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. . . .