Invisible | Yoonmin

Four

"Hey sweet cakes." Jimin smirked and slid into the familiar lap.

The man grinned and instantly wrapped an arm around his waist possessively, pushing Jimin's chest further into his.

"Baby doll." He purred, letting his eyes roam over the man's outfit for the night.

A tight fitting, red dress, with black stilettos and a pretty black choker wrapped around his delicate neck. "You looking for some fun tonight?"

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. And I found just what I was looking for."

"Oh? Where?" Jimin teased, wrinkling his nose playfully and winking at the man.

"Right here." Jimin squealed and giggled as the man grabbed his ass and squeezed it.

Hyungil, a man who had more money than he knew what to do with. One of Jimin's most frequent visitors, and the prostitute would admit that he was his most loyal customer. The man made sure to come around at least once every two weeks, and pay for a full night.

He liked Jimin to be soft, playful. Coy but shy. Like a young schoolgirl.

And Jimin played the part beautifully.

Hyungil wasn't bad in bed, but he wasn't the best, but Jimin didn't really care, since his pocket was always full at the end of the night with everything he needed and more.

It was nights like these that he remembered why he didn't completely hate his life.

He knew that he would be taken out somewhere fancy, taken shopping in the most expensive district in town, and then taken to the penthouse suite of a five star hotel and fucked until he couldn't think straight.

Didn't sound too bad for him.

However, movement to his right caught his eye, and he turned his head, ever so slightly, just in time to see one of his friends and coworkers, Misa, be dragged from the room. He sighed regretfully and slid from the seat. "Don't go too far, sweet cheeks, I'm not done with you." He teased.

"And where do you think you're going?" Jimin evaded the man's hands as he tried to grab him and pull him onto his lap once more.

"Sorry sweet cheeks, duty calls. Won't be longer than a few minutes. I'll give you a special present later?"

That seemed to hold over the man, and Jimin took his chance to dash out of the room and into a back alleyway, where his friend had been taken.

He saw her against a wall to his left, her would be customer pinning her there. Jimin growled and walked over, gently tapping the man on his shoulder.

"Hello, pumpkin." Jimin mused when the man turned to face him.

"Who are--" But the man didn't have a chance to speak anything more before Jimin's fist was flying into his jaw. Jimin scowled down at the man, kicking him in the ribs before he could stand once more and made sure that the man stayed down.

"Rules are that you pay to get, not to take." Jimin spat out. "It's obvious that you can't afford her services, so don't even for a second, think that you can just take what you want. Now get out of here before I call someone you really don't want to meet."

"You fucking bitch--" Jimin gasped as the man grabbed his ankle and dragged him down to the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

He groaned and rolled over, standing quickly, but was shoved back down. "You're nothing but a filthy whore! You're selling yourself, and you think that you're better than me? Give me a break!" Jimin grunted as something connected with his abdomen, the man's foot.

"J-jimin!"

"Call Papi!" Jimin shouted at her, moving away from the man as he moved to administer another blow to the prostitute. "Now!" He shouted, staggering to his feet, his heels making balance a little harder than usual.

Jimin squared off against the man, who was ready to lunge at him at any time.

Jimin saw Misa run inside and relaxed slightly, knowing that she was going to be safe from this. "You just lost me a good night, whore." The man sneered and Jimin sighed, shaking his head.

"Men like you never learn. Just because we're whores doesn't mean that we're yours to just take and use how you want. We're too good for that. Too good for scum like you." Jimin smirked as the man glowered at him, lunging forward.

Jimin let him grab him and slam his back into the brick wall behind them. He groaned as the rough material dug into his back, knowing that there would be several angry red marks there from his bare skin digging into the wall.

He glared at the man before him just as a fist came flying at his face, connecting with his upper cheek.

His face was whipped sideways from the force of the blow and Jimin could taste the blood on his tongue.

But he merely laughed in response. The man holding him against the wall gave him a look and Jimin smiled, shaking his head. "You just had to go for the face, didn't you? He hates it when you go for the face."

"Wh--"

"It seems that we have a bit of a problem here, don't we?" Jimin turned, smiling at the man that had entered the alley.

"Took you long enough."

"That's no way to talk to your Daddy, now is it?"

"Shut the fuck up and come help me."