FACING THE SAME FACE | JINKOOK

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"You can't buy a human being," JungKook pushed him.

JungHyun sat on the bed.

"Whatever, in his situation paying for his time was getting the right to do with him whatever I felt like."

"¿So what did you do?" he asked surprised that his shy brother had gone to such lengths.

"¿Do you think I forced him to have sex?"

"Honestly, I don't know what to make of all this any more," he said. 

"We sat on the bed chatting, that's what I did for the whole hour I paid for, ¿do you believe me?"

"Mhm" then, JungKook sighed.

"It's okay, I don't blame you. I don't recognize myself either."

"I believe you. Actually, I would have doubted if you told me otherwise, but what you're telling me is dangerous, JungHyun. You even went into a brothel to go after his debt-ridden ass."

"And at the end of the night, he hugged me. For the first time it wasn't me who tried to bond in some way, Jin held on to me and thanked me, you had to see it, JungKook, even you would have been moved, his eyes are.... the most incredible brown orbs that..."

"¡Enough! Spare me the details of his fragile, ephemeral physical beauty that only make me think you took that kind of interest in him because he was the guy with the prettiest face on the entire campus and I refuse to believe you're that shallow. Let's go downstairs" he got up "I need a strong cup of coffee to get to the end of this story".

The house lights were off, it was raining that night too, but at that moment the worst part was over and only a few small drops insisted in their eagerness to crash against the ceiling. The kitchen smelled of herbal tea and coffee, JungKook had lit a candle in the middle of the table they were at, sure that keeping the atmosphere dark would help his brother to finish that story once and for all. He hoped Jin had ended up dead, that was the truth. He longed to hear that JungHyun saw a picture of his corpse in the newspaper and with a broken heart he decided to go back. It was the best thing that could happen to his brother regarding a mess with mobsters, so he slyly crossed his fingers and prayed to himself 'please let Jin be dead, let him be dead, let him be dead' so JungHyun wouldn't want to look for him again. And that would explain the nightmares.

"I looked for him every night after that time. I was his first client, we would talk for a whole hour before he would hug me and watch me leave" JungHyun continued with his gaze on the candlelight dancing in a light breeze "I would go back to my flat, get some sleep and hours later I would meet him again for breakfast".

"You spent a lot of money.

"I would have loved to, but what his pimp was charging to be with him was a mockery, in my opinion. That made me angry too. Of course I'd rather he didn't trade sexually, but since he was doing it so desperately, I wanted him to earn well for it. You know, touching Jin should be more expensive than a million dollars. I know you don't want me to talk about his looks, but JungKook... he was gorgeous, really. And I didn't fall in love with him because of that, but I'm not blind and I've never seen a mouth like his, nor such expressive eyes, nor such white skin..."

"¡Good God!" he complained, "¿Was he world wide handsome or are you just delusional?"

"He was perfect."

"¡NOBODY IS THAT CUTE, JUNGHYUN!" he rose from his chair.

"I am," he said knowing that such a sentence would calm him down.

"Of course, I'm gorgeous" He sat back down.

"One morning I came back to see him beaten" he continued "he told me that there was a man who used to pay for him in his last hour... you know".