Seokjin lives with an abusive family that sells his body off to people in order to do business
Namjoon got an offer from a few business men saying they'll give him the best night of his life.
- A lot of cursing, and I don't know if I'll do smut or n...
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3rd point of view 𑁍Jin 𑁍
"fuck.."
"fuck."
"fuck why do i miss him?!" Seokjin cried out in tears in his head. Ragged covers covering his limp, bruised body.
He saw Jimin packing his stuff, not telling him a thing as he left with everything he owned
When Seokjin said everything, he meant fucking everything. It was like the short male was permanently leaving, like he was moving houses. It scared Seokjin, he knew he wouldn't have Namjoon back. It was haunting him, he only knew the rapper for a few days yet he here he is. Crying over him
"get him out of your head.." he would whisper to himself sometimes when he would have those nights with clients, it scared the fuck out of the other but the pleasure made them distracted. Seokjin never came, Namjoonwas like a prevention
Seokjin would just sometimes jack himself off thinking of destroying the shorter, grabbing his hips and teasing him until the younger begged for his touches. Ramming into him even after the other came, he wanted to do anything just to see his face red and sweaty face
Seokjin also wanted to see his dimpled smile again, his pearl white teeth shining. The elder never heard his laugh, which made him even more upset. He felt as he was missing out, there was still half more of Namjoon to see. Yet, Seokjin may never see it.
The only person he blamed was himself, he was the one who agreed to letting Jimin have him, touch him, live with him.
Sometimes he would get so desperate the clients who would usually top he would dom them into bottoming, trying to imagine it was Namjoon. Although it never worked.
Oh, and the women? He no longer interacted with them. He didn't care about the abuse he would get, he couldn't stick his dick inside a woman's private anymore. He was straight up gay, Namjoon just enhanced it.
Now here he is, crying his orbs out just like any night he would overthink. He wanted to see the male, so so bad. He barely knew him, but he wanted to know him so bad. He wanted to hear his laugh, he wanted to see what his favorite food was so he could cook it for him, he wanted to watch his favorite movie with him.
Yet, none of that would happen.
All cause of a deal.
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i hope you liked this chapter! i might be putting more of these author talks or whatever because it's fun
that's sounds little corny but um i hoped you liked the song i put 😏
