little ¦ yooncentric

pjm - Pale Skin (pt. 1)

Title: Pale Skin laced with Bruises

Chapters: 1/9

By: yoongishi

Plot: Yoongi has trouble making it in this harsh world but it's all okay because returning home in the morning with a bed to sleep on and food on the table makes him feel like he's finally doing something right.

Even if he ends up with broken lips and purple markings on his hips.

Contains: Prostitution, Sexual Abuse, Dubious Consent, Angst, Alcohol, Fluff, BrothelsAlternate Universe - College/University, Love Triangles, platonic yoonjin - Freeform, Happy Ending

Ship: YoonMin (MYG, PJM)

A/N: I will add more tags along the way. Sorry if it sucks.

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The contact of skin on skin was disgusting. Sometimes they were too rough and other times they were too worried he would break. He wasn't a fragile porcelain doll he told them and once those words left his mouth, the careful touches and soft gazes turned into purple bruises and lustful eyes. He didn't regret it. He just took it because he deserved it. He deserved his hair pulled into tight fists and the tears that fell down his face. He didn't deserve love and long-lasting relationships. He deserved quick fucks and one-night stands filled with disgusting amounts of lube and condom wrappers strewn all over the floor. He deserved nothing but scum.

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"Yoongi? You home?" Seokjin called. A soft grunt from the living room was an indicator that translated to yes, I am. Jin placed the bag with styrofoam boxes of food on the table and hung his coat on a chair.

"I bought some take out from a nearby place, come eat if you'd like," He smiled.

Yoongi shifted from his laying position and went over to the table, opening the plastic bag and taking out the boxes, while Jin got some paper plates and plastic silverware. They usually ate in silence as the television played at low volume. Neither of them really minded it but sometimes it was a little deafening, like today.

Yoongi was wearing a white t-shirt, a little oversized, but it fit him in a way. A purple marking peaked a little above the collar of the shirt.

After a few seconds of fidgeting, "Yoongi, how's work?" Jin asked worriedly.

Yoongi shrugged, "It's fine, I guess. Every day is kinda the same,"

"A-Are you sure they aren't being too rough with you?"

Yoongi followed Jin's eyes and realised that Jin had brought up this conversation because he wasn't very careful in hiding his client's markings. He pulled at the shirt a bit, hiding it under the soft white fabric.

"...Yoongi?"

Yoongi sighed, "Look Jin, it's nothing. If they were too rough, I'd tell 'em,"

Jin looked back down at his food, eating a little quicker than he usually does, just to get out of this because suddenly, the air became suffocating.

Jin knew about Yoongi and his work. Jin didn't mind the work itself. He had no right to judge anyone for taking up this type of job but the fact that Yoongi, his best friend since middle school, was doing this. Of course, he had to be a little worried. He'll probably never get used to this.

Yoongi remembers the first time he told Jin about this. Jin wouldn't stop asking how he was every hour of the day, even skipping his own work to take care of Yoongi when the client too far. Jin was a great friend and was a bit of a mother figure to him. They took care of each other but with Yoongi selling himself almost every night, Jin sometimes wishes he could have done a little more.