The Done Deal

Chapter 5

He felt himself drift off to sleep, feeling warm, good, and satisfied.

The panic could wait until morning.

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When Jimin woke up, he was alone. Judging by the sunlight coming through the window, it was about eight in the morning.

Yawning, he sat up and stretched, trying to gather his thoughts. Last night's events seemed bizarre and surreal. If his muscles didn't ache and his ass didn't hurt a little, he would have thought it was just a dream.

But it wasn't a dream.

He'd had real sex with Min. He'd had Min's cock in him. He waited for the panic, but surprisingly his mind was at ease, and his heart stated.

Licking his lips, Jimin climbed out of the bed, wincing a little as the movement sent a fresh wave of dull pain through his ass, and walked to the mirror.

He was covered in bruises.

Jimin stared at the finger-shaped bruises on his hips and thighs and tried to decide whether he was freaking out or not. He was, a bit, but not because of the whole gay thing. Sure, he had never expected to have sex with a man, but gay sex in itself didn't bother him that much—at least not to the point of panicking and being hysterical. His parents were gone, and his best friend was bi, so there was no one to judge him—no one he cared about.

What did bother Jimin was the fact that he'd had sex with Min and it felt amazing.

It wasn't in the deal. Sure, Min had been pretty bossy and determined to fuck him, but Jimin could have easily refused. Could have easily stopped him. But he hadn't. And that, that freaked him out.

Not to mention the intensity of sex had been almost scary. Scary good. Biting his lip, Jimin ran a finger over the bruise on his hip. His skin tingled.

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Jimin jumped a little. Min stepped out of the bathroom, buttoning up his shirt. He came to a halt at the sight of Jimin, and Jimin had to suppress the urge to cover himself with his hands. He forced his body to relax, telling himself not to be ridiculous. He had nothing Min hadn't seen already last night.

Something like concern flashed across Min's face before it closed off, his features becoming hard and distant. "How much do you want?"

"What?"

"How much do you want for last night?"

Jimin sucked in a sharp breath. "How much do I want?" he repeated. Disgusted. He felt disgusting.

Min walked to the desk and picked up his cell phone. "Yes. Name your price."

Jimin stared at his wide back. "Price."

"Yes, price," Min said, an edge of irritation creeping into his voice. "What's so hard to understand?"

His stomach clenching, Jimin picked up his discarded boxers and slipped them on, ignoring the discomfort in his ass. He wanted a shower—he felt dirty—but he didn't want to remain naked and vulnerable.

"Five thousand," he said. That had to make Min angry, right?

A pause.

"Fine."

Apparently it did not.

Jimin would have laughed, except the knot in his stomach rose, becoming a tight lump in his throat and making him vaguely sick. Without a word, he made his way to the bathroom and shut the door very quietly. Leaning back against it, Jimin closed his eyes.