|| BREAK ME ||Jungkook FF (Smut Fiction)

_Outside

I don't want to go outside.
Because when I do,

I'll be sent to another "inside."

I'd rather keep my head down on this counter as the bartender questions my presense, not drinking anything, just merely
surviving.

"Its not like you were forced into this."

Sir tells me all the time, while giving me no fucks whatsoever.
Sir tells me that all the time, while I lay on the bed, covered in bruises from satisfying people that dont have anyone else to manipulate to get their desires fufilled.

I'm only 19.
But at only 19, I am on the streets.
So at only 19, I have to live,
Somehow(?).
But living is painful.

I wail those words to the bartender and he shakes his head at me in pity. I know he doesn't really care though.
As I lay my forehead onto the flat, cold surface, I hear the bell of the door chime, and a nice scent passes me by.
I look towards where the scent flies from and.....its just a man.
I guess.. a really handsome man.
His presence is somehow sharp, and prim. Doesn't seem like he'll go homeless any time soon.
Maybe he'll spend some time with me..?
No.
I should stop putting myself out.
But I'm unsure how to escape from this reality.
Should I just end my life, maybe? That might ease the pain.
The man sits two seats away from me and orders some alcohol.
His voice is so attractive. His whole presence is attractive.
I can almost feel the sex appeal oozing into my skin.

"Did you want something honey?"
The man suddenly says not looking away from his drink.
I look around, but other than me, theres no one else he could be talking to.
"Ah.... no.. Sorry. I didn't mean to stare." I respond, lowering my face down so my hair would curtain it.
He turns his gaze to me and his eyes look very cold.
"You sure?" He asks looking me up and down.
I guess he notices how lightly dressed I am, and probably thinks what everyone else does as well.
"Yeah... I just.. thought you looked handsome thats all.." I say, not realizing that he moved a seat closer to me.
"Are you in the sex industry?" He asks straightforward.
My eyes shoot up and I wallow in my tears. The man leans on one hand and examines me curiously.
"I'm assuming thats a yes."
I don't know how to react to his curiosity, and to be honest, I'm afraid if hes thinking of taking me in for the night. No matter the money, or the visuals, I learned throughout my six years of sleeping around that in the end, the people that pay for my body,
are bad people.
Before I could resist his interest, a woman comes in chirpy through the door and sits beside the handsome man.
"Hey baby, I missed you~ how long has it been?" She coos, linking her arm around his, pressing her fake cleavage onto it.
The man's attitude suddenly changes and he responds to her with a sweet smile.
"Its been a while Eunjin. You look beautiful."
They romantically.... or rather, lustfully, tend to each other and soon, I'm out of his presence. Sighing, I wonder how long it would be until I have to go again to some other man's house tonight. I'm especially tired tonight, and I'll probably just sell for a good nights rest today.
Suddenly, a knock comes through the window beside me, and its the boss.
He flashes his yellowed teeth and gestures me out of the bar. My heart feels icy again and I shiver.

I hate my life.

Putting on my thin, jean jacket, I hop outside and Sir wraps his arm aound my shoulder, telling me again like he always does,
"Tonight's a good one."
My eyes dull out and I cross my fingers that this person will be more decent than the one before, like I
always do.
As I pass the bar, I swear in the corner of my eye, I see the man from before looking (observing) at me.

Its too early in the morning, but this is the best time to shuffle out.
Leaning closer to my client's mirror, I flinch at the new bruise on my lip as I wash it off with water. To my demise, yesterday was a rough night, and I had no say. But at least this man let me use toileteries so I can wash up. I think back to a time when I was 15 and a client broke my arm as he fucked me. He was the biggest sadist I've ever encountered, so compared to that, this was nothing.
I get dressed into the same clothes, weary that another day has dawned.
The chill of the morning sets into my body as I look around somewhere to eat breakfast. Children and their parents are bundled up together, warm together. I'm not really envious of the whole family thing, but I do wish that maybe I had someone I could hold close. But its not a necessity.
I step into a cafe that seems pretty high class, but in this chill I couldn't care less. I dig into my pockets and find a five dollar bill, a few coins, and a condom I forgot to take out. Looking up at the menu, I realize I don't even have enough for a coffee and a pastry. Should I just leave? It feels humiliating, and I have no energy to find a different place. There is no where opened yet for business. Suddenly, someone walks up beside me and I have to look in surprise.
"Can I get a hot chocolate, a caramel machiatto, and two breakfast paninis?" The person says. Now I do have a reason to leave.
I turn to head for the door, but a firm grasp surrounds my wrist and I jolt at the skinship.
He looks to me with those familiar, handsome eyes and smiles.
"Be my company this morning." He tells me, not letting me go.
I blink in confusion, but in consideration for the man who could maybe be a nice person, I nod to his request.
Soon, his order comes and he picks up the tray and sits down at a table. He looks at me and gestures me over.
I'm uncertain, but I'll take my chances.
He puts the hot chocolate to my side and unwraps a painini for me.
"You didn't have to do this sir.. and I don't really drink hot chocolate." I say quietly, examining his actions. Without looking at me, he unwraps his own sandwich and says,
"I just wanted someone to sit with. Don't worry about it. And the hot chocolate here is better than their coffee."
I awkwardly find words to deny his "kind" intrusion, but seeing him stare me down makes me surrender.
"Thank you.." I whisper as I reach for the panini.
He smiles and proceeds to sip his coffee.
A whole awkward three minuted passes with him just sipping his coffee and looking at me curiously, as I try not to choke on my food.
"You're such a beautiful girl." He tells me.
No one has called me that in years..  not after i've turned into such a slut..
I shyly push my hair back behind my ears and pretend to not be flustered.
Before I could say anything to him, he tells me calmly,
"You should really treat yourself better you know. You only have yourself to take care of. Be good to yourself."
I get touched by his words, as they do hold truth.
Although.. i can't bear to think I have any self respect left to be good to me.
I turn my attention on him and I say,
"Thank you for those words. At least there are people as kind as you to also be good to me."
I feel warm.

But the warmth is soon broken as he cracks his lips, saying,

"I'm telling you to be good to yourself, because
no one else will be."

My eyes waver and I glance at his face.
The smile I thought was genuine... now seemed.. menacing.
Not scary and aggresive like the men I've dealt with before....
But almost....... playful..
And psychotic.

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Here it is guys~ My new book! Don't get me wrong im working on the other books at the moment! I just wrote these chapters as ideas during breaks so they ended up happening pretty quick! I hope you enjoy some angsty, smutty, dark story lines 🥳