Hustlers || Taekook

Chapter 9

Jimin stared dully into the mirror, taking in his haggard, empty, haunted appearance, the grey tinge circling his eyes and the ugly patch of purple and red beneath the skin of his cheek. The dim, senseless light ghosting through the room just barely gave Jimin the sight to stare at his reflection. He lifted a hand up to his face, eyes inevitably flicking to the dark ringed indents around his thin wrist. When had he gotten so thin? He touched the bruise lightly, contemplatively, and watched the muscles in his cheeks twitch in an instinctive wince of pain.

Yoongi had been in a bad mood since Jimin had first told him about what happened with Mr Jeon. Jimin let his hand drop, brushing the finger shaped bruises pressed into his hips, telling himself it was unavoidable. But this time it went on a bit longer than usual.

He thought about it. Since then... Jungkook and Taehyung would've been dating for two weeks now. He wondered if Jungkook was still head over heels like he'd been the last time Jimin saw him.

Come to think of it, it was Jungkook's birthday today. Jimin thought about sending a short 'happy birthday' text, but discarded the idea with a humourless smile. Jungkook didn't want and didn't need to hear from him. If Jungkook just forgot about this best friend's existence slowly, bit by bit, it'd be for the best.

He hoped Taehyung would do something nice for Jungkook for his twentieth birthday, to make up for Jimin's absence if nothing else.

Jimin dressed slowly, at a rhythm-less, unhurried pace, buttoning his white dress shirt as he stood in front of the mirror, fastening a belt around the slim black slacks that threatened to slip off his narrow hips. Maybe he should start working out again. Maybe he should start eating properly again. He stared at himself in the dusty, slanted mirror, his appearance gradually made more presentable with each piece of clothing added to the mask of alertness and order, hiding away the blue and purple spots lacing down his body. He fastened the first button of his blazer and ran a careful hand through his hair, trying to make the wind swept look seem intentional, rather than the tousled result of being pressed against the mattress. He hesitated before picking up the small jar of concealer always placed within reach, and exhaled tiredly, giving in and dabbing some over his bruise to brush away any evidence.

Jimin crossed the room and pushed open the door, adding a brisk, purposeful stride to his gait as he exited the room, heading out towards the casino area.

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"T-Taehyung," Jungkook gasped out, struggling to connect two thoughts together as Taehyung hummed, lips vibrating against his shoulder blade, sharp hips snapping almost painfully against his ass.

"Yeah." Taehyung murmured silkily, not really intoning it as a question. Jungkook felt his shaking arms give way and he pitched forward into the mattress, laboured breath escaping his lungs in a rush. He turned his face to the side to breathe, hands gripping the sheets as his back curved down into the mattress, barely having the strength to push himself back up again, moaning mindlessly as Taehyung growled, low and brief. Jungkook arched his back upwards instinctively into Taehyung's touch as the hot, roaming fingers ran up the length of his spine, leaving behind a trail of fire. Jungkook whined in a gasping, pathetic way as Taehyung shifted his grip on his hips and tugged him backwards sharply, pulling him further down on his dick, impossibly deeper. Jungkook at this point had completely forgotten what he was going to say.

"I- you- ugh. " Jungkook choked out as Taehyung leant down, smothering his shaking, weak body with his own, the overwhelming warmth enveloping him whole, filling his entire world with blinding heat and pleasure. "What are- you doing?"

"It's a bit late to ask that question, isn't it? But if you haven't quite realised yet - birthday sex. It's pretty much a requirement." Taehyung explained slowly, smoothly, low voice melting over Jungkook's ears as he whispered them into Jungkook's neck, hot breath fanning over his skin. Jungkook whimpered and rubbed his aching cock against the mattress in little, shunting movements, feeling tears prick at his eyes at the heat coiling in his lower stomach and numbing his mind.