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Yoongi gently turned off the shower, wrapping Hoseok in a soft, warm towel. He meticulously dried Hoseok’s body, his touch tender and caring. Hoseok shivered slightly, both from the lingering sensation of their intense encounter and the warmth of Yoongi’s touch. Yoongi’s eyes softened as he looked at Hoseok, his hands smoothing the towel over Hoseok’s damp skin.
“Let’s get you comfortable,” Yoongi said softly, guiding Hoseok out of the bathroom.
They made their way to the bedroom, Yoongi’s hand never leaving Hoseok’s back. Once inside, Hoseok shyly began to dress, his movements hesitant under Yoongi’s watchful gaze. Yoongi’s eyes darkened with a predatory glint as he admired Hoseok, who fumbled with his clothes, feeling Yoongi’s intense stare.
Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only his boxers. Hoseok, now dressed, walked toward him with a mixture of nervousness and determination. He straddled Yoongi, his hands resting on Yoongi’s broad shoulders. Yoongi smirked, his hands finding their place on Hoseok’s waist.
“Do you want another round?” Yoongi teased, his voice low and husky.
Hoseok blushed madly, smacking Yoongi lightly on the chest. “Stop teasing,” he mumbled, embarrassed.
Yoongi laughed, his gummy smile making Hoseok’s heart flutter. Ignoring the butterflies in his stomach, Hoseok leaned down, resting his head against Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Thank you for the money,” Hoseok whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on Yoongi’s chest. “It was too much, but I’m grateful.”
Yoongi pecked the top of Hoseok’s head. “It’s nothing,” he replied casually.
Hoseok hesitated, then asked, “Why did you really call me here?” He played with Yoongi’s nipples absentmindedly, his curiosity piqued.
Yoongi sighed, his expression turning serious. Hoseok giggled sweetly, trying to lighten the mood. “Why do you look so serious?” he asked, smiling.
Taking a deep breath, Yoongi looked into Hoseok’s eyes. “I want you to be my slut,” he said bluntly, not realizing the impact of his words.
Hoseok flinched, his eyes getting blurry with tears. “What did you just say?” he asked, his voice trembling.
Yoongi repeated himself, not noticing the change in Hoseok’s demeanor. Hoseok’s heart sank, and he wanted to slap Yoongi but held back. Instead, he stood up abruptly, trying to leave.
Yoongi grabbed Hoseok’s wrist. “What’s the matter?” he asked, confusion evident in his voice.
“Leave me alone!” Hoseok screamed, tears streaming down his face as he walked toward the living room. Yoongi followed, his heart aching at the sight of Hoseok’s tears. He wanted Hoseok to cry out of pleasure, not sadness. He always wanted to see Hoseok happy.
Hoseok pushed Yoongi away, though it did little to deter him. “You’re a jerk!” Hoseok cried, his voice breaking. “I’m not a slut. I can’t be bought. I’m not cheap. The only reason I took this path was because of my siblings and our financial problems.”
Yoongi’s heart ached as he watched Hoseok move away. “Baby,” he called softly, reaching out to him, wanting to kiss away his tears.
Hoseok turned to face Yoongi, his eyes filled with hurt. “Is that how you see me? As a slut, a prostitute, a whore?” His voice trembled with sadness.
Yoongi stepped closer, his eyes filled with regret. “Hoseok, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice pleading. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Hoseok shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I was starting to trust you, to feel safe with you,” he whispered. “But now… I don’t know.”
Yoongi’s heart broke at Hoseok’s words. He reached out, gently cupping Hoseok’s face. “i'm sorry." He said genuinely but hoseok shook his head and left, leaving yoongi feeling regret.
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Innocence Sold(Sope)
FanfictionHoseok, a sixteen-year-old burdened with the responsibility of caring for his younger siblings after their parents' death. Struggling to balance his dreams with the harsh realities of life, Hoseok is forced into the world of sex work to provide for...
