Sinners Welcome (Pimp Bangtan Collection)

Indulgence

"What are you doing here?"
I whipped my head around towards the voice, a sigh of relief leaving me recognizing one of the girls I used to work closely with back before I found myself wrapped up in the mess I currently resided in. I managed a half smile, looking over the woman who taught me all the tricks of the trade herself.
"Baby. Fancy seeing you here."
"Bullshit. I know you came here not only because you're familiar with the corner, but because you know he won't find you all the way out here."
I sighed, looking down the dark street. The only lights on this corner were the neon signs from the handful of bars in this district. Not the busiest for making money, but there was enough traffic to make some decent cash. And she was right, Baby and I ran these streets when I first started. I was familiar with the area and the clientele. Even though I was technically not supposed to be here.
"I need the cash." I mumbled.
Baby leaned against the brick wall next to me, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
"He not pulling through or are you not putting out?"
"You know I hate hand-outs."
She placed the stick between her lips, lighting it quickly and taking a long drag before casting her gaze along the streets like I had.
"Then fuck him."
"That's a sure-fire way to get me in trouble. Never sleep with your pimp. You taught me that."
"I did, but if he's not setting you up with clients and that's the only way to make some cash." She frowned, meeting my eyes again. "You gotta do what you gotta do girl."
I huffed in frustration. It was true I snuck out here tonight hoping to make some money. My rent was due in about a week, and I was shy several hundred. Hell of a night for it to be so slow, especially with the risk I was taking being so out in the open in the first place.
"He did give me a list of clients."
"What with his name on it?" Baby scoffed, bringing the cigarette back to her lips.
"Seven names." I corrected her, remembering the encounter I had with him a few days ago in his office back at Cypher.
Baby froze with the stick halfway to her mouth, eyes wide and staring at me.
"You mean he assigned you to Bangtan?"
I nodded, watching a car slowly roll up to one of the girls a little further down the street.
"Y/N, you really shouldn't be out here. If he catches you, or worse, finds you with a john..."
"He won't." I promised her. "I'm off tonight. As far as he knows I'm at home enjoying my evening to myself."
Baby eyed me dubiously, a slow shake of her head telling me she didn't believe me as she took another drag off her cigarette.
"I love you girl, but I can't protect you from what you got yourself into."
"I know." I whispered, looking down at my feet.
A few months ago, I made what I could have considered the worst decision of my life, unless you're counting the ones I made that led me to working street corners to begin with. Baby hadn't been on the corner with me that night, if she had, I probably wouldn't have fucked up like I did. In my defense though, I had never met the man behind the operation. Baby and I always paid one of the captains who ran our corner. Hardly ever did any of us see the real bosses. Heard of them, yes, but actually seen? Not way the hell out here. Not until that night.
You can imagine how it went. Man pulls up in a flashy car, I assumed he was looking to spend a little money on company that night and I went with him. Little did I know I was fucking one of the same men I gave half my cash to at the end of the day, nor did I realize the consequences that were to follow that encounter.
The next day I was dragged from my street, shoved into the back of some SUV, and transported to Cypher. The club I only ever heard rumors about and a place I would only ever dream of being invited to. Yeah. I fucked up. That realization hitting me hardest when I found myself in front of Min fucking Yoongi.
The very man whose dick I sucked in his spiffy Palisade before letting him rail me in the backseat the night before. Willing away the memory, I straightened and stepped a little closer to the roadway, hoping it would let any potential clients know I was available. Long story short is that I found my ass between a rock and a hard place after Yoongi gave me an ultimatum. I quit working my corner and take him as my only client, or I wasn't to be on the streets at all.
Baby had said it best though. Fucking your pimp made things complicated. Got you in trouble with shit I couldn't afford to be mixed up in and Min Yoongi was trouble. He was a good pimp, ran a successful business, but he was bad news. Him and the company he kept. For someone who was desperately trying to get back on her feet, that was the last thing I needed. I didn't plan on being stuck in this life forever.
Fuck, I even tried getting out after rejecting Yoongi's offer. The only problem is that I couldn't get by on the half-baked pay I received from minimum wage jobs. I needed the extra income. Which is why I found myself here, working under his nose. A couple of nights ago is when the letter showed up at my door. My client list signed by the pimp himself with only seven printed names on it. Ones I recognized from all the lectures I received from Baby about staying out of trouble and who to avoid.
Like I said, Yoongi was trouble and so were his associates who also just so happened to be included on my client list. Damning my luck, I plastered a smile on my face just as a sleek red coupe sidled up to the sidewalk in front of Baby and me. She waved me to it, giving me the green light, probably just so there was an excuse to get me off this corner.
My smile quickly faded though as the passenger window rolled down and I caught a glimpse of the driver. I cursed under my breath at the sight of that smile bordered by dimples. Namjoon was dressed to the nines as usual. Expensive maroon suit and thick gold watch adorning his right wrist as he gripped the gearshift.
"Look who it is." He chuckled, leaning over the center console to peek at me through the window.
"What are you doing here?"
"Why? Aren't you glad to see me? We both know I can pay triple of any lowlife you'll pull way out here."
"I'm not interested." I deadpanned, turning to walk off.
Namjoon followed; the slow crawl of his car nearly silent as his next words stopped me cold.
"Does Yoongi know you're here?"
I turned my head back towards him, tongue in my cheek as I debated how much I could get away with. Namjoon wasn't dumb by any means, but that didn't mean I couldn't try to bluff my way out of here.
"Who do you think assigned me to this corner?"
Namjoon grinned, a low hum leaving him as his eyes trailed down my figure. The fire behind them flared, almost like there was some kind of joke I wasn't catching.
"Should I call and verify then?" He asked, one eyebrow lifting teasingly.
I rolled my eyes, my arms crossing over my chest as I watched one of the other girls hop in a car behind Namjoon's.
"What do you want?"
"Get in."
Cutting my losses, I huffed, angrily wrenching the handle of his car door. I made sure he knew how annoyed I was, slamming the door behind me and refusing to meet his gaze even as I settled in his passenger seat. Namjoon wasn't one to be deterred by bitch fits though, one large hand reaching out to grasp my chin and force my eyes to his.
"You shouldn't lie baby. I don't take too kindly to liars." His tone was laced with amusement, thumb brushing over my bottom lip before releasing me to throw his car in drive.
"Why did you even bother coming to find me?"
I was grumbling, but I didn't care. The one time I finally got a day off and one of the seven hunts me down.
"I just so happened to notice a new name on our list of girls, figured I'd ask her to keep me company tonight."
I turned my head to glare at him.
"I'm not having sex with you."
"No one said anything about sex. Although I wouldn't have been opposed if you had."
Rolling my eyes, a heavy sigh left my lips.
"Namjoon, I know there's plenty of other girls on that list. Ones who would be more than happy to sleep with you. Probably wouldn't have to pay them either."
He chuckled, bringing the car to a smooth stop at a red light.
"You're probably right, but I didn't come to find any of them, did I?"
"Why didn't you? I turned down Yoongi, surely you all knew about that."
"Oh, everyone knows about that." Namjoon laughed. "We all had a good laugh over it. In a way that refusal put you on the map baby."
Of course it did. Someone would have to be out of their fucking mind to straight up reject Yoongi like I had. At the time, I was sure I was looking out for my best interests. All it got me though was a struggle to make ends meet and the man breathing down my fucking neck in an attempt to entice me to take his offer. I watched the streetlights pass by one after the other for a bit. Wondering at what point I fucked up so badly in my life that it landed me in this passenger seat. Maybe it wasn't just one choice, but a culmination of decisions that played out perfectly enough for me to find my way to a life of dishing out sex for money and then right into Yoongi's lap. I guess it didn't matter much anymore, I was here, lost on where to go now that I had been backed into a corner. Tuning back into the drive, I started recognizing our surroundings, the lively nightlife on a stretch of road all partiers hit at some point during their night. I stiffened in my seat, whipping my head towards Namjoon.
"Are you taking us to the club?"
He merely nodded, turning his wheel to park along the street right in front of the back entrance to Cypher, valet already rushing to meet him.
"Namjoon, I don't want to be here."
"Sorry baby, I've got a few things I need to work out with him. It'll only be ten minutes."
Namjoon opened his door, rising from his seat in one smooth motion to pass his keys off to the waiting valet. I let loose an exasperated breath, cursing him for not finishing whatever fucking business he had before coming to find me. I yanked on the handle of his car door, throwing it open and nearly smacking some poor girl standing a little too close. She stumbled back in surprise, almost falling over her heels. Feeling bad, I apologized as she scurried off. I slammed the door shut a little harder than necessary, the spiteful bitch in me hoping it fell off its hinges with it at some point as I glared at the set of stairs in front of us. I fucking hated this place.
Prior to getting wrapped up with Bangtan, I had never been inside. In the span of only a couple of months, I had seen more of it than I would have ever cared to over a lifetime. I hadn't even seen the main floor, Yoongi was always too fucking paranoid to let me wander among the masses, so I spent all my time restricted to the VIP lounge or his personal office. Namjoon's arm came around my shoulder, thumb wiping away the crease between my eyebrows.
"Ten minutes baby. Then we can go enjoy the rest of our night, just the two of us."
I shrugged off his arm, heels clicking against the pavement as I approached the stairs. I wanted to be in and out of here as quickly as possible. So, the sooner Namjoon did what he needed to, the faster I could run out of this place. Namjoon remained close to me, his large frame protecting my back as we descended the steps.
The bouncer at the doors recognized him immediately, bidding Namjoon a good evening and letting us through the heavy metal door. The thumping of the bass upstairs was always so loud, the floor under my shoes vibrating with it. I avoided eye contact with the right side of the hallway, having been led that way towards Yoongi's office more often than I liked. To my surprise, Namjoon didn't head that way, his hand settling low on my back to urge me up the stairs to our left, the VIP lounge.
The music got louder the closer we came to the lounge entrance. Another bouncer was stationed at the top, giving Namjoon a nod before opening the door to let us in. The layout was a familiar one, although the lights and decor changed since the last time I'd been here. The white couches having been replaced with purple velvet to match the low pink lighting. Bottles of champagne and whiskey sat on every tabletop.
Once upon a time, I might have been in awe of how glamorous it all was. The sparkling lights, plush furniture, the feeling of entitlement I had looking down on the main floor from above. All designed to get you high on luxury while the alcohol suckered you in further, lowering your inhibitions and increasing your susceptibility for the man himself to do whatever he wanted with you.
Almost like he was the magnet my eyes were drawn to, I found him easily on the other side of the lounge. His thick black hair brushing the tops of his shoulders and hanging in his eyes. He lifted the cigarette in his right hand to his lips, those thick rings always worn on his index and ring finger flashing obnoxiously in the LED lights above him. Yoongi. I knew the games he played too well almost having fallen for them myself. And yet, I still found myself trapped in the gilded cage he crafted around me. The only thing keeping the door from closing me in completely being my insistence of staying away from him.
Not that I was doing a good job at that. He was everywhere. The shadow at my back ever since that night I mistook him for a regular john. I really fucked myself over letting him fuck me in the back of his Palisade. I was a little shocked to not see any of his girls on this level. Usually, he kept one or two up here for his guests, but the empty booths everywhere except where he and a few of the other seven sat was my answer. There was no one else here to entertain. While the second level lounge was empty, that wasn't the case for the main floor. The club was packed, as usual. Men and women body to body down below, dancing and watching the girls on their pedestals, bar crawling with customers shouting their drink orders to be heard over the music.
A familiar, but unwelcome sight. I cut my perusal short, looking at Namjoon over my shoulder.
"Just hurry." I muttered, not saying anything else as he guided me towards the single occupied booth.
I took the chance to notice who all he was keeping company with tonight. Seokjin sat closest to him. Glass of something dark in his hand as it dangled over the arm of the couch. His face was tilted up towards the lights, the pink hues dancing over his handsome features seductively. I would have thought him asleep if it weren't for the tap of one finger against the rim of his glass in time with the bass booming out of the speakers below.
Across the table, Hoseok sat on his phone. No drink, not even a glance at anyone around him as he scrolled, leg crossed over the other and his hand holding his head up on a closed fist. Jimin was the only one standing, his back to Namjoon and me, looking over the crowd below like a predator would when hunting for prey. The analogy suited Jimin well, the man was hardly ever alone, someone almost always on his arm, man or woman, it didn't matter as long as he could string them along. And damn was he good at it. Jimin was one of the few I felt I couldn't afford to let my guard down around, so I took great pains to be sure I was never alone with him. Out of the seven, he was one of the more unpredictable ones, the other being Hoseok.
Hoseok was an enigma. Normally loud and boisterous, but nothing ever escaped his notice. He was observant, calculating those around him even when you didn't think he was paying you much attention. For as nice as he seemed, there was always a bit of darkness lurking underneath. Only a sliver of it peeking through when dealing with clients that either didn't pay up or put their hands on his girls.
He was the first one I knew of in the seven. Baby always worked his corners, saying she admired him for protecting his girls and, as a pimp, he was a relatively good guy though we both knew the shady shit he dealt with on Yoongi's behalf. And since Baby stayed, so did I. Yoongi noted our arrival first, hand lifting to push his hair back from his face as he leaned forward. I stopped just outside their little circle booth, ignoring Namjoon as he made himself comfortable next to Hoseok. He reached for the decanter in the middle of the table, pouring himself a drink. I chose to occupy myself with looking around the immediate area, the little thrill of excitement down my spine the only indication that told me Yoongi was looking at me.
"Like the new makeover?" Yoongi asked me, taking another puff off his cigarette.
I looked back at him. The question caught Seokjin's attention, his head lifting off the back of the couch to look at me too.
"Purple doesn't seem like your color." I answered, willing myself not to shiver as his dark eyes roamed my form.
"No, but it is yours. Can't fucking look at the damn color anymore without getting hard." He chuckled, taking a long drag.
I set my lips into a hard frown, looking away from him again. The first and only night we'd had together I had been wearing a purple miniskirt, one that uncannily matched the shade of the very couch he sat on. The thought of me being the reason for the revamp of his club was unsettling. The nonchalance in which he admitted it was another reminder of just how serious he was about bringing me into him again. I had made the mistake once; I couldn't let myself make it again.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice and I'm nothing better than another shameless harlot under Min Yoongi's spell and cock. Seokjin's lips curled in amusement, sliding a little deeper into his seat on the couch as he pat his thigh.
"Come take a seat darling, you look exhausted."
"Working corners will do that to you." Jimin laughed.
I whipped my head towards him, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he knocked back the rest of his drink. He had turned from the view downstairs, leaning lazily against the banister behind him as he ogled me openly. I looked back at Namjoon accusingly, assuming he had told them where I was earlier tonight. He held up both palms, shaking his head as if to tell me it wasn't him that ratted me out. Slowly, my eyes met the man on the other side of him. Hoseok's twisted amusement shining through as he watched me put the pieces together. It was his corner I was on after all.
"Bold of you to disregard my instructions and go right back to working some corner like a street hooker." Yoongi insulted me, tapping the end of his cigarette into the ash tray in front of him.
"I hate to break it to you, but I am a street hooker." I scoffed, remembering why I hated being in his presence for more than a handful of minutes at a time.
He shot me a glare, looking unimpressed by my attitude.
"Not anymore. You have your client list. If the man you're fucking isn't one of those seven names, you're off-limits."
"You don't get to decide that." I growled, disgusted with how he was trying to tell me who I could and couldn't sleep with.
He stood, the pink lights dancing across his pale skin giving him an otherworldly glow. The collar of his shirt was loose, exposing a portion of his collarbone making his overall appeal even more tantalizing as he approached me. Fear licked down my spine, but I was more afraid of what would happen if I tried to run away from him. Turning my back to him seemed like an even worse decision than facing him head-on. I squeaked in surprise as his hand wrapped around the column of my neck, applying just enough pressure to move me over to the couch.
The backs of my knees hit Seokjin's, my body falling straight into his lap. Yoongi's eyes were alive with his ire, his fingers tightening ever so slightly leaving me ashamed of the way my core tightened in response to it. Seokjin curled his hands over my thighs, settling me over his lap comfortably except for the hardness pressing against the curve of my ass. My breath picked up in response, my mind fighting for control over my body as I attempted to keep still and not grind against the cock under me.
"Don't be stupid Y/N and get someone killed just because you want to be a brat and go against me. I'm not above murdering some innocent man just because he chose the wrong pussy to get his dick wet with. The only dicks you'll be fucking and sucking are Bangtan's, got it?"
I refused to answer, my stubbornness keeping my lips sealed and eyes steady on Yoongi. Baby would berate me for antagonizing him, but I refused to bow to his bidding. Doing so would essentially be digging my own grave as far as I was concerned.
"As entertaining as this is, I have plans with our beautiful brat this evening." Namjoon interrupted. "I'd like to get back to them as quickly as possible."
Yoongi's eyes never left mine, still every bit as menacing though his lips curled up.
"Oh? So, you're willing to hop on cock after all, just not mine, right?"
"Fuck you." I spat.
He hummed, letting me go. My freedom was short-lived however as Seokjin cupped my chin, tilting my head back into his shoulder. His lips brushed over my ear, his breath coming out a little sharper as he whispered to me.
"Your mouth is gonna get you into trouble darling. Maybe it needs something more to do than just spout bullshit."
I opened my mouth, ready to tell him off, he expected it though, sliding two of his fingers between my lips to press against my tongue. He rolled his hips into me, his erection pressing into my ass harder. I sucked in a breath, my lips closing around his fingers along with my teeth. Seokjin groaned, husky voice sliding into my ear.
"Bite me baby. I promise you I'll like it."
As big a game I talked, I always found my will a few dirty words short of crumbling around them. I had never slept with any of them apart from Yoongi, but I didn't really have to know how utterly ruined it would leave me. People in this industry talked, the girls especially. Usually, to warn each other of men who would be better to avoid, but every once in a while the wild sexcapades took hold of the conversation. Women claiming how it was the best sex of their life with some john they managed to snag. The seven have come up more than once.
It wasn't often girls were "lucky" enough to get a night with one of them from my corner, but that didn't mean it didn't happen or rumors never spread that far. My one night with Yoongi was enough for me to believe it wasn't all bullshit. Rich, powerful, good-looking, and a good lay? That was every woman's dream in my position. If only they weren't so fucking corrupt and my bosses, maybe I would have indulged in the offer.
Moments like these reminded me what I was missing though. Yoongi left a hole in my sex life after that night together. One I hadn't managed to top with any man since. Not that I'd had ample opportunity. My corner was practically wrenched from me once Yoongi found out who I was and sent that client list my way. The old clientele as well as any income I could have had vanished the second I got into that car with him.
"Fuck yeah." Seokjin groaned.
His low grunts brought me back to the moment. My hips now moving over his on their own. His hands urged me faster, one coming down on the outside of my thigh hard, ripping a wanton mewl from me. I was keenly aware of the other's attention on us, bits and pieces of Namjoon and Yoongi's attempt at conversation breaking through my haze though I didn't care what they were talking about.
I continued to grind into Seokjin's lap, frustrated at this point with how little stimulation I was getting. He let out a choked moan, taking his fingers out of my mouth to grip my hips hard, stopping my movements. He lifted me off his lap, landing a sharp slap against my ass.
"On your knees baby, I'm not about to cum in my pants."
I dropped to the floor, the hard floor beneath me no doubt would start to make my knees hurt after a while, but I didn't think that would be a problem with how on edge Seokjin already was. He unbuttoned his pants, unzipping his fly to shove both them and his underwear down together. His cock sprang out of its confines, laying over his clothed abdomen, hard and leaking deliciously.
"Seokjin." I called him softly, the sultry undertone I typically used with clients lilting my words. "Namjoon picked me up before I could make any money tonight."
I wrapped my hand around his length, thumbing the weeping tip to smear his precum over the head of cock while looking up at him. Seokjin chuckled, pressing his finger against the slight pout of my lips.
"Poor girl. Is that why you found yourself on Hobi's corner?"
"I didn't have a choice. I have rent to pay."
I leaned forward, running my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, reveling in the low groan he let out as I wrapped my lips around his tip, suckling on him teasingly.
"I'll pay you darling. As long as you don't tease me and suck my cock like you were made to."
I hid my smile by sinking down on his dick. I took him about halfway, not even bothering to swallow any of my spit back knowing I'd need it if I was going to take him as well as I wanted to. Seokjin was thick, filling my mouth completely as I took him further. I was already struggling to keep from drooling around him, bits of saliva dribbling out of the corners of my mouth and clinging to his cock. Fuck, this was going to be a messy one.
I gripped his thighs, rising on my knees to get a better angle, letting him slide down my throat. Seokjin let out a moan, his hand finding my hair to tangle in it, hips jerking forward helplessly.
My slurping was lewd, probably would have even been the loudest sound in the room if it weren't for the blaring music. I was right about giving Seokjin head being a messy affair. Spit ran down my chin and coated his cock, trails of it running down to gather at his base. I had completely forgotten about the others seated around us until a curse from one of them reminded me of their presence. I pulled back, giving myself some time to catch my breath and my mouth a break, fingers wrapping around him again and pumping at the same pace I had been blowing him. Seokjin watched me, eyes incredibly dark with the lust shrouding them, and he wasn't the only one.
Jimin had moved closer. Tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he watched me with his hyung. One hand palmed the erection he sported through his slacks, and a sense of smugness came over me that I was responsible for it. As if he knew what I was thinking, he smirked, crouching down next to me.
"I don't think he'll last much longer baby. You better finish him off if you want to pay that rent."
I glared at him, intentionally ignoring his blatant jab as I went back to Seokjin. I took him back in my mouth, sucking him the best I could while maintaining pace. Seokjin found my hair again, urging me to take a little more as his hips lifted off the couch ever so slightly.
"Damn darling." He breathed out. "I'd let you fucking drain my bank account with as good as you give head."
"That pussy's even better." Yoongi laughed. "Worth every god damn dime she charges for it."
Seokjin's cock twitched, handsome features contorting in pleasure as his head hit the back of the couch.
"Fuck, ah~ I'm gonna cum."
"Atta girl." Jimin murmured into my ear. "Make him cum. Let him fill that filthy little mouth."
As much as my center wept with those words, I couldn't let that happen. I didn't let my clients finish in me. Whether that was in my mouth or my cunt. It was a line I didn't cross. Not even Yoongi had made me break that rule. I shook my head, going to pull back until Jimin's hand gripped the back of my neck, pushing me onto Seokjin's cock once more.
"No? Ah, that's right. Yoongi told us about your rule. Too bad that changes with us baby." Jimin mocked.
I grabbed at Jimin's hand, trying to get him to let go as Seokjin's thighs started shaking. I was beginning to panic, my breathing coming out harsher, making oxygen harder to suck in with my mouth stuffed with dick. At the last second, someone tore Jimin's hand away, my head coming up, sucking in lungfuls of air just as Seokjin came, spurts of his release covering my face. I coughed, ready to round on Jimin and give him a piece of my mind until the sight of who stopped him made me pause.
"You always take it too far Jimin." Hoseok sighed.
I moved back from Seokjin as he stood to tuck himself back in. Namjoon leaned forward, offering me a handkerchief to clean myself up with.
"I could use a shower." I mumbled, accepting the piece of cloth.
"We done here?" Namjoon directed a look towards Yoongi.
I caught his nod out of the corner of my eye as I wiped my face. Namjoon pushed himself off the couch, knocking back the rest of the drink he poured himself. I followed, ignoring the ache in my knees in favor of tossing Jimin another hateful glare.
"I'll send the money to your account." Seokjin spoke into his own unfinished glass.
"My account?"
Jimin swiped an envelope off the table between the couches, presenting it to me.
"All your funds will be made available through this account. You and the seven of us are the only individuals with access to it. Any transfers will be made through this account only. Establish your rates and I'll make sure everyone else is aware of them. On top of those, an extra allowance will be given to you monthly that will be used for any additional services we require of you as well as spending money to do with what you will. Just make sure you're available when we call."
I frowned, staring at the envelope without making any move to take it.
"I'm not agreeing to any of this. I never said I'd accept the client list."
"You can refuse." Yoongi shrugged, crossing his legs. "But you're not working streets anymore. All seven of us agreed on that point and even if you don't pick Hobi's corner next time, the rest of us know to watch our own."
Meaning I either took this job or tried to scrape by with the waitressing position I had. I had no doubt Yoongi would make good on his word of ensuring I didn't find clients elsewhere. Him and his pack of dogs were used to getting their way. I was the unfortunate one to land on their radar. Sex for money was the business that saved my ass from going hungry and homeless, but it was also responsible for my downfall. The fall that landed me right into Bangtan's clutches. Jimin waved the envelope in front of me, enticing me to make what I was sure he thought to be the easiest and most obvious decision. I ignored him, glancing over to Namjoon.
"Let's just go."
I brushed past Jimin, not caring to look at any of them as I made my way towards the exit. I only knew Namjoon was behind me because I could feel his presence at my back like when we entered. Even if he hadn't followed, I would have found my way back to my apartment. Walking the streets this late would have been preferable to staying here another minute. I hardly waited for security to open the door for us on the way out, more interested in getting out of this place as quickly as possible.
While it was loud in the club, outside wasn't much better, but instead of bass blowing out the speakers and R&B filling the air, the streets were polluted with the sounds of cars honking and people yelling. The city was alive even after the sun had set and once upon a time I found it exciting. I inhaled deeply, the stale air not nearly as refreshing as I wanted it to be, but at least it wasn't stifling like it is in the club. I paused at the edge of the sidewalk, watching the crowds of carefree partygoers across the street while waiting on Namjoon's car from valet.
Two crisp bills were thrust in front of me, blocking my field of vision. I blinked a couple of times, following the hand holding them and up the arm to Namjoon's handsome face.
"Your compensation."
"Why? It wasn't your dick I sucked."
He couldn't fight the smile curling his lips. One dimple surfacing as he shook his head.
"Let's just say I feel bad. Not that Jin wouldn't have paid you, but you didn't accept the account it would go to."
I sighed, taking the money. "Did you expect me to?"
"Not me." He tsked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I like to think I know better, but Yoongi... You realize he won't give up so easily, right?"
Namjoon's flashy red car slid to a smooth stop in front of us. The valet jumping out of the front seat to present the keys to their rightful owner. Suddenly, it was all so exhausting. The liveliness around us, work, my life, Yoongi. Everything. I helped myself to the passenger seat, letting myself slump into the cool leather.
"I know all too well." I mumbled, though no one was there to hear it but me.
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The chime above the diner door tinkled quietly when faced with the busy weekend crowd. Yet, just like me, the rest of the staff had at least one ear out for it as one of the girls I frequently worked with turned my way.
"Welco- Oh, Y/N." Viv's greeting turned to one of confusion as she laid eyes on me.
"Trix said you weren't com-"
"Where is she?" I interrupted her, not interested in hearing what she had to say in the face of my current situation.
"In the back." Viv answered, pointing through the double doors leading to the kitchen.
I passed her, heading to the back where Trix, the owner of the establishment, was no doubt slaving away in her own kitchen like she almost always did when it got busy like this. Viv wasn't the only one on staff, another young girl hopped from table to table on the other side of the diner. The area I would have been responsible for if I hadn't received that text early this morning. Swinging the door open, I found who I was looking for. Trix setting two plates on the order window and tapping her bell to signal one of the girls up front.
"Trix."
The middle-aged woman whipped her head towards me at the sound of her name. Her soft, motherly features giving me a once over before grabbing a towel to wipe her hands.
"Hey honey, if you're looking for your last check, I'd planned on sending it to you Monday."
"I'm not here for my last check, I'm here to ask why you fired me over text two hours before I was supposed to start my shift."
She set aside her towel, letting loose an audible exhale.
"Jeremy, take over for me. I'll only be a minute."
Trix gestured me further into the kitchen, towards the back where a small office was situated. I led, walking into the room where a desk takes up more than half of the space, not leaving me much other choice than to stand in front of it. Trix closed the door behind us, sealing off the clatter of the busy kitchen and loud conversations from the front of the diner.
"Did I do or say something?"
Trix crossed her arms, finally meeting my gaze head on since I got here.
"Why weren't you honest with me?"
"I'm sorry?"
"When I hired you and asked if you were working any other jobs."
"I was honest. I told you my other jobs I was working at the time."
"So, then you purposely neglected to tell me you were also a prostitute."
I snapped my mouth shut, my silence louder than if I had tried to deny the question she posed. Trix's eyes turned sad, looking at me with a mix of pity and disappointment.
"It wasn't that I was purposely keeping it from you. When you hired me, I wasn't working the streets. I didn't even have any intentions of doing so, but I was struggling. Even with what I made here picking up extra shifts, I couldn't afford my bills."
"You should have said something. I would have tried to help you-"
"You were already paying me the most you could without going bankrupt Trix."
She went quiet, knowing I was right. Trix had done everything she possibly could to get me some extra cash. Even going as far as paying me under the table a few times and giving me my check in advance. While I appreciated it, I wasn't ignorant to her own struggles. She fought tooth and nail to keep this place afloat, especially with the new developments in the area raising property taxes in an attempt to boot her.
"Come on Trix. I never pegged you as the type of person to fire someone because of their personal choices."
"It's not what you do honey." She caved, shaking her head. "I just can't run the risk of having you around. Not when I know Min Yoongi's got his eye on you."
"Min Yoongi? Was he the one who told you?"
She shifted uncomfortably, looking away as she nodded.
"He came by yesterday."
Anger ran through my veins like liquid fire and tears pricked the corners of my eyes with the volatile emotion. Trix's empathy only made me feel worse, her quiet apology enough to drive me out of the tiny office. The flood of life within the diner appeared distant even while walking through the crowded dining area. I picked up my pace, holding onto the fury that kept me from completely breaking down into tears in front of all these people. Fishing through my pockets, I found my phone, my finger hitting the call button harder than necessary. It rang a couple of times before he answered.
"Yeah?"
"Where is he?"
"Y/N?" Namjoon sounded surprised I was calling him. "Where's who?"
"Yoongi." I spat into the receiver.
"We're at the club. Is something wrong?"
I hung up, flagging a taxi that had just dropped off their ride, Cypher leaving my lips as the destination before I had even slammed the door shut behind me. Ignoring the incessant buzzing every time my screen lit up with a call from Namjoon, I reread the text from this morning from Trix. That bastard. I should have known he was involved after being fired like this out of nowhere.
My conversation with Namjoon that night at the club repeated in my head. Yoongi played dirty. He always has. I shouldn't have expected any less from him. Maybe I was naive believing that if I kept my nose out of his business and my ass off his corners, I wouldn't have to worry about him coming after me again. I scoffed, disappointment in myself mixing with the anger I already held.
Min Yoongi has been a poison in my life since I met him. One I haven't been able to expel no matter how hard I tried. The rumors Baby used to tell me weren't just rumors anymore. I had a front row seat to just how far Yoongi's obsessions ran. A game I was forced into and clearly wasn't allowed to quit until he said so. Unfortunately for him, I was done playing by his rules. It was time to roll the dice in my favor. Get back at him for the hand he was trying to lord over my life. And the easiest way to do that was to deny him what he wanted most.
I paid the driver, sliding out of the backseat to stare up at the dark, unlit neon sign hanging above the locked doors to Cypher. Figuring I had a pretty good idea where they were inside, I forewent the front doors, heading for an alley that connected this street to the next. This part of town was unnervingly quiet during the day. Ironic really considering how usually daytime made places feel safer. For this district, it was the opposite. Nighttime brought with it people, witnesses. Less chance of something sketchy going down right in front of you in a packed crowd of people just looking for a good time. But maybe that was just me having worked alongside the night lurkers for so long. I was more familiar with that part of life than I did those people who chose to live with the sun in the sky above them.
I descended the concrete stairs, no bouncer to be seen at this time of day as I slammed my fists against the metal door.
"Min Yoongi open this fucking door! Right now!"
I banged harder, the sides of my fists aching with the force behind every hit until the click of a lock made me stop. I yanked on the handle, swinging the heavy door open with every bit of strength I had. Namjoon was there, missing the suit I usually saw him wearing in favor of a baggy pair of khakis and t-shirt. His hair was shorter than the last time we were together, having cut it in the short span of time between now and last weekend.
"To what do we owe the pleasure?" He asked, hiking one eyebrow.
"In his office?" I inferred, pushing past him.
I didn't bother waiting for an answer, leaving Namjoon behind to close and lock the door himself as I navigated the dark hallway. Instead of left, I went right, heading straight for the door at the end of the hall where I spent more time than I care to admit when Yoongi first propositioned me with his ridiculous request. The door wasn't even closed all the way, probably didn't bother telling Namjoon to close it while anticipating my arrival. Not caring whether it was considered rude to enter someone's space without knocking, I shoved it the rest of the way open. Yoongi glanced up from his desk, giving me a quick once over before returning to whatever he was looking at on his computer.
"To what do I owe this visit?" He mirrored Namjoon's greeting, something about it grating my nerves further.
Or that very well could just be because it was him.
"What did you tell her?"
"Tell who?"
"My boss." I grit out between my teeth.
He slowly lifted his eyes from the screen, realization flashing in his gaze as he gave me his attention.
"Simply that your schedule with her would most likely change. It would be a bit difficult keeping regular working hours while catering to seven men, don't you think?"
"So, you told her to fire me?"
"Is that why you're so worked up? Y/N, I promise I never said anything about firing you. I don't mind your waitressing outside of your responsibilities to us as long as you know we're first priority. I only thought it would be beneficial for your employer to be just as aware of that fact."
"I don't fucking belong to you. You had no right-"
"You think I'm not aware of how much you make there?" He snapped; icy eyes boring into mine. "Neither of us are stupid enough to believe you'll make a living off that wage."
"My financial situation is none of your business."
"Really? Then do tell me how you plan to afford cost of living for yourself. Your bills are piling up faster than you can pay them off. How do you expect to get by?"
I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to tell him to go fuck himself when I spied the envelope on the edge of his desk. The same one Jimin offered me last week. The same one I was sure I wouldn't ever need. And yet, here I was, out of options. It was either swallow my pride and settle for a small fracture of my dignity or find myself jobless and homeless. The answer sat in front of my face, but I hated that it was my only choice. I was falling right where Yoongi wanted me, but I'd be damned if I made it easy for him. I approached his desk, making sure the stupidly expensive piece of furniture remained between us as I got closer.
"Fine. You want me to be a personal call girl, I'll be a fucking call girl." Every word of consent felt bitter on my tongue as I swiped the envelope off his desk.
It felt heavy in my hand, part of me wishing I could throw it back in his face, but I knew better than that. Silently, I hoped this choice didn't seal the door of my gilded cage shut behind me. I made eye contact, making sure he understood how vehemently I hated his guts in this moment.
"Just not yours."
His gaze narrowed as I turned my back to him. Sparing him the privilege of looking back I turned to Namjoon standing in the doorway. His eyes flickered between mine and the envelope in my hands. The overwhelming urge to rub it in Yoongi's face seized me. Upon exit, I grabbed the door handle, pulling it closed behind me, but not all the way, leaving a gap about the same size as when I entered.
Namjoon's hands were buried in his pockets, having made himself comfortable leaning against the wall beside the door as I walked out. That same eyebrow lifted; eyes curious as he observed me.
"You busy?"
He stared at me a moment before shaking his head.
"Not with anything that can't wait. Why?"
I held up the envelope for him to see before tossing it onto the floor beside him.
"As you can see, I accepted. I'm officially Bangtan's whore, and as I'm sure you overheard, I've got bills to pay."
Namjoon pushed himself off the wall, hands still in his pockets as he stood toe-to-toe with me.
"I thought I had an entire list of women I could call for sex and probably wouldn't have to pay them for it either?"
"You have someone else you'd rather fuck?"
"Over you baby? Never."
One of Namjoon's fingers hooked through the loops of my shorts, tugging me closer.
"You could demand every last penny from me, and I'd gladly let you have it if it meant you were mine."
"Then it's a good thing I'm not demanding every last penny."
"What are you demanding?"
His lips found my ear, placing a hint of a kiss there. I desperately tried to round up my quickly scattering thoughts, Namjoon's other hand snaking around my waist to trace the small strip of skin my shirt left exposed around my hips.
"I want it here." I told him, slipping my fingers under the waistband of his pants to pull his body flush to mine. "So Yoongi knows how good you fuck me and remembers the me he'll never have again."
His deep chuckle reverberated through me, sending shivers over my skin.
"A quick fuck here." He agreed, pulling back to whisper against my lips. "But then you'll come back to mine so I can fuck you how I want."
Even if I had a choice to refuse him, it wasn't like I had a job or some other responsibility that would keep me from his proposal. On the contrary, going home with him was technically my responsibility now.
"Deal."
His dimples surfaced with the triumphant grin splitting his lips, lips that covered mine in the next second. His palm traveled up my back, lifting my shirt with it though he made no move to take it off. Instead, he took pleasure in the skin he could access, roaming over my quickly heating flesh as he turned to back me into the wall right next to the door of Yoongi's office. I was no different, a small part of me mourned not being able to find that skin to skin contact with him, but I reminded myself that this more than likely wouldn't be the only time we indulged in one another like this today. Later, when it was just the two of us, I'd strip him and let myself explore every inch of him I couldn't right now.
Though the spiteful part of me wanted vengeance against Yoongi, I couldn't ignore how attracted I was to Namjoon. I couldn't consider myself a woman of taste if I didn't acknowledge what incredibly handsome men all of Bangtan were, but that was a piece of information I intended on keeping to myself.
"Would you believe me if I told you it makes me hard seeing you pissed off?"
I bit my lip, one hand snaking between us to cup the formed erection not even the baggy pants could hide.
"I think I would." I grinned, moaning when he parted my legs to slide a thigh between them.
"Want to know what else has me nearly cumming in my pants when it comes to you?"
"What?" I asked breathlessly, pressing myself harder into his thigh for a little bit of friction.
"Remembering your lips wrapped around Jin's cock. How fucking messy it was. You were sloppy with it baby, but I sure as shit didn't mind the show."
"Namjoon." His name came out on a moan, one I hoped the man inside his office heard. "If you want me to blow you, I will later. Right now, I need you to fuck me."
"Desperate are we?" He chuckled, pressing a hard kiss to my lips before spinning me around to press my front against the wall. "I'll give it to you."
His promise was like music to my ears while his hands viciously pulled down my shorts. I helped with what I could, shimmying my underwear down my hips just enough to expose my pussy, bending for him to have better access. He swiped a finger through my folds, leaving me whimpering with need.
"So wet already baby. Just how I like it."
"Namjoon, you talk too much." I groaned, feeling two of his fingers sink into me.
He made every thrust of them deliberate, sliding in deep.
"What can I say, I'm a vocal lover." He said teasingly, pulling out and pushing them back in faster. "And that's my favorite sound."
It took me a second to realize he meant the wet sound my pussy made with every re-entry of his fingers. He pulled all the way out, lavishing my clit with the same attention rendering my legs like jelly as they shook under me. I gripped the doorjamb tightly, ready to succumb to the orgasm he was about to rip from me. His words of encouragement only drove me closer to that edge, his deep voice making my core clench.
I let out a sharp breath of disappointment when he stopped. My body slumping against the wall with how tightly I was coiled in anticipation of my release. I went to turn towards Namjoon, my movements effectively halted with the arm pressing into my back. My question dying on my tongue as Namjoon pressed the head of his cock against my center.
"Open for me baby." He purred, pushing in.
The stretch was testament that Namjoon was much larger than what I was used to. He eased his way in, taking every opportunity to praise me even as his own raspy tone turned shaky the further he went. He kicked my legs apart a little wider, the sides of my underwear digging into my thighs preventing me from spreading any further. Namjoon groaned in frustration, starting a slow, shallow motion with his hips that helped him slide a fraction deeper each time.
"Fuck. Take it baby." He murmured, unable to keep his hips from jerking when I squeezed around him. "No pussy's ever swallowed dick as well as yours."
My breath caught when he bottomed out, feeling almost uncomfortably full. It had been a while since the last time I had been with someone. A while by a prostitute's standards anyway. Though I had the man in the other room to thank for that, I thought. Namjoon's palm hit the wall beside my head as he leaned over me, his other hand grabbing a fistful of my ass, kneading it while his hips retreated and snapped back into mine. I reached behind me, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck to pull him down to me. I toyed with the short hairs between my fingers, turning my face to his for a kiss he eagerly welcomed.
His lips moved over mine with a similar fervor as his hips. Low grunts leaving him with every thrust forward that made each glide smoother with how wet each subsequent moan from him made me.
"Faster." I whispered into him, releasing the hold I had on his neck to grab the hand still gripping my ass as he fucked me harder.
I was past caring about the reason I was doing this here anymore, my mind slipping into the flurry of sensations Namjoon inflicted on me when he slid his hand from my butt under my shirt to fondle one breast. He yanked the cup of my bra down, one finger swirling around my hardened nipple to tease me before pinching and rolling it. He held my boob and drove his cock into me faster, filthy words pouring from his mouth an octave deeper than his usual baritone.
"It's a shame Yoongi got his hands on you first. I could have been fucking this perfect pussy long before now had he not screwed things up for all of us." He delivered a particularly hard pinch and tug on my nipple, making me whimper. "It doesn't matter much now I guess, it still ended with your cunt milking my cock and you milking my bank account."
I choked on his name as his fingers left my breast to find my clit again. My slick coating his hand while he sought to bring my encroaching orgasm back.
"I-I told you, I don't want every last penny."
My stomach tightened, body shaking with the force this impending climax would hit me with, and Namjoon didn't care. He drilled into me, played with me, fucked to ruin me. His breathless chuckle blowing across my heated cheek causing me to tremble under him.
"You'll end up with every penny anyway with how often I plan on fucking you." He growled, pushing me over the edge.
I cried out, white coating my vision despite the dark hall around us as I shook violently. Namjoon praised me, telling me how good I was cumming around him until his own release forced him to stop rambling. He pulled out of me, pressing the head of his cock against my ass and came. His large hand came around his length, stroking it to coax every copious dribble of ejaculate out of himself to drip down my rounded flesh. I leaned into the wall bonelessly, letting him paint me with it though it wasn't like I could move anyway. My body tingled with the aftershocks of my release, an air of euphoria clouding every bit of consciousness as I basked in the post-coital bliss that I had only ever experienced a handful of times in my life when the sex had been that good.
My last time being the evening I spent with Yoongi. The reminder of the bane of my existence brought back some awareness. I detached myself from the wall, turning my head to look over my shoulder only to pause at the figure standing in the office doorway. Yoongi leaned against the opposite frame, eyes dark, and one ringed finger toying with his bottom lip as he stared at me. I looked away, reaching for my pants to pull them back up though I hated doing so without cleaning up first.
"I almost forgot how beautiful you are when you cum. Though it's not the same as when I'm responsible for it."
"Well, for your own sake, you better get used to it." I told him, bending down to pick up the discarded envelope. "Because you won't be the one responsible for it anymore."
If Yoongi was bothered by the proclamation, he hid it well. Namjoon had somewhat fixed himself behind me, other than his flushed cheeks and his 'I just fucked' eyes, he could pass as presentable. I looped my arm through his, pressing myself into his side intentionally. I met Yoongi's tight gaze, a sadistic smile forming over my lips.
"Lucky you, getting the front row seat to watch your favorite whore fuck all of your friends while you get nothing."
The subtle clench of his jaw told me all I needed to know. That small action feeding my ego.
"Welcome to your own personal hell Yoongi."