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Seokjin 2.0

DaddyCandy_.Com

What in the name of his own non-existent dignity was he doing? It sounded like some kind of terrible mobile role playing game and he really did not want to think about all the ways he could be wrong.

But he really was starting to run out of options. Because suddenly two weeks had turned into two days and the amount of panic he felt was through the actual roof.

It wouldn't hurt anything to look. To open an incognito tab in his browser and type it in.

'Welcome to Daddy Candy! Where the sweetest babies go to fulfill their deepest desires.'

That was as far as he got before he was jamming his thumb against the screen, rapidly tapping on the close button, trying to exit out as quickly as he could.

So that was another failure to add to the incredibly long line of them. How could he really think he could do something like this? This wasn't who he was. Someone who sold pieces of themselves in exchange for their own survival.

Throwing down his phone, he scrubbed his hands across his face, instantly regretting it as he realized he was still wearing make up and it was now completely ruined. It was too late to try and fix it, but the thought of getting up and actually washing it front his skin seemed like more than he could take.

Everything was more than he could take. And he felt himself constantly falling deeper and deeper into the hole of depression, shoveling faster than he could keep up with. He had to hit rock bottom sooner or later, right? Only he got the distinct feeling that particular path was long and painful and one he definitely did not want to take.

What were his options, really? He had filled out an endless amount of applications, only to receive little to no response. Sure, he'd had a couple of interviews. Had thought they'd gone great. Only for nothing to come of them. Or worse, to be told they'd gone with someone else. Someone with more experience. More qualifications.

There was no one he could turn to. Not really. Sure, he could tell Taehyung. That was the rational, sane thing to do.

This? This thing he was thinking about? Wasn't rational. Or sane. It was crazy. Absolute and complete madness.

Because nothing was free in this world. Everything had a price. And sure, maybe this would get him over this particular bump in the road. Maybe he would only end up losing a little, unimportant piece of himself. But was he really willing to take that risk?

He just didn't know.

...

It was constantly on his mind. As he helped dismantle the very last shelf and realized he could well and truly kiss his last paycheck good bye. They had given him enough for his rent, and he supposed that was really the most he could ask for.

So two months. That was what he had to work with. Sixty days. More miraculous things had happened. In fairy tales and the dramas he liked to secretly in his free time anyway. Not to people like him. Ordinary. Unimportant.

He got further this time. Actually managed to scroll down enough to see what was being offered. Clicked on the large button for more information and instantly regretted it. Saw the sparkling promises of all of his expensive dreams coming true and backed out before he had to see anymore.

Good thing he didn't have anyone, because they would probably be terribly proud of him right now.

...

There had been a place for him to leave his contact information. He had barely managed to spot it before he panicked and closed out of the window. Had spent the entire night thinking about it. Contemplating. Considering. Before finally deciding that talking to someone about it was harmless. What was the worst that was going to happen?

So he sent it. His name and his phone number and every single time anything sounded even remotely like it ringing, he nearly jumped out of his own skin.

Until finally it actually was and he realized he was shaking as he reached for it. Didn't recognize the number and nearly let it go to voicemail before deciding against it.

"Hello?" He sounded terribly. A stuttering, whimpering mess, and silently he wondered if they could deny him just for that.

"Hi! May I speak to Kim Seokjin please?" The voice on the other end was the fake sort of cheery he always expected from these sorts of things. Totally transparent to the point of being comical.

"This is him."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kim. My name is Yoongi and I'm with Daddy Candy.com. You requested a phone consultation?" He wondered, briefly, just how Yoongi had come to receive this job. And if perhaps something similar was currently available.

"Oh, yes. Sorry, I'm a little nervous. I've never done this before." Were there professionals at this sort of thing? He didn't know.

"It's alright. I'm here to guide you through it. Would you like me to tell you a little bit more before we begin?"

"Sure." If nothing else, it would give him time to change his mind. "That'd be great."

"Wonderful. Here at Daddy Candy, our absolute first priority is the comfort of our clients, both baby and daddy. We work hard to ensure that the arrangements we put in to place are the very best fit for both parties. We have a two step evaluation process to determine what each is looking for, and then make matches based on that criteria."

He listened carefully, forgetting half way through that he actually needed to breathe. He wasn't exactly expecting it to be that involved.

"I know this is your first time, so do you have any questions for me?"

"Well I -" Was it wrong to start off with that? With how much he could make from all this? "I'm just kind of curious. What would I have to do?"

"Only what you are willing to. Some of our babies chose to enter into sexual arrangements, while other's are only there to provide company." Company. He could do that. Could give that.

"Could I change my mind? I mean, I might be willing to do certain things with one person but not another."

"Of course. Consent is very important to us, and we always go on a case by case basis." It sounded -

Good. Like something he could actually do. Still terrifying, but less so now that he had those reassurances.

"Then I think I would like to know what the next steps are." He struggled to keep his voice even, to not let the way his heart was pounding within his chest affect it.

"Wonderful. I would like to set up an appointment for us to meet in person. If there a time this week where you would be free?" Anytime. Always. But that sounded so pathetic.

"Mornings work fine." That way he could at least appear to have some sort of a live that was entirely contained to that afternoons.

"Would Tuesday at ten work for you?" Yes. Yes of course it would. But he gave it a moment. Pretended to at least have to search his own mind to come up with the answer.

"Sure. That'll be fine."

"Perfect. I'll send you the address. When you arrive, please ask for Yoongi at the front desk. I look forward to working with you." He got the distinct feeling this whole thing had been just as exhausting for the other as it had been for him. Like it had taken all of the energy both of them possessed to simply finish the conversation.

Now all he had to do was hope it was somehow replenished by Tuesday.