Richest man

Taehyung sank to a crouch, his hand trembling

slightly as it threaded through his tousled hair.

He could feel his heart slamming against his

ribcage, and his face was a blushing mess.

He was big.

Taehyung shook his head before staring at the wad

of money. He slowly counted the bills. Five thousand dollars?! Who walks around with five

grand in their pockets ?!

Taehyung couldn't believe his eyes. He had earned

a three-month salary within minutes!

He remembered Jungkook slipping something into

his pants and glanced at it. Written in elegant,

bold letters was the man's name: Jeon jungkook

Hastily, Taehyung dressed himself. Even with a

ripped shirt, he looked overdressed. He tucked

the money and business card into his pocket

before leaving, but it hurt too much to walk with an erection.

He gave up and locked himself in a

bathroom stall, unzipping his pants and letting

his erection spring free. He looked at himself, flustered and embarrassed.

I'm not a teenager anymore! Yet he felt just as

Vulnerable.

Taehyung took deep breaths, trying to distract

himself, but every time he closed his eyes, he

felt jungkook's lingering presence and heard his

husky voice echoing in his mind.

The memory of jungkook's magnetic presence flooded Taehyung's

senses, making his erection even more painful.

Am I really going to do it here?

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?' He could almost

hear the echo of jungkook's commanding voice.

Taehyung surrendered to the overwhelming urge,

his hand instinctively wrapping around hislength.

Jungkook's devilishly handsome face

lingered in his mind, every detail etched vividly:

the way his eyes bore into him through dark

lashes, the confident smirk playing on his lips,

the commanding tone that sent shivers down

Taehyung's spine.

With each stroke, Taehyung's breath

quickened, his body responding eagerly to the

fantasy playing out in his mind.

Dragging his fingertips across his chest, Taehyung

attempted to recreate the sensations of jungkook's

touch, tracing imaginary paths along his skin.

He bit his lower lip, stifling the soft moans that

threatened to escape, his eyes rolling back as he

lost himself in the pleasure of his own touch.

As the climax approached, Taehyung's grip

tightened, his body trembling with anticipation.

He spilled into his waiting hand, the intensity

of his release washing over him in powerful

waves.

He continued to move his hand, his

body twitching and jerking uncontrollably until,

finally spent, he released his grip.

Taehyung leaned heavily against the door, his chest

heaving to catch his breath.

"Shit," he muttered to himself, the

embarrassment hitting him all at once.

If it felt this good jerking off to him, he couldn't

fathom how good the real thing would be.

Taehyung

stiffened, chasing away the thought. He couldn't

allow himself to dwell on thoughts of jungkook

any longer.

It was pointless since he would

never see him again.

He looked up at his reflection, taking

in the disheveled appearance staring back

at him.

His hair was a mess, his cheeks were

still flushed pink, and his eyes were dilated.

It

looked like he had just rolled out of bed and hadthe best night of his life.

It's the alcohol, Taehyung tried to convince himself.

It has to be.

He found Ha-eun standing in the hallway,

counting cash. She heard footsteps approaching

and gasped, running to Taehyung in her impossibly

tall stilettos. At this point, Taehyung was certain she

could defy the laws of physics.

"Taehyunh!" she exclaimed, her hand reaching out

to rest on his arm. He flinched slightly, his body

still sensitive from earlier. "Are you okay?"

Ha-eun's gaze flickered down to his torn shirt,

then back up to his flushed face. "And why is

your face so red?" Her brows formed one. "And

why do you look like you just had the best sex of

your life?"

"Il tell you everything later, but can we get out

of here first?"

Her mouth dropped open, and she let out

a nasal noise. "You didn't. You did!" she

exclaimed.

"Later," Taehyung begged.

They went to the changing rooms. Once inside,

they shed their provocative attire, exchanging it

for more modest clothing.

When Taehyung stepped

out, he couldn't help but notice the shift in

atmosphere. He was met with hostile and

jealous glares from the other strippers, their

resentment practically tangible.

Taehyung pretended

not to notice. He and ha-eun went to the counter

to settle their debt for the broken bottle.

The bartender, clearly impressed, counted the

last hundreds.

"Well, I'l be damned. Nice work, newbie." Hethen turned his attention to ha-eun. "You should

bring this one back."

"He already has a sugar daddy," she winked.

"He's a filthy rich man. A total zaddy with a

huge size this b-"

Taehyung quickly lowered her hands before she

could demonstrate, quickly thanking the

barman before pulling his best friend toward

the exit. She laughed, stopping him in his steps.

"What?" he asked.

"Bojo, remember?"

The bouncer looked like he was searching for

someone. Taehyung gulped. So much had happened

in one night, he had completely forgotten about

him. He didn't know how ha-eun managed to do

this every day.

"Right," Taehyung grumbled, allowing ha-eun to

guide him through the backdoor. To their

surprise, a taxi was parked conveniently at the

curb, almost as if it had been waiting for them.

"Well, isn't it our lucky day?" ha-eun exclaimed

with a grin as they climbed into the cab. Once

they were seated, ha-eun wouldn't stop asking

about the V.I.P. room.

"I gave him a lap dance," Taehyung replied stiffly,

keeping the details to himself. "Who is he

anyway?"

"No one other than the Jeon jungkook."

Taehyunh stared at her, clueless.

"He's one of the richest men in the city. He's so

rich, I heard he uses cash to burn fire."

Even the

cab driver seemed intrigued by her narration.

"He owns so many businesses, I can't even

name one of them!"

Taehyung raised a brow and deadpanned, "You don't

know any of them, do you?"

She dismissed him with a wave.

"That's not important. What's important is that

HE'S FILTHY RICH. I heard he even owns illegal

businesses."

Taehyung's brows pulled together. "What kind?"

"Dunno, you hear all kinds of rumors.

Brothels,

drugs, casinos, the usual criminal stuff," ha-eun

casually listed off, talking like those were

normal businesses. "Some people even say he

sells organs at The Red District."

Taehyung's eyes widened, and ha-eun quickly

interjected, "But those are just rumors," she

reassured. "If you look up online, his track

record is clean."

But Taehyung remained skeptical. Either jungkookwas

really innocent or he had enough money and

power to look it.

"Anyway, did he pay you?" ha-eun asked,

steering the subject.

Taehyung nodded faintly. Everything still felt

surreal.

"He tossed so much cash like it was nothing," he

whispered.

"He's Jeon jungkook," Ha-eun said as if his name

enough was self-explanatory.

A grin crept on

her face as she leaned in, nudging her best

friend in the ribs. "So, how big was he?"

"I didn't see it," Taehyung blurted out, feeling a flush

of embarrassment creeping up his neck. Ha-eun

rolled her eyes in response.

"But you've felt it. Was he big?"

Taehyung was hyper-aware of the taxi driver's

presence and could feel his hard gaze. He

looked out the window, wondering why his

heart was racing.

"Yeah," he finally admitted.

"How big?"

Huge.

"Above average? I don't know," he estimated

vaguely.

H-eun cackled. "Above average? Sweetie, above

average is an understatemnent, and you know it."

"Have you seen it?" Taehyung inquired, almost as if

they were talking about some mythical monster.

"Nah, he's never requested a private show with

me, but lots of the boys at the club have."

A frown. "Really?"

"He's a powerful man who loves sex. I mean, I

don't blame him. Have you seen him?"

"I didn't know he treated everyone the same,"

Taehyung murmured, letting his thoughts slip out.

Ha-eun had an impish grin. "Why? Are you

interested?"

"No, not a bit!""

"What are you going to do with all that money?"

"Give it to Hound when he comes to collect."

The smile on her face faded. "Do you still owe

him that much?"

"Ill probably be working another ten years

before I can pay it all off," Taehyung mumbled. Ten

years if he was optimistic, but he didn't want

H-eun to worry.

She had already done so much

for him.

Ha-eun rested her head on Taehyung's shoulder,

staring out the window at the blurry city lights.

The world became a hazy blue as they drove

down , and the tiredness hit her

at once. She let out a lioness yawn, her lids

growing heavy.

"If I were rich, I'd pay off all your debt and send

you back to college," ha-eun whispered softly,

her voice tinged with sincerity.

Taehyung smiled,

resting his chin on her head.

"Thanks," he murmured.

"I guess today was a good day for the both of

us.'

"Did something good happen to you?"

"A man came up to me and gave me money for

a taxi," she revealed, and Taehyung remembered

seeing her count cash. "He didn't even ask me

for a lap dance."

"He just gave you the money?"

"Yup."

"Does that happen often?"

"Never," she admitted. "I thought men were all

selfish, but I guess some are okay."

"We aren't that bad," Taehyung chuckled lightly.

Ha-eun shrugged, a faint smile touching her lips.

"I used to be one, so I would know."

As they left the city and drove deeper into the

suburbs, the bright lights slowly faded, and the

streets grew dark. Even the taxi driver seemed

unsure, occasionally glancing at Taehyung through

the rearview mirror as if expecting him to give

him different directions. When they finally

arrived at Taehyung's apartment building, ha-eun woke up.

"No!" she suddenly screeched like a hawk,

startling Taehyung as he tried to pay the taxi driver.

She threatened the driver, warning him that if

he took Taehyung's money, she would poke his eyes

out with her stilettos. She even offered to let him

check her criminal record if he didn't believe

her.

"You don't even have a criminal record,"

he

muttered under his breath, but the driver took

ha-eun's money instead. Taehyung thanked them

and got out of the car.

"Text mne when you get home."

Ha-eun blew air kisses through the window. The vehicle drove away and disappeared around the

corner. The last light vanished, and Taehyung turned

towards his rundown apartment with thoughts

of jungkook still racing through his mind.

He

remembered how jungkook felt when he pressed up against him, and he felt his heart race.

"Imagine not wearing any clothes. You'd like

that, wouldn't you?' jungkook's voice echoed in

his mind.

Taehyung gulped and quickly pushed the

thought away, but he couldn't help but think: I would.

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