paid in
advance and only lasted for two hours tops before they end with sex, I do notgo
on dates.”
            “Okay,” Jungkook said. Jin breathed out in relief, until Jungkook
continued. “Then I’ll pay you in advance and each date will last for two hours
tops. Although I’d rather for the sex ending to be optional than obligatory.
How’s that?”
            By now, Jin was staring at Jungkook with furrowed eyebrows and
gaped mouth. He blinked multiple times at Jungkook, trying to figure him out,
while Jungkook persistently looked at Jin in his serious mode.
            More silence passed and Jungkook was so done.
            “Oh, come on, Jin. I’m going to pay you more than you get each
night for each date. Trust me, I’m a pretty fun guy to hang out with.” Jungkook
said impatiently. Jin kept on looking at him. Jungkook thought that Jin would
actually embrace the idea immediately because wouldn’t it be more convenient to
go on casual dates which banked a shitload amount of money rather than sleeping
with strangers at night with a grand total that can be easily doubled with said
dates?
            Unless, Jin actually enjoyed the sex his job brought?
            Jungkook hadn’t even considered that—that perhaps Jin wasn’t as
innocently angelic as he thought, or expected, him to be. He was a prostitute,
after all. And by now Jungkook still had no idea how long Jin had been working
as a prostitute. And why? Was Jin embracing the job because he got both the
money and the pleasure or was Jin hating the job as if he was another
prostitute who had no choice at becoming one?
            “Um,” Jin’s first sound broke Jungkook’s anxious train of thoughts.
Jungkook stared at Jin immediately to find the latter was biting his bottom lip
in contemplation and Jungkook’s libido just jumped up what the fuck you
uncontrollable sex predator keep your shit together. “I… Why don’t you tell me
the details so I can think about it properly.”
            Jungkook was sure he could never grin even more wider than he was
then when he heard Jin’s words.
 
            It was simple, really. Jungkook wanted to go on dates with Jin
every day. That was it. But of course, considering it was business for the
other guy, Jungkook had to concede when Jin started to propose his conditions
for the “contract”—according to Jin, which upset Jungkook because of how
business-minded Jin was—to work.
            So now, Jungkook and Jin were seated inside Jungkook’s Ferrari
discussing the “business proposal”.
            Jungkook just told Jin how the dates in mind were done during the
day when Jin brought up his available hours during the night.
            “The day?” Jin asked, not even bothering to conceal his surprise.
            “Well, yeah. I mean I did say it’s a ‘date contract’ not our usual
night flings.”
            That marked Jin’s Hesitance #1.
            Jin said he would be unavailable from 4 p.m. to 7 p.m. during the
day because he had work—which made Jungkook silently thanked the heavens
because at least Jin wasn’t a full time sex worker—and also from 4 a.m. until
10 a.m. because those were his sleeping hours. In conclusion, Jin was available
during daytime from around 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. Jungkook wanted to ask why he was
only available until 1 when his work actually started at 7, but didn’t want to
prod. This conversation alone had showed Jungkook the amount of hesitance in
Jin’s eyes and Jungkook wasn’t going to risk losing his date time with Jin all
the way just for a tiny private information. Finally, if Jungkook wanted to go
out at night, it would be within Jin’s usual “nighttime work” which would start
from 10 p.m. to 4 a.m.
            “Do you remember all the time?” Jin asked with a sigh and closed
eyes after he finished explaining all his clock calculations. When Jungkook
didn’t answer, Jin opened his eyes and looked at Jungkook who was scrunching
his face seriously while his fingers were writing furiously on a piece of
paper.
            Jungkook definitely didn’t notice the suppressed amused smile Jin
flashed to him.
            “So during the day we can go out from 11 to 1, and during the night
it’ll be from 10 to 4?” Jungkook concluded. Jin nodded. “Okay, I’ll remember
that.”
            “However, there are three things I want to ask and discuss,” Jin
continued as he raised three fingers. “One, what exactly are we going to do on
these so-called ‘dates’? Like am I pretending to be your boyfriend so you can
impress your colleagues at brunches or whatever? Two, the payment system.
Three, the fact that I’m dating you is illegal and that’s a very major
contributing factor of me brushing off this whole proposal.”
            The last one just marked Jin’s Hesitance #2.
            Jungkook snapped his head so quickly at the last sentence while Jin
kept his eyes firmly at Jungkook. Of course, this had always been the obstacle
of Jungkook and Jin’s relationship progress. Jungkook’s age.
            But Jungkook was not going to back away. He took a breath and
started to answer.
            “One, it’ll be just like normal dates, you know? Lunches, a walk in
a park, hanging out at the zoo, movies,” Jungkook only had answered one
question and Jin’s hesitance was already darkening at his angelic face. That
was Jin’s Hesitance #3. It was obvious that Jin wanted to ask about Jungkook’s
answer, but Jungkook thanked him for being considerate enough to wait for
Jungkook to finish. “Two, payment will be mostly decided by you. I propose to
pay you five times than your usual price if I ask you out at night because if I
want to take you away for the whole night I understand how many potential
clients you’ll lose. And three, the ‘legality’ factor will be compensated 25%
from our settled price and honestly, we’re only going to go on casual dates,
not organizing an orgy. It’ll be like me, a college student, going out for a
cute little date with his college senior because dude, I think you’re not even
that old compared to me.”
            Jin eyed Jungkook seriously before he spoke up.
            “Well, I’m 24. How old are you?”
            Jungkook just mentally did a back flip because Jin wasn’t actually
that old. But at the same time, Jungkook felt his curiousity bubbling as how
someone so young could be a prostitute.
            “I just turned 19 yesterday.” Jungkook replied lightly. At this,
Jin’s eyes widened.
            “Yesterday? When we…”
            “Yep. You were my birthday sex, Jin. Well, not really because we
had sex after 12 a.m. which meant it was a day after my birthday but…”
            Jin ducked his head and Jungkook could see a tint of pink making
its way to Jin’s cheeks and fucking hell Jungkook just wanted to smooch those
cheeks. But Jin wasn’t flustered for long as he snapped his eyes back at
Jungkook.
            “You’re barely out of high school.” Jin said with a horrified tone.
Jungkook rolled his eyes.
            “Please. I’m already a student at Yonsei. High school got nothing
on me anymore. And besides, you’ve experienced the way I performlast night. Was
that the performance of someone who’s ‘barely out of high school’, Jinnie?”
            Jungkook leaned closer to Jin at each word and basically purred the
nickname in front of Jin’s face. Jin widened his eyes and looked away, pouting,
as red started to creep its way to Jin’s face and Jungkook had to restrain
himself to not cling to Jin like a baby koala finally finding his mama.
            What the fuck. Hanging out with Taehyung definitely had brought a
shitload amount of weird imaginations within Jungkook’s mind.
            “Okay. But I’m taking that 25% compensation for the risk of me
being imprisoned,” Jin finally said, making Jungkook smiled wide. “However, I’m
still confused about the ‘normal dates’ thing because… Well?”
            Jungkook shrugged.
            “Like I said, normal dates. Just imagine you’re my college senior
who just got asked out for a date and I’m taking you out.”
            Jungkook could tell from Jin’s scrunched nose that the latter
obviously didn’t understand, but Jin didn’t try to ask again because frankly,
Jungkook’s answer just confused him a lot more.
            “Okay. Um, for daytime I’m asking for $150. For nighttime it’ll be
$600 for all night long.” Jin said, although the uncertainty was obvious in his
tone as he probably considered how expensive that sounded, but of course the
only feeling Jungkook felt was happiness because Jin was actually considering
for the date OMG.
            “Agreed,” Jungkook blurted out as soon as Jin finished pronouncing
the word “long”. It must be so sudden and overenthusiastic because Jin was
visibly surprised. “So do we have a deal?”
            Jungkook said that as he offered his hand. For the first time since
the business discussion, Jin smiled genuinely and shook Jungkook’s hand.
            Jungkook wanted to bury his face to a pillow and just screech.
            “Okay, so I’ll need your phone number to contact you.” Jungkook
said instead as coolas possible.
            “Sure.” Jin said as he dug the pocket of his pants and pulled out a
baby pink flip phone.
            Repeat, a baby pink flip phone.
            A fucking baby pink flip fucking phone.
            Jin probably was a toy plushie in his previous life to be so
fucking adorbs.
            “What’s yours?” Jin asked while his eyes remained transfixed on
that cute fucking phone. After Jungkook told Jin his number, Jin miscalled
Jungkook and Jungkook decided it’d be wiser to go home first away from Jin
before renaming Jin’s contact name to Love of My Life xoxo.
            “Okay, there we go. And don’t worry about the contract. I’ll have
my assistant to type it for you so you can have some kind of a physical
guarantee for it or something.” Jungkook offered just to make Jin feel even
more secure. Jin beamed at the idea and nodded.
            “Yeah, it’ll be easier for me that way to sue you in case you
decided not to include the 25% compensation,” Jin teased and Jungkook laughed
sheepishly. “Anyway, it’s 4.10 now and it’s beyond my work hours. Gotta go. See
you, Jungkook.”
            “No, wait!” Jungkook grabbed Jin’s arm as Jin made a motion to
reach for the door handle. Jin cocked an eyebrow. “Our first date is tomorrow
at 12.”
            “Wow, already?” Jin chuckled. “Why 12, though? You know I’m only
available until 1.”
            Jungkook pouted at this and grumbled, “Because I got class until
11.30.”
            “Aw, what a good student you are.” Jin cooed as he ruffled
Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook just wanted to snap at Jin because you’re supposed
to be my lover not my brother or somethingbut who was Jungkook to deny the
pleasure his skin got every time it touched with Jin’s?
            “Yeah, yeah,” Jungkook tried to keep it cool as Jin’s hand still
rested on top of Jungkook’s head. “Anyway, where should I pick you up? At your
house? Speaking of which, why don’t I drop you off at your house now?”
            Jin cocked an eyebrow and smiled a bit patronizingly, really. But
it was understandable, Jungkook’s overexcitement had again unfiltered his
mouth.
            “Sorry,” Jungkook chuckled sheepishly. “Too soon?”
            “Too soon,” Jin confirmed. His patronizing smile faded and was
replaced with a genuinely happy smile. “Anyway, I’ll just text you where you
should pick me up tomorrow, okay?”
            “Okay.”
            “Well, see you tomorrow, Jungkook.” Jin smiled warmly as Jungkook
finally released his grip on Jin’s arm and Jin stepped out of the car.
            “See you, Jin.”
            As Jungkook watched Jin’s back retreating away, Jungkook couldn’t
help the contemplations invading his mind. Where should he take Jin tomorrow? A
boat riding at the lake? The amusement park? The mall? And where should they
eat? The college café Jungkook and Taehyung liked? The steakhouse Jungkook and
Taehyung alsoliked? Or did Jin like Korean foods more than Western? Or should
Jungkook take Jin on a private jet trip around South Korea?
            Oh fuck, I’m so fucking clueless.
            Jungkook’s frustration was interrupted by a series of knock on his
window and to Jungkook’s surprise, it was Jin.
            “Jin? What’s wrong?”
            “Nothing,” Jin smiled. “I just forgot to tell you that, considering
how passionate you are about cuddling and stay till morning, I can’t do that.”
            Jungkook felt his heart dropped.
            “The cuddling?”
            Jin shook his head.
            “No. The stay-till-morning.”
            “Why?”
            There went Jungkook’s plan on practicing for the real deal
breakfast in bed in honeymoon suite.
            “Because just like my nighttime hours, I’m limited until 4 before I
have to run home.”
            “Why?” Jungkook persistently asked again, upset visible in his
tone. He liked cuddles and breakfast in bed.
            “Well,” Jin scratched the back of his neck and smiled hesitantly.
“I have someone waiting for me at home.”
            Jungkook felt like his entire happiness for the night had
dissipated to a dark force making his stomach bubbling inconveniently upon
hearing that.
            “That’s only it, I guess. Goodbye, Jungkook!” Jin continued
cheerfully, as if he didn’t just stab a dagger through Jungkook’s heart, before
he half-ran away from Jungkook.
            Jungkook remained unmoving in front of his steering wheel. He
contemplated the two negative conclusions he just discovered about the possible
progress of his and Jin’s relationship.
   1. Jin was a prostitute who only looked at Jungkook as a business client,
   2. Jin was, apparently, taken.
            Jungkook drew a long, batted sigh. Guess the road on winning your
heart is harder than I originally thought huh, Jin?
Chapter End Notes
     And this chapter marks the last update for the week, guys! Stay tuned
     for the next chapter where several interesting new characters will be
     introduced!
     P.S.: you probably notice I added the tag "slow burn" because that's
     how jin and kookie's relationship will be. slow burn with a shitload
     amount of obstacles. And sorry if this crumbles you a bit but I can't
     really guarantee for a happy ending HAHAHA *wicked laugh*
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