VHope Fluffshots

[S] Stay With Me

The door opened quietly, but I stayed curled up in the middle of the bed. I didn't bother to change the sheets-it's not like I could walk anyways. So, I just stayed curled up under the dirty sheets, trying to suppress my tears. The next guy wouldn't want to see a whore in tears. That's weak.

"Hyung, it's me."

I close my eyes and let out a shaky sigh at the deep voice I love so much. I guess it was Saturday; Taehyung always comes here on Saturdays.

His warm, big hands pull back the thin sheet, and he gasps. I know I look awful, and the tears start to flow again. Then, his face is level with mine, chin resting on the mattress. His hair is longer now, and a gorgeous honey blonde. He changed his earrings, too. But he's even more gorgeous since I last saw him. He's pouting and his brown eyes are soft-softer than any other client's eyes. Out of all of my clients, I like Kim Taehyung the most.

Taehyung brings a hand up to push my hair out of my eyes, which trails down to caress my busted lip. My last client was too rough with me, but I don't really have a say in that. "Hyung, I'll take care of you," Taehyung says softly, like the people outside the door could hear us.

There's a tiny bathroom connected to my room, so Taehyung walks away to fill up the bathtub. He always does this when my other clients go too far. Jimin, the kid in the room next to me, gets a similar treatment from a boy named Jeon Jungkook. It's nice when there's always the one client who doesn't treat you like you're a whore in this brothel.

When the tub is filled, Taehyung comes back and picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom. He sets me down in the warm, soapy water that smells like Taehyung's body wash. He probably snuck some in. "Where does it hurt the most?" he asks gently, sitting down on the bathroom floor next to the tub. "I-I don't...know," I croak out, and I see anger in Taehyung's eyes.

"That dude before me needs to calm down," he growls, examining the bruise around my throat. I nod in agreement as the tears start to flow again. I don't care if I cry in front of Taehyung; he doesn't want me to hide anything from him. He gently pushes me down into the water, and I completely submerge myself for a couple seconds. I feel better when I come back up because now I smell like Taehyung; like shea butter and vanilla. For three years, that scent has always been tied to happiness because that's what Taehyung brings; happiness.

He lifts me from the tub and wraps a towel around me, then drains the bathtub. He massages my aching head as he dries my hair, then tries not to hurt me as he helps dry the rest of me. He throws the towel in a corner and unbuttons his shirt; a cute white shirt with green pinstripes. It's loose on him, but he always wears shirts like those. He slips it off his shoulders and puts it on me with a smile.

"Can you go get me new sheets?" Taehyung asks as he begins to strip off the dirty linens, balling them up and throwing them in a corner. I limp over to the tiny closet in the bathroom and pull out new sheets, handing them to Taehyung. "Thanks," he smiles, and I pull the shirt tighter around me as I watch him make the bed.

Then, Taehyung rids himself of his clothes-he always sleeps naked-and sits down on the edge of the bed. "Come here, hyung." Gentle. His deep voice is always so loving and gentle when it comes to me. I sit down on the bed next to him and watch as he fishes out a travel-sized bottle of lotion from his pants pocket. "You need some attention," he growls, anger not directed towards me.

He drops his pants back on the floor and leans back against the headboard, patting his lap for me as he slicks up his fingers. I crawl over to him and straddle his waist, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kisses my cheek. "It's going to hurt, hyung. I'm sorry," he whispers, holding me close with one hand while his lotioned finger circles my hole. I hiss as the first finger goes in, and I feel Taehyung move his free hand up and down my lower back to massage it.

One finger turns into two, and they scissor me gently. I bury my face into Taehyung's collar bones because it hurts so much, but I know it would hurt so much worse if he didn't do this. Taehyung's humming a song, the vibrations deep in his chest help calm me down. He continues with a third one, going much slower than he had been. I let a few tears fall and pool into Taehyung's collar bones because of how bad it burns, but as he keeps going, the pain slowly dissipates.

When he decides I've had enough, he slowly slips his fingers out and lays me down next to him, allowing me to cuddle into his side while he cleans off his hand. "Tae?" My voice is shaky and uncertain, but he doesn't notice. He looks down at me, squeezing my shoulder as his silent way of letting me continue. "Will you kiss me?"

My other clients don't like me touching them. It's like they refuse to believe that they're even in this whore house, fucking me into oblivion. But then there's Taehyung. He made it clear from the first day that it was perfectly fine to kiss, hug, mark and cuddle him all I liked. He's also the only one of my clients to take the time and figure out what I like. Taehyung knows how intimate sex is, so he makes an effort to make it enjoyable for me, too. He never cums first; he always makes sure that I like it just as much as him.

He always makes it feel like it's just me and him in the world. We aren't in a whore house, he didn't pay to see me, he won't leave in the morning. Just me and him forever.

But he always leaves before I wake up. That's what hurts the most.

"Hyung, you don't have to ask. You know you can kiss me all you want." His smile is wide and boxy as he rolls me on top of him, sealing our lips in a kiss. He tastes like his favorite candy-cherry lollipops. My bottom lip rolls into his mouth, and he sucks on it gently, making sure it doesn't start bleeding again as I let out a small sigh.

Taehyung's kisses are so sweet and full of love, like a promise that we'd always be together. He lets my tongue enter his mouth, and I purr as I notice how possessive he gets when he tastes the last client lingering there. His arms wrap around me, and I drown. I drown in his touch, his kisses, his scent, him.

When I can no longer taste my other client, Taehyung pulls away and rests his forehead on mine. "Don't cry, hyung. I'm here," he whispers, wiping my tears away with his thumbs. "But you won't be when I wake up." His sigh just makes me cry harder. "I can't stay," he mumbles, voice full of regret. "Why not? Why can't you stay one simple morning?" I sob, desperately hoping he says he'll stay for just one morning. Taehyung shakes his head.

"Because."

"Why!?"

"I'll only hurt you more."

I know he's right. If he stayed, it would just hurt so much more when he left. If Taehyung stayed, watching him walk away would destroy me. When he first slept with me, he told me the last thing he would ever do was destroy me. He's held true to that ever since. I trust him.

Instead of fighting a useless battle with him, I curl up on his bare chest after one more kiss. "It's going to be okay, hyung. Just go to sleep," he whispers gently. A hand rests in my hair, soothing me to sleep.

When I wake up, the only thing to remind me of Taehyung is the scent of his bodywash lingering on my skin. "I love you, Taehyung."