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jimin was on his hands and knees, moaning loudly as his ass was getting pounded into. his back arched as the fifty year-old man kept getting at his prostate, and his figure shook as profanities left them both. sweat was pouring from the younger boys black hair onto his forehead, as the well-known knot was forming in the pit of his stomach, his orgasm pretty much spilling out of his cock from the amount of precum, and feeling the old man groan in time with the sensation of warm liquid, jimin lost it and covered the red and gold bedsheets beneath him.

he always found it easier to orgasm with cocaine in his system.

"th-that was g-great sir." jimin panted as he tried to compose self, standing up to go to the bathroom, the old man laughing and complimenting how good he was, specifically at the way how his plump lips and his hollowed out cheeks gave him the best night of his life when he saw the younger on his knees, jimin falsely agreeing as he enters the bathroom and locked the door.

he just had to keep his act on for a little while longer, as jimin is a member of hope's mafia; hope being the well renowned jung hoseok. jimin is the hostess figure in the gang, his seduction piercing through all of his so called "lovers", in which he often met at high-class balls and parties. he would get the low life men, or even women on the off chance, around his pinky finger for what he wanted, wether being in a submissive or dominant way for what he or more like what hoseok wanted.

jimin and the gang leader met as jimin was stood at the side of a road trying to sell himself for the second time that night, it being far too late for anybody sane to be awake but nonetheless hoseok pulled over, eyes widening at the clearly tearful boy, covered in a mixture of blue and purple hickeys across his collar bones, his chocker and dress shirt not being the best cover. the man just needed money; he didn't even have his own home so often went from house to house, them offering to wash his garments while he showered.

hoseok beeped as jimin smiled seeing his next customer, being delightful with the black sports car infront of him. placing himself into the car, he tilted his body ninety degrees to bow slightly and greet the young man, "hello sir, where are you going to take me?" jimin smiled as his eyes formed into crescents, his attitude being of which an innocent child. "i'm just going to drive, as there are a gang getting ready to rape and kill you, and added to the fact you clearly are under the influence of something, you'd have been fucked. don't turn around, but in the side mirrors you can see one man on the roof, another at the end of the gallery 45 degrees east from him, and another six men spread across two cars both parked a couple of metres away," hoseok replied nonchalantly as he immediately spread across to the younger males lap to open the glove box, reaching for a black item no bigger than a bottle cap, the circle welding a smaller red one in the center, "you here often?" hoseok said as he scanned his eyes upon the three mirrors giving him eye sight of his surroundings.

jimin was held aback, ready to leave the car at an instant, fear crawling into his system fast, "yes, it's where i get the majority of my business from." hoseok slightly sniggered to himself, opening his car window and throwing the small object to where the two cars were parked, "well, it won't be now." the male stated instantly hitting the accelerate away from the area, jimin turning in his seat in time with the sound of an explosion and the roar of flame.

"fuck,fuck, fuck... why did you do that? we're going to go to jail for like, ever! stop the car now and let me out!" jimin panted as he started to hyperventilate, "who the fuck are you?"

hoseok smirked, monotonous introducing himself while vastly cutting through different red lights and lanes, "jung hoseok, the leader of the hope gang, and the man who just saved your life. you?"

"park. just park."

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