Like Crazy

Four

Jimin turned his head slowly back towards the four men who were leering at him as if he was a lamb before the slaughter. He very well could be one due to the precarious situation he found himself in. But for the most part he simply gulped before taking them all in with interest. The one sitting on the top of the mini fridge in the corner had bold tattoos going up and down his arm in dark and vibrant colors, even his hand that was attached to the ink covered arm had sprinklings of ink here and there. Small gages were in his ears and his black shoulder length wavy hair gave him a boyish look despite his facial piercings, the scar on his cheek, and his over all goth exterior. His clothes were all black with bits of silver from chains or adornments, and overall he was imposing in a mischievous way.

The one left of him lounging on the floor with his bare feet out in front of him was a man with warm skin, dyed shaggy hair that was split down the middle with one side being a sandy blonde and the other a hot pink reminiscent of Barbie, and an odd fashion sense that made him stand out amongst the small crowd. He was wearing a large oversized hoodie that was camo, a long jean skirt that came down to his ankles even with his legs spread wide, and a few necklaces that reminded Jimin of the beads that you get at Mardi Gras. As he stared at Jimin with a smirk on his boxy lips he kept his hands in his hoodie pockets and leaned his head against the thick thigh of the man sitting on the mini fridge casually.

Not knowing how to feel with the attention he was getting from those two, Jimin traced his eyes over a figure in the corner who had his eyes downcast towards his phone. Texting someone it seemed. And not bothering to give Jimin a passing glance at all other than the one that he had given him when he had been dropped off on the bed by Namjoon who was still not back after those gunshots that he heard. It allowed him to have more confidence as he took this one in. He was pale. Almost like a porcelain doll. With round cheeks and a soft yet hard exterior that made him look threatening and almost like a kitten at the same time. He was the only one out of the group that was in a business suit, the whole ensemble looking expensive as fuck as he rested in the corner on the single armchair with his feet planted firmly on the ground as his gelled back hair fell slightly into his face. On further inspection Jimin could see a scar peeking out from his bangs that went over one of his eyes and down to his cheek, and also noted how large his hands were when he reached over for a cigarette that was resting on the nightstand.

The same nightstand that had the last one looking at him with a soft but predatory grin and a face that looked like it had been crafted by the heavens. If Jimin didn't know better (especially with the vibes he was picking up from Namjoon earlier) he would assume that this man was a model. And he may very well be too given how all of these people were probably Chaebols just like the one still outside. He was dressed a little plain. Like a normal average guy. But from how wide his shoulders were as well as the way he held himself, Jimin would bet real money that this guy had a lot of muscles hidden beneath those clothes. His hair was neatly trimmed like someone who was an Idol and was dyed a light violet hue with subtle blue highlights that swirled in it nicely. More than likely he did it on his own but Jimin wasn't going to judge him for that since he often did the same.

As he observed them, no one said a word. They all simply stared, or in the one in the chairs case, type at his phone. But other than that they were all quiet. Creepily so. It unnerved him. Though he wasn't going to be the one to break it. Nope. He would just stay were he is until they said or did something. Shit, he would have been happy if they had all started taking out their cocks rather than leaving him in quiet like this. Eventually though, the one on his phone stopped typing with a smile and looked at the one sitting on the dresser before speaking with a low smoky timber. "Change of plan, Hope finished his deal. He's on his way?"

This caught his attention and before he could stop himself his lips moved and he asked the question. "Who's Hope?"

Lighting another cigarette, the man took a drag as he turned his attention to him finally. He looked him up and down salaciously, all the while smirking as he smoke. "Originally there was supposed to be six of us tonight, but some business needed to be taken care of. So it ended up being five when you signed the documents with Joon. At least, I'm assuming you've signed. He fucked you pretty good from what I see for you to have not done so. But looks like Hope is able to be here anyway. So we will have to add him to the PDF for you before we can begin." He narrowed his eyes in a way that made him look like a cat towards the goth guy on the mini fridge and shot him a nod. "Start drafting up the backup and hand it to him. And V, get the camera ready. I want this twink covered in white before Joon gets back from handling whatever fucker pissed him off in the parking lot." Eyes drifting back to Jimin he gave him another once over and blew smoke in his direction. They weren't really close together distance wise, so it barely reached his nose, but when it did he couldn't help but shudder. He wasn't a smoker by any means. But given the situation this was insanely hot and as long as everything was kept to the contract and he was paid he didn't give a fuck what these guys did in their private lives.

He was here to get fucked and look good doing it.

He wasn't here to play as their therapist.

"Have any questions babydoll?" The man asked and Jimin took the opportunity to put on the charm.

Letting the blanket fall off of his shoulder, he ignored all of the alarm bells going off inside of his mind and leaned forward slightly so he was basically on complete display. These were obviously deadly men. He wasn't stupid. But he just needed to focus on the sex and money. When he was home in his run down apartment later he could berate himself for being such a shameless whore as well as freak out about potential legal stuff he could get into. Right now he wanted to get paid and as the goth guy brought over his phone to him to sign a new version of the contract he signed it without a word with his finger. He didn't even bother reading it this time because they were simply adding another dick to the equation. "Tell me who's names I'm going to be moaning." He lilted his voice and put on a innocent look despite the way that he bit his lip. "Or should I call you Daddy?"

There was an audible groan as Namjoon came back into the room and he pulled his head back by his hair in order to make him fully expose his neck and get on his knees on the bed. "Only one here you're calling Daddy is me. I don't give a fuck what you call the others." Jimin would normally have had a sarcastic and lewd retort to say, but as it was... he could only stare at all of the blood coating the Chaebol's clothing. Some had even splattered his cheek and he looked like he was ready to take on the world with the way he was puffing his chest out and breathing heavy through his nostrils.

"Well, 'Daddy'," The one who was on the dresser stood up and Jimin was surprised to see how tall he was, "Before you do shit you're going to let the rest of us have a turn with the little slut and take a shower. No one wants to get fucked while your covered in the blood of a stranger."

"Would it be better if I was covered in one of ours?" The way he said it made Jimin's eyes widen slightly in fear and his heart jump harshly in his chest, but he quickly realized that Namjoon wasn't serious as he pulled the other man against him roughly and brought him into a deep kiss that was practically nothing but tongue.

If this was the way that they flirted, Jimin wasn't sure how he should feel.

What in the world did I get myself into, he thought to himself as he continued to kneel there until Namjoon let go of his hair and pushed him towards the handsome Idol like man. "I'll take that shower, but ya'll better mess him up real good while I'm in there."

Jimin gulped.

Maybe he shouldn't have done this.

At least... that's what his brain was telling him. His dick was ready to go and eager. And he wasn't sure which side would win out. Though, his dick seemed to easily be winning out as he was roughly manhandled onto his front on the bed and had his hole showed off to the room full of men. They were all oohing and ahhing over how he was already gaping from just one of them, and just as the burn of humiliation started to make him hot and bothered, it got even more so as someone practically busted down the door.

"Jesus, Hope, did you even follow traffic laws getting here?" The one with the odd fashion sense yelled out into the room with a laugh. "That eager to get at this pretty ass?"

With his head pointed towards the doorway he had a front row seat to the man that had just walked in and gulped audibly. Oh... OH.... He was fucked. This man was unreal. They all were. But whoever this Hope person was took the cake as he looked him up and down with a stare that could kill, folded his arms over his chest, and learned against the doorway. "How was I supposed to wait with all of that teasing that Joon put us through?" Even his voice was hot. It was gravely and he oh so desperately wanted him to talk dirty to him.

Screw listening to his brain.

Screw being safe and responsible.

Jimin was gonna think with his dick.

He needed someone in him bad.

"He is a nice piece of ass," The goth one came around to his head and had his dick out. It was positively huge. Not as big as Namjoon's was. But enough to make him salivate as he rubbed himself in front of his face. "I'm JK by-the-way. If you need to stop pinch my thigh, otherwise I'm gonna fuck your throat till you cry."

He was looking forward to it.