Min Yoongi is one of the best physiotherapists in Seoul.
Park Jimin is a young Football star with a groin injury.
They despise each other from the moment they meet. As far as Yoongi is concerned, Jimin is a rich, spoiled brat who is too used to ge...
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The problem with being a famous footballer was that Jimin couldn't just go to a gay bar and pick up someone when he wanted to get laid. He couldn't screw some random stranger who might sell the story to the papers the moment Jimin left. He had to be extremely careful, so his choices were limited.
He supposed he could fuck men who had as much to lose as him if they were outed—he knew a few players who were almost certainly gay— but the risk was twice as high. Or maybe he was just being paranoid. Either way, hooking up with men was always too risky. That was why he mostly stuck to flirting with men and fucking women for the sake of his career. Sex with women was unsatisfying at best and vaguely gross at worst, but it was safer. Smarter. He wasn't as stupid as Woon-bin to risk his career for a dick. It wasn't worth it.
But sometimes, the desire to feel a hard body against his own became too much and Jimin had little choice but to scratch the itch: sexual frustration made him snappish and bitchy, which was something he couldn't afford, since it was far harder to be a good, nice guy when all he wanted was a hard, rough fuck to relax. And when he wanted a hard fuck, his choices were very limited.
That was why Jimin was here.
The club was dark and foggy, with the distinctive smell of sweat and sex. There were lights on the stage, which were the first thing to catch the eye as he entered. The stage on the right was currently empty, but the one on the left was occupied by a naked brunette, who was flogging a stunning blonde. Strobe lights sparsely lit the large, crowded room, barely allowing him to make out individuals grouped in two's or three's —or more. It was one big orgy. The stench of sweat, sex and alcohol drenched the room, seeping into everything. Several rows of couches lined the walls, but Jimin didn't bother watching the occupants of them.
As he made his way through the club, numerous hands groped and petted him, trying to pull him closer. Grimacing, Jimin shrugged the hands off. He'd never been into orgies. He was bad at sharing; he always had been, even when he was a kid. But to be honest, that was just one of the reasons. The truth was, he couldn't quite suppress the uneasy feeling in his
gut every time so many strangers touched him. No matter how many times Jimin told himself it was safe enough here, it was an exercise in futility. Some habits never died. He was used to taking care of himself from a very young age, and back then, every stranger was dangerous. Even after he was adopted, things hadn't changed much. The Park's had been kind people, forever involved in charity causes and volunteering work, but they had little clue what to do with a child and were more than happy to leave him—and later Woon-bin—to his own devices. Jimin had been fine with it. Relying on other people was silly; he had always known that. He was on his own, as usual.
"Looking for someone?" a husky male voice said, grabbing his arm.
"Maybe me?"
Jimin stopped and squinted at the man in the semi-darkness. Although he couldn't see him all that well, the guy seemed fairly attractive and didn't seem like a creep. Just a normal, horny guy looking for an anonymous fuck. He wasn't much taller than Jimin, but the hand on his arm was big strong and Rough, just like Jimin likes.
