Promiscuous {Vmin} [BoyxBoy]

❖Prologue❖

Jimin opened his eyes to look around the unfamiliar room and he felt an unfamiliar body sleeping next to him.

He turned over to where he remembers his phone was.

He grabbed it, sliding a hand across his tired eyes.

He blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright light before he saw the time.

7:30am

There's no way he'll make it to school early. School starts at 8 on the dot.

He sluggishly got out the bed and looked for his clothes. Putting them on without much haste.

He's already going to be late, why rush?

He heard the guy in the bed groan.

"You're leaving?" He asked.

Jimin didn't look at him while he answered "Yeah, I'm busy today", he continued to pull up his pants.

He doesn't tell them that he's a high school student.

They know nothing about Jimin, not even his name.

"Alright then, there's some money on the dresser for you. I'll call you again for another round next week".

Jimin shrugged "sure, whatever".

He picked up the money and made his way out the door and down the stairs.

On the way out, he bumped into a woman, who looked suspicious but seemed to know exactly why he was in her house.

He simply bowed and made his way out the door awkwardly as the woman looked shocked and furious.

He could hear the woman yelling from down the street as he walked.

He flinched slightly at the sound of glass shattering and the guy yelling soon after.

Jimin makes the assumption that she was the guy's partner.

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He finally made it home, going up the stairs. He hissed quietly feeling the pain from each slow step. He momentarily cursed the fact that he lived in a two story house.

He went to his bedroom and took a deep breath before getting ready for school. The same mundane routine as usual like every other day.

He made a mental check list of the books and supplies he needed that day.

Then he went and showered, brushed his teeth and decided not the do much to his hair. All he did was take his fingers and combed through it a few times until it didn't resemble 'bed-head'.

Or in his case 'sex-hair'.

He stared at the pale red hickeys on his neck in the mirror and was slightly annoyed at the fact he would have to take extra time to hide them.

Although some days he didn't bother to hide them.

He was about to leave before he remembered the money in his jean pocket in the laundry hamper.He unfolded the bills and placed them into a jar he keeps under the bed.