Seokjin had never felt a single caress of love as far as he could recount. His parents were long gone from their title and his brother was never quite in touch with the reality clouding him. People who claimed to be his friends were mere leeches gravitated towards his family's wealth and his handsomeness. His only solace was Min Yoongi, the only person who offered him haven. However, when Yoongi faced a dreadful car accident and went into the abyss of a coma, Seokjin loses sanity for a few months, jumping from alcohol to nicotine to every possible way to wreck himself. Unfortunately and fortunately, he did not find relief in any of those short-lived remedies. So he did the unthinkable, or atleast in his case, and hired a private escort, V. There was something about his fiery touches, his sinous hands and the intensity of his stares that made Seokjin crumble and heal at the same time. If only Seokjin knew his nightly ventures would create such a sinful wreckage out of the two of them. . . .

A story about self discovery; to enter one's soul to find healing, acceptance and one's truth, but... it wouldn't be so bad to maybe have a little bit of help. *DISCLAIMER* I graduated with a Master's degree in Web Browsing specializing in Google and Youtube. Although there are a ton of factual points in this story, I am not at all a professional with any of the topics in this fic. So, please don't take anything so seriously. This is a medical taejin fanfic! Haha, take it easy on me, lol. Also, mature scenes (smut) included. 🔞