[COMPLETED]
𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞
through chaos as it swirls, its us against the world.
where two alpha ceos hate each other's guts.
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𝐭𝐨𝐩! 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠
𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦! 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐮𝐤
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"throw me in the deep end and watch me drown."
[hetero sex and triggering themes]
taehyung was frustrated. sexually frustrated. and jacking off inside his soundproof bathroom wasn't helping. he needed some sort of a relief and he needed it as soon as possible.
sex really wasn't something that taehyung enjoyed from within but it was enough to lull him into sleep. to make him forget things he never wanted to remember again.
the bleaker part of seoul was probably the place, the elites dodge and indulge at the same time. hand-me-down cloth stores, dilapidated buildings and arrays of brothels. this part of the so called utopian seoul woke after midnight, the streets crawling with trash cans and stray cats and the brothels filled with anticipating souls.
the soundless moans and the sensual latino music seeped through his veins as taehyung moved the strings of beads and refracted crystals, stepping inside the room. the glaring red lights made it impossible to make out the colour of the peeling walls, a huge bed in the centre of the room and an attached bathroom.
a young girl was leaning against the wall, brown hair cascading in front of her bare breasts, subtly covering them, a pair of hot pink shorts covering her lower part. her forest green eyes swept through taehyung's body as he removed his hoodie, only in his thin tee shirt.
"i'd like to keep my shirt on if you don't mind." taehyung said as he stood before the prostitute, hands on her smooth waist, tucking a lock behind her ear. an angry red gash appeared just underneath her jawbone. a hidden flaw. taehyung didn't quite understand what was it with people and hiding their flaws. they would've been ten times more beautiful if people had flaunted their flaws out for everyone to see. maybe then, this judgemental society wouldn't have existed.
the smell of sweet meadows and honey wafted in the air.
a beta.
those stark green eyes stared into his, her calloused hand slithering on the back of his neck.
" a trueblood."
sweet.
that was how her voice was. as sweet as the honey she smelt of. as sweet as he whole face, her whole being. but how bitter was her profession to the world. the irony of life.
