Camboy

Trouble...

Thunder rumbled in the dead of night, clamorous and booming. Yoongi leant against his bed board, his head lolled to one side.

His plump cheeks were bright red from the excitement as he tried to replace his lewd whimpers and moans with heavy breathing.

He had to be quiet.

Jin was a light sleeper.

Yoongi's slender fingers stroked his manhood's slit, using the sticky pre-cum to lubricate his shaft. Slowly, with one hand, he started to pleasure himself.

It twitched in delight has tugged at the smooth foreskin with his fingertips.

He grunted softly, a sheen of sweat gradually coating his body. He shifted his legs, spreading wider as his other hand fumbled with an object next to him.

He switched the object on and aligned it with his entrance, patiently waiting for the right moment. Without a second thought, Yoongi pushed it halfway in.

He groaned as he felt a shiver creep down his spine and his eyes fluttered shut. Yoongi was wishing -no lusting for the vibrator to be replaced by one of his friend's manhoods.

His minded wandered to the first night a couple months ago, how the younger male had dominated him quickly within Yoongi's entry into his room.

With that thought, he fully plunged the vibrator in hastily. Yoongi arched his back in delight, biting his bottom lip so hard that it drew blood.

As Yoongi unevenly breathes, he looked down at his laptop between his slim legs. He managed a smile.

The donations and comments were rolling in quickly. Men and women alike were putting in bids to see how long it would be until Yoongi came.

He stifled a laugh.

It was easy money. These people would pour money all over him at any time in the night and he would take it.

Yoongi turned so that his small, pale butt into the air; he made sure that his bed didn't creak loud enough so that it would wake up Jin.

"Ah, fuck," he mumbled under his breath as he parted his extra cheeks so that his customers could get a better view. "You like this don't you..."

Using the pitter patter of the rain as a guide, Yoongi started to thrust the toy in at a fast pace.

He threw his head back in delight, sweat rolling down the back of his shoulder blades. Saliva pooled in the corner of his mouth as he panted loudly—

His part of the room was quickly illuminated as his phone started to beep noisily on the bedside table.

Already? Yoongi thought as he scrambled for the bashed up phone, silently praying that it hadn't woken up the elder.

He sighed, swiping his index finger against the tab on his screen. The comments were starting to decrease as the numerous zeros finally rolled to a stop.

Ninaxoxo: Damn finished already?! Willing to let me jump on your bones?! DM me when horny lmao 😘

With that, Min Yoongi a famous producer and secret camboy had found another willing customer.

He smirked.

Meanwhile, a tall man sat bored in the police station, replaying the previous scene in his head as if it where some clip from a random action packed movie.

He liked how the guy was wheeled off into an ambulance and how people were shouting with him. But in reality they weren't shouting at with him, they were screaming at the young boy.

He didn't like how she was cuffed and shoved into the back of the police car. She was innocent but, only he knew that.

"Name."

"Kim Taehyung." He stated as he gripped onto the table, anxiously fiddling with the metal bolts. He needed to calm down. He'd been through the process before.

Taehyung felt trapped. Trapped under the intensity of the man's gaze. Trapped under his father. Trapped under life.

"Twenty-one years old."

He felt like he'd been running in a dark empty room, searching for a light that could show him the way out. Unfortunately, he'd been feeling a lot different, confusing emotions. Happiness and freedom were not one of them.

"Parents." With just a phrase, Taehyung grew weak. What parents? Sure, a woman who abandoned her children and an alcoholic could work.

"...I don't have them..."

The young man itched to scratch at the bruises on his face; he felt horrible for lying but what else could he say.

An abusive man and a woman who abandoned her children for a younger man didn't fit the title 'parents'. A sister who was depressed couldn't quite be part of a 'family'. A half-dead sister wouldn't quite bear being in a family.....

With that, Taehyung quickly averted his gaze and fully spaced out.

"Kim. Kim Taehyung."

An officer came and unlocked the small cell he sat in, "You're a lucky boy. A friend has come to bail you out."

Of course, Taehyung knew what friend it was, it was the friend that always came since that first time he became a well-known visitor to the jail cell.

Taehyung was lead out rather forcefully by another officer, only to meet a pair of squinted, disappointed eyes.

The friend stood by the entrance and leant against the open door, not caring if he was letting any cold air in. He was too tired to even bother closing it.

"Hi, hyung..." Taehyung cheerily grinned as the officer grabbed the keys of his utility belt and set his wrists free.

Without replying, the elder turned around and walked out of the police station. He didn't know what to say, what to do.

How was he supposed to react to every single time?

It was a silent drive home, the thunder and rain making up for the lost conversations. Namjoon looked up into the rearview mirror, analysing Taehyung's next move like a hawk.

"I'm sorry, hyung." The younger said at last as he broke the silence.

"I know." was Namjoon's response, returning his gaze to the lowly populated main road.

Taehyung managed a smile. He had gotten away with it again.

With that, he went back to continue the small finger-drawn picture on the steamed up window.

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I'm sorry for the story being late 😓

Life has been horrible to me and my friend as they have started to think about committing suicide.

Please pray that she'll overcome her demons and depression...

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