When a naive escort is in desperate need of money, falls into the rightful hands of the two most feared men in the world.
Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok.
Warning: Contains drug use, smut, angst, *some* bdsm and topics that may be sensitive to some reade...
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Chapter 3
Interruption
He knocked lightly on the door.
Almost immediately, the door swung open. There stand, the man himself.
His thick, dark, brown hair neatly parted (with the help of a lot of gel) to the side. His smooth, chiseled jaw, seemingly as sharp as a blade. His large, heart-shaped eyes screamed warmth and welcoming but the cunning manipulation of the dark pools were also a death trap to any who fell into the trance of staring into them.
His bony, pale hands, weighed down by heavy, metal rings. Eleven rings placed upon each hand, making his hands stand out against his black suit. Open wounds dug deep into the skin of his knuckles, tracing along the veins on the back of his hand. A Rolex Daytona and a Patek Philippe wrapped around his wrists, accompanied with diamond and emerald bracelets. Scars scattered across his features, enhancing the 'Drug Lord' aesthetic. His posture was that of a Prince. His elegance and mannerism never ceased to amaze Yoongi.
After all, he was one of the most dangerous leaders in the world. His merciless behaviour was somewhat... attractive to Yoongi. The way he took lives like it was a given, the way he organised mass shooting's. Wealthy, evil, greedy-
"Baabe~"
Despite all this, he always seemed under Yoongi's power.
They were equals, don't get me wrong. Both held the same power, want and desire. However, Yoongi carried an intimidating aura that could never be matched. Even by Jung Hoseok himself.
Yoongi lazily greeted his boyfriend as he was gestured by the latter to enter.
"How'd it go with Irene?" Hoseok asked, swiftly closing the door with his foot and turning to face the older.
"She's dead" Yoongi huffed, loosening his tie and shrugging off his blazer. Hoseok's eyes grew wide at his partner in crime, quite literally.
"Well fuck..." he mumbled as he made his way to a large glass cabinet that contained only the finest liquor.
He began pouring two glasses of cold whiskey, then held it out for the other male to take. "A drink?" Hoseok questioned, "Must've been tiring, dealing with with a traitor like that... so much energy" he trailed.
Yoongi hummed in acknowledgement as he received the alcohol from the younger then finally finding a comfortable spot on Hoseoks king-sized bed, his head now resting against the brown-haired boy's headboard.
"Her fault", Yoongi scoffed, gulping down his whiskey.
"Indeed" Hoseok placed himself besides his boyfriend. "Indeed she did". They began giggling at one another.
Yoongi slowly began leaning towards the other male that rested beside him.
Hoseok hummed in satisfaction as their lips connected seamlessly. Yoongi lightly bit the lattes lower lip, deepening the kiss. A faint taste of alcohol and cigarettes on their tongues. Both relishing in the sweet flavour.
A loud bursts of knocks vibrated through the room, interrupting them.
"Oh for fucks sake" Hoseok chose to ignore the soft voice from the other side, hoping the knocking would cease if she figured they were busy.
Much to their dismay, the door flung open. Revealing a tall and handsome young man with a playful smile plastered on his face. Catching the boys off-guard.
"Sup dickheads!" Taehyung greeted, smirking that he had forced the couple to postpone their little make-out session.
"The fuck do you want, tae?" Yoongi groined, falling back into his original seating position.
"Fuckin' hell. Manners." Taehyung rolled his eyes, but nonetheless, carried on. "The gala that is happening in two days time, I wanted to discuss the guests with you... perhaps, you would be intrigued as to what toy-boys I have listed" he tapped the side of his temple, only to run and jump onto his friend's bed, causing both Hoseok and Yoongi to sigh deeply.
Yoongi rubbed his head in annoyance, realising the dreaded party he was hosting for potential, future clients. Also to celebrate his earnings of course.
"I completely forgot about that, why the fuck did I choose to host that shit" Yoongi grunted, shifting his body so he could see Taehyung more.
Taehyung disregarded his words, "want me to go over the plans and who is also scheduled to come?" He questioned as he raised his eyebrow.
Yoongi closed his eyes gently, lifting up his index finger, signalling the youngest to continue.
Taehyung began listing potential clients, business opportunities. "There will also be Jeon Jeongguk, though... I already have my eyes set on him. There is also Kim Seokjin. Very handsome and fragile" Placing his pen back into his pocket he stood up from the Ravenette's bed.
"What about us?" Hoseok asked, bringing a glass to his lips.
"Oh you need'nt worry sir Jung", a smirk tugged at Taehyung's lips. "I have a special reserve just for you..."
"Why just us?"
"Well... I have a feeling that you will be very determined to keep him all to yourself", running his tongue across his bottom lip.
Yoongi and Hoseok both hummed in sync, both intrigued as to what the latter had to offer.
"When will we meet him then?" Yoongi immediately asks, anticipation building for the male that is saved specially for him and his partner.
"Are you free now?" Taehyung smiles, slowly reaching for the older males door, reaching for the golden handle and unlocking the door so he could finally show whoever was waiting behind it, ever-so patiently.
"I present to you, the prettiest and most desired prostitute" the younger grinned and stepped aside, revealing the young, fragile boy that looked down nervously, playing with his fingers.
"Park Jimin~"
A/N: I haven't finalised this yet! Let me know if there are any mistakes (; x
