Camboy

Secret Problems

Yoongi was uncomfortable.
It was 8 am on a Saturday morning and he could barely stand, let alone walk. The guy had been merciless upon him; it had been even more than usual. Sudden recollections of memories of last night flashed before his eyes.

He aligned himself with Yoongi's entrance and suddenly Yoongi felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. His walls tightened around the customer's length as he fought the immediate urge to arch his back and desperately moan out...

He shook his head vigorously, desperately trying to get rid of it. Sangwoo was a customer, nothing more.

Yoongi had a high tolerance for pain and used it to prevent Kookie from going down the same road he did. Well, at least he got his money.
53, 863 South Korean Won.

He protectively tugged his face mask up and fished around for his wallet, making sure it hadn't been nicked. Especially not by a bunch of 14-year-olds that stood around him talking about goodness knows what.

He stood in front of snow-covered train tracks, surrounded by strangers that made him feel awkward. Very awkward.

And so Yoongi waited and waited and waited. No train. He stepped back a bit and looked up at the massive scoreboard nailed to the wall.

All trains delayed.

"Fuck," Yoongi cursed underneath his breath as he painfully made his way to a short woman in a stiff, shoulder-padded uniform. The conductor.

"Excuse me but do you know when the trains will start running again?" He enquiries, his dry, raspy voice muffled underneath the face mask. "I kinda need to be somewhere important very soon."

She didn't seem to hear him as she was too busy blowing air into a damn whistle. Yoongi hated doing this, it made him feel awkward and uneasy.
But this needed to be done.

"Um? Hello?"

The conductor finally turned around, a quizzical expression plastered on her face. "Can I help you?"

"I, uh, I was wondering if," he paused feeling a blush creep onto his ghostly pale cheeks, "if the trains... the trains were going to run soon?"

It took a couple of seconds for it to click it the woman's head and when it did, her hazel eyes twinkled in realisation.

"Sorry sweetie but, the trains won't run until ten tonight. Somethings blocked one of the main tracks..."

He stopped listening after some time, already knowing what this meant. No going home, no studio and no live shows or customers for the day.

So Yoongi went with plan B that he had devised on the spot.

He turned his back towards the still-talking woman and walked away, leaving her dumbfounded.

He sauntered out of the scarcely populated train station and over to a densely populated part of the city. The walk there was going to be agonising and cruel but, all Yoongi needed to do was bite through the pain and it would be all fine.

When he finally reached his destination, Yoongi balled up his fist and banged on the birch door. He continued this for a couple minutes before it was swung open, revealing a flustered, giant Jin in the doorway and an even taller Namjoon behind him.

"Yoongi-ah? What are you doing here?"

"I need a place to stay for the night. Would it be okay if I crashed at your's tonight?"

The producer's friend hesitated before stepping backwards, physically inviting Yoongi inside.

"Thanks, Jin hyung." He mumbled as he advanced into the house. As he did, Yoongi could hear loud and irritating voices owned by people he knew well.