... And Other Ships

JungHope: Teach Me

Wealthy people crowded the bar, making nineteen-year-old Hoseok feel very claustrophobic as he sipped his free water. 

He had on the nicest clothes he owned: tight black ripped jeans hugged his thighs, grey long-sleeve V-neck showing off his collar bones tastefully. His orange hair was slightly messy, catching the eyes off a few men and women around him. 

The poor boy was at the bar for what he called "duty" -- he sold his body for money. 

All the money he gained from the last client was gone; he ran out last week, but was too afraid to whore himself out again. But he had to feed himself and his little brother, Yoongi; hunger gnawed at Hoseok's stomach as he sat on the barstool, attempting to look appealing. 

A man sat down next to Hoseok and ordered himself a beer. He was rather beautiful; a puffy white shirt wrapped around his biceps and showed much of his toned chest (were those tattoos?), black slacks did their best to hold in his thighs. The man's chocolate-brown hair was parted to the side, his equally-brown eyes big and round. Silver piercings adorned his ears. 

The man flashed Hoseok a dazzling smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. "What's a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this?" 

His voice dripped like honey. 

Hoseok hummed and leaned towards him, turning on his bedroom-eyes. "Take me home and find out, sir," he purred. 

The man seemed taken aback as he sipped his beer. His cheeks turned pink and he cut off eye contact. "I was just...gonna buy you a, a drink. I...my name's Jungkook," he coughed, staring down at his beer.

Hoseok nearly flung himself backwards as he sat up straight, reverting back to his usual timid self. He never had a reaction like that before; he had no idea what to do. 

"Oh, um...I'm Hoseok." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm really sorry. I just...I'm sorry," he stuttered, bringing his hands to his lap and avoiding Jungkook's eyes. 

Jungkook sniffled a little bit, taking in a deep breath. "It's alright, I just..." he braced himself, "You're a prostitute, aren't you?" 

He didn't mean to sound so harsh, but it was a lot nicer than how Hoseok viewed the profession. 

The younger nodded shamefully. "It's not my choice. It's the only way I can get money for me and my brother," he mumbled, not trying to hide the disgust and shame he felt every day.

Jungkook cleared his throat. "Listen, I think you're really cute, honestly. But I don't do one-night stands or anything like that." His eyes lit up with an idea. "How about we go get burgers, then head back to my place? I'm lonely and I want someone to at least cuddle with. I'll pay you big."

It was odd to Hoseok. There he was, offering up his body to rich old men to do who knows what to him, and Jungkook was going to pay him lots of money? Also, he was going out on a date with this guy. Essentially, Hoseok was Jungkook's boyfriend for the night; the younger couldn't argue with that. 

He smiled a close-lipped smile as Jungkook paid for his beer (which he only took two sips of). "Um, I would like that." 

Jungkook smiled and held out his hand for Hoseok. "I'd like that, too."

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Jungkook's house -- well, penthouse -- was very beautiful. It was two levels and decorated very elegantly. Despite its museum-like appearance, it still gave off the vibe that an almost-twenty-five-year-old lived there; it had a slight messiness to it that put Hoseok at ease. 

He was so thankful Yoongi was spending the night with his friend; he would have felt worse for staying with Jungkook otherwise.

At the burger place, Hoseok told the older man a lot about his situation. He believed that he could trust him; he denied sex, so how bad could he possibly be? Besides, Jungkook told Hoseok a lot about himself, as well.