Sugar Sweet || Jinimin

Jimin

Tw: Rape, blood and abortion. 

Sugar Sweet, that is what he was called. He was called it because most people described him as innocent looking and from his client he was sweet like sugar, he tasted like sugar and you would get addicted.

That is what he was called.

He was also famous for his curvy femenine body and his plump pink lips that people would call juicier than actual peaches, his pink hair was always fluffy and had big cheeks that made him look innocent, his eyes and shined. He was always dressed in a dress that hugged his body or a skirt that wouldn't even hide his pink pair of panties. His ass was described as big as a watermelon and was everyone's dream. Guys and even girls wanted to be him or touch him.

That is what he is described as, he was the richest stripper in the down and would always be seen in rich brands like Gucci and Chanel, he would get paid to get fucked almost everyday and everyone loved him.

But sometimes it isn't how life is.

The male laid on the bed with small whimpers leaving his plump lips, blood leaving the scars that was all over his body, bruises and hickeys covering his body. He only looked at the ceiling laying limpless on the white mattress that was now covered in cum, sweat and saliva.

A sigh escaped a man's lips as he looked at the male on the bed, his body displayed to the man. The black haired male looked at the silver haired male and cleaned the knife, red blood getting on the tissue that he cleaned the sharp knife with.

"You weren't as good as before."; said the male, putting the knife on a tree table, picking up a pink vibrator before he washed it, lube all over the pink dildo. "I am kinda disappointed, the guys only gave us one thousand instead of ten thousends. They said that you were lazier than last time."; said the male, wiping the dildo dry. He looked at the floor that had the younger's clothes all over the floor, teared apart into pieces.

The man's attention suddenly went on the door.

"I have to go, you know what happens if you try to leave."; said the man, but he was only laying on the bed, when the door finally closed he let the tears come and cuddled up, tears streaming down his face. His chest moved up and down and let his thoughts consume him.

He was tired and his body was aching, the same thing everyday, the same damn routine.

Sugar Sweet was his name, he had everything he wanted he wasn't happy. Should he feel ashamed? Should he feel guilty for not being happy? How did this happen?

A few minutes later he was in a big hoodie sitting on the bed, watching the familiar man clean up the messy room. He hugged his knees close to his chest and looked at the man clean.

Under the years of knowing him he has seen how much the man cared about cleaning, he was always so careful while cleaning their home.

"I will make food.", said the man, walking to the kitchen. He looked at the door and hugged his legs tighter. He bit his lips and walked to the window, his eyes falling on the shining sun. He hummed a song to himself while doing circles on the window, a smile on his face as he looked at the big garden he had. He always loved flowers, especially roses. He remembers his mom would plant them in their garden when he was younger, she would always make rose syrup and always use it in their baking. He always loved the bread his mom would do with the rose syrup. He really missed the taste of the soft warm bun exploding in his mouth.

His mom would always sing when cooking, she often had the radio on while cooking and sang with the songs. He honestly misses those times. He misses her smile, her kind eyes, her soft hands and her soft voice.

"Dinner is ready.", said the male from the kitchen. He looked at the door and walked to the kitchen to see the brown haired male putting getting the table ready, a little red rose was on the table in a vase. The silver haired male sat himself on the chair and looked at his plate. Today was the usual, some broccoli, potatoes and salmon. He grabbed his fork and slowly started to eat.