what money can buy | jjk

04

The large pizza Jeongguk ordered for the two of you to share sits abandoned in the box. You've only eaten a few slices each, and he will put the rest in the fridge. But not right now, because right now, he's preoccupied.

Preoccupied with kissing you.

You're lying on the couch, your hair spread out around your head and making you look like an angel underneath him. He's on all fours above you, his knees between your legs, and his neck tightly grasped by your arms.

It went quickly, one moment he scooted closer to you during the movie and put his arm around you, then he kissed you, and now you're under him.

He wants nothing more than to show you how good he can be, he'll be so good for you that you won't ever regret picking him.

Kissing you is something he honestly thinks he could do forever. You complete each other. You're kissing him back, tasting him in the same eager way he's tasting you, and he's convinced you must be able to hear his heart beating like a drum.

You're addicting. Everything Jeongguk feels and senses is you. Notoriously sensitive to smells, he realizes that he wouldn't mind his sheets smelling like you. Being so close, his senses are clouded with the sweet scent of vanilla, and he can't get enough. You're stirring something inside him, in more places than one.

You move one of your hands to his dark hair, gently tugging where it's longer and a little wavy, and scratching your nails lightly over his undercut. It's hard to decide if his skin is scorching hot and your touch is the ice cube that soothes his burns or if it's the other way around. Either way, he wants your hands all over him, and he hopes you feel the same.

"No stains on the couch," he mumbles jokingly against your lips as he easily picks you up. He grins when you squeal at the action, and then he goes for your neck, kissing and sucking while maneuvering through the apartment.

You're not very loud, so the moan that you let out is like music to Jeongguk's ears, and he wants nothing more than to make you do it again. For him. He's already hard in his pants, and he wants to take his time with you, to make it count. But he's also so impatient, he can't wait.

Still so incredibly soft with him, you're all gentle kisses and touches, and it makes him desperate to be gentle with you too. He doesn't think he can get more turned on, but when the next thing that comes out of your mouth is a moan, eerily similar to his name, he just can't help it.

You're placed on your back on his bed, he follows by climbing on top, and when you look up at him, it's like the air is forced from his lungs. He's forgotten everything about the arrangement, that technically, you're paying him to be with you, and all that Jimin warned him about.

The shirt he's wearing, the dark plaid one he wore on your first date, is the first clothing article to go, your small hands aiding in unbuttoning it.

"You're so beautiful," he hears you say when his shirt is dropped to the floor next to the bed. It makes him snort.

"Me?"

All movement pauses, except for your hand that connects with his stomach. It's the sweetest of gestures, how you trace it along his chest and neck until you can caress his cheek. He's unable to break the eye contact, and you smile when you push his hair to the side, holding it there for a moment. Your eyes flicker over his entire face that's exposed to you, but it feels far from uncomfortable, how you're inspecting him. There's a warmth with which you're seeing him, and if anything, it makes him confident. You're seeing him, the person he really is, and it's comforting and exhilarating at the same time.

"I think so. And you're always so good to me. Kind and funny. You never complain."

He's not sure what he could ever complain about, but he doesn't get more time to think about it before you're pulling him closer.

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Right before falling asleep, Jeongguk mumbles something to you. It's part of a light conversation, and he doesn't put much weight in the words. In fact, he won't even remember saying some of them, that's how insignificant they are. He's naked, a little sweaty, and his breathing has yet to return to normal when he murmurs, "you're paying so much, I at least want to be a little helpful," to the back of your head. Then Jeongguk falls asleep with you in his arms, and he feels better than he has in a long time.

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When you wake up, you find it hard to breathe. Light is trickling in from the blinds that cover Jeongguk's window, and the atmosphere is... calm. It's like you should feel peaceful. Another body, a stronger and larger one, is pressed against your back, and you feel the steady rhythm of its breaths. But it's becoming gradually harder to keep yourself collected. The veiny arm that's thrown over your middle is heavy, but you manage to lift it off of you and place it on the mattress without waking its owner.

Now able to look back at the sleeping man, it's almost too much for you. You nearly let out a sob at the sight of Jeongguk, sleeping soundly. He looks like he doesn't have a single care in the world, his hair is messy and so, so fluffy, and his lips are parted just a bit. That peaceful expression won't remain for long, you're sure of it. As soon as he wakes up, he's going to realize what truly happened the night before, and the guilt you feel is absolutely overwhelming.

You paid him to have sex with you. He needs the money, and you took advantage of that. What a terrible fucking human you are. Jeongguk thought sex was what you wanted from him, and he felt guilty for not letting you fuck him when you paid him so much already. And instead of holding back, instead of stopping and correcting him, you did it. There's no one worse than you.

Your bottom lip trembles and your eyes tear up. You've been suppressing the tears, but now you can't hold them anymore. You can't stay here.

As silently as you can, you get dressed and gather whatever things you had brought with you. Your phone is at twenty-three percent, but it'll be enough to call a cab and get you home. It's six am, and you don't know when Jeongguk gets up, but you assume he has classes today.

The door to his bedroom closes quietly behind you, but when you turn around, you're surprised to be met by Yoongi's eyes. It looks like he came from the kitchen but stopped the moment he noticed you.

He's quiet for a second, worriedly taking in the sight of you and the tears running down your cheeks. He surely also sees the hickeys you know are visible on your neck.

"Are you okay? He didn't... do anything to you... right?" Judging by the hesitance in his voice, you can tell that it takes effort to even ask that question. It's like Yoongi doesn't think Jeongguk could ever hurt anyone, and you feel the exact same way.

You shake your head and sniffle, "no, he's always been sweet. I'm the one who fucked things up."

"Did you talk to him? Because it looks like you're sneaking out to avoid him."

"I am avoiding him. Please don't tell him that you saw me."

"I won't, but just so you know, Jeongguk is very forgiving if you just talk to him."

"Thank you," you say, not for the advice you didn't ask for, but for Yoongi's promise of keeping quiet.

You're not sure how you're going to fix this, if it's even mendable at all. You feel like shit, absolute garbage. It's not because you were so horny you couldn't control yourself, absolutely not. A habit of regular one-night stands has that need already fulfilled, at least basically. It was because it was him. Jeongguk. Which also made it exponentially worse. The one person you promised yourself to treat with the utmost respect since he agreed to see you in exchange for money.

Sitting down in the backseat of the cab, your tears are dried until you'll be in the privacy of your own home. Your phone is now at eighteen percent, and you use the last of the battery to send Jeongguk a text.