HELLO, DARLING | JIKOOK ✔

06 || A LITTLE, FILTHY WHORE

It's been a few very long, grueling and thoughtful days after Jimin's secret visit to Jeongguk's house. The ardor behind his bruises have ebbed away relatively well and his muscles don't throb as much as they once used to. It's a subtle pain that he can work with as he maneuvers throughout the day. Only he hasn't even really been moving that much at all. He's been sitting in the kitchen, not only replaying his and Jeongguk's conversation but also what happened in between. He blushes profusely and begins to wonder just exactly what this means for him. Jimin was in such a needy, desperate state that he wasn't really thinking when he agreed to Jeongguk's proposal.

Not to say that he regrets it, because he definitely doesn't. But the man's entirety is such a mystery.

Maybe I'm not normal, Darling.

We'll have so much fun together. Isn't that right?

This is who I am, Darling. But in the end, I'm capable of so much more. I went easy on you because you're injured, pretty little thing. Are you afraid yet?

Suddenly he has chills rolling down his spine. Reasonably enough, he feels as though there's so much more to this man that he's estranged to. And yet this doesn't deter him from submitting to his desires. Because despite how precarious of a situation it is, nothing feels more intoxicating than Jeongguk's fingertips against his skin.

But it's not so simple. There's this gut wrenching twist, which just so happens to be his abusive boyfriend. For roughly the entire prolongation of their relationship, all Jimin has come to possess is the endless feeling of brutal impact against his body. It doesn't matter when, or what he does that leads up to it. Anything can come as a trigger and that's why he never feels safe at home.

But with Jeongguk... it's different. The attention is entirely different. Because although he hasn't been struck by the man quite yet, the sweet yet just as thrilling covet hangs so positively close to his lips that it's impossible to subside. Jeongguk has already shown him more affection than Daeshim ever has in these previous years. Even if it's all sexual stimulation, he doesn't care. Because it's something and he yearns for anything. But he finds himself held up in some kind of endless loop, because he can't picture anyone else bruising his hips and whipping his skin besides Jeongguk. The thought of anyone else doing it frightens him. It's inexplicable and he doesn't expect anyone else to understand. He can hardly grasp it himself.

Suddenly the front door is pulled open and Jimin's eyes land on Daeshim. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to be in a bad mood. The deciding factor behind his behaviour is always drown out in the shadows, however he doesn't find that it really matters. Just as long as it means he won't be getting hit.

"We're going out for lunch today. Make yourself look presentable." Daeshim takes a seat on the living room couch, pulling out his phone.

Jimin doesn't listen to him at first because anytime they go out in public together, it never ends up playing out the way he implores it to. It's embarrassing because if he's looked at a certain way by a waiter, Daeshim always has something to say. Always.

"Did I stutter? I said go get ready."

Jimin nods his head. "Right, sorry." He walks toward their shared bedroom and starts to pick through his small selection of clothes, deciding on what to wear. He settles with a pair of jeans, a knit turtleneck sweater and a set of white sneakers. As soon as he's done putting his look together, he meets Daeshim in the living room, standing before him apprehensively. It's imperative that his outfit be assessed before departure.

Daeshim's eyes finally avert from the phone in his hand. His keen eyes start at the small sneakers hugging Jimin's feet, working their way up to the man's face. The ravenette chews on his lip nervously as he awaits his evaluation. It's the kind of unabating anxiety that gnaws away at your bone marrow and festers beneath your skin. The answer is unforeseeable.