Two years later...
"Ah, fuck, there! Right there!"
Yoongi closed his eyes as the dark-haired male arched above him, nails digging into his chest as he clenched around Yoongi's cock.
If he closed his eyes, he could pretend it was someone else.
If he didn't listen too closely, he could still hear his sweet, breathy sighs.
The man slumped down beside him with a sigh, tangling their legs together beneath the sheets as he kissed Yoongi's jawline.
He didn't come.
Again.
Not that the other even noticed.
He couldn't remember the last time he found pleasure in sex.
"Do you mind?" Taemin asked, waving a packet of cigarettes in his face, to which Yoongi shook his head. "I don't care," he muttered, sliding out of the bed and padding his way, naked, into the bathroom, closing the door solidly behind him. He stood beneath the shower, the water so scalding it turned his pale skin a deep pink.
Not that he could feel it.
He hadn't been feeling much of anything lately.
Half-towelling himself dry, he walked back into the bedroom, still naked, and found a clean pair of grey sweatpants. Not bothering with underwear, he pulled them up, sitting on the end of the bed as he towel dried his black hair. "So," Taemin draped himself over his back, reeking of cigarettes. "What do you want to do today?" Yoongi wrinkled his nose. "First, you're going to shower," he said, glancing over his shoulder at the man. "You fucking stink. Then, we have an appointment at the clinic."
"What time?" Taemin asked, pulling back with a slight frown.
"Seven," Yoongi answered, standing up & pulling on a plain, black t-shirt. "The doctor owes me a few... favours, so I managed to get us in when everyone leaves. We'll have full privacy. Be ready, we leave at six-thirty."
"I still don't get why I need to go," Taemin pouted. "We've been fucking bareback for so long, you know I'm clean."
"You know why it's necessary," Yoongi snapped. "Now shower. Go."
"Fine," Taemin groaned, rolling off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.
The bathroom door was barely shut before Yoongi was grabbing his phone, unlocking it and logging straight into Instagram. Pulling up the Gucci France account, he scrolled down until he found what he was looking for. He was still the most beautiful man Yoongi had ever seen.
Jimin was dressed in a suit and tie, his blonde hair swept off his forehead as he leaned forward on his knees, a slight smirk on his face as he looked at something out of view of the camera lens.
He was intimidating.
Sexy.
Every bit the icon, taking over the fashion world.
Gucci France:
Park Jimin headed to Seoul Fashion Week,
For the launch of the Vante 2019 spring collection.
Follow us for more details.
Yoongi swallowed hard as he looked at the photo. He looked... different. So much more confident than the sweet, shy boy who'd left him two years ago.
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FanfictionTired of being a virgin, Jimin hires escort Yoongi to be his first lover. When the first time isn't enough, Jimin finds himself spiralling into a cycle of love for hire. Can a relationship, built on a foundation of sex for money, really work? A/N: P...