I’m the whore.
𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲?
The bass from the club shook the floor like a second heartbeat, neon lights flashing against the mirrored walls of Jimin’s private room.
Jimin was perched lazily on the velvet sofa, one leg crossed over the other, sequined shirt slipping off his shoulder like an invitation nobody could refuse. He looked like sin dressed in glitter, a hooker who made his own rules.
Bogum sat across from him, restless, eyes burning holes into every inch of Jimin’s skin. He wanted to touch. God, he wanted to claim. But Jimin had already drawn the line, lips curled into a smirk that promised pleasure and punishment all at once.
Park Jimin
You want me, baby?
Jimin teased, voice syrupy sweet. He tapped his finger against his lips.
Park Jimin
Then you listen. You touch only where I allow. Otherwise—
He snapped his fingers in the air, sharp, like a queen dismissing her servant.
Bo Gum nodded too quickly, his hands trembling like a schoolboy caught sneaking into church. He shoved a wad of cash across the table, desperate, almost shaking.
Jimin laughed low, a sound that wrapped around the man’s throat like satin and barbed wire.
Park Jimin
Money’s not patience, sweetheart. I said my rules. Hands off unless I say so.
Bo Gum swallowed hard. His hands twitched with restraint, itching to grab, to take. But he didn’t dare. Not yet.
Jimin leaned forward and pressed his lips against Bo Gum’s mouth, slow at first, teasing, then deepening until the kiss turned sloppy, sinful, shameless. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey, and Jimin loved it. Loved the way men shook under his touch. Loved the control.
The client’s fists clenched at his sides, desperate to roam over Jimin’s curves. The urge to pin him down, to bend him over the dressing table, was written all over Bo Gum’s eyes.
Jimin’s mouth moved like he owned every second of it, sucking on Bo Gum’s bottom lip until the man groaned out loud. Bo Gum tried to reach for his waist, desperate to hold, to claim, but Jimin smacked his wrist away with a sharp little chuckle.
Park Jimin
Ah, ah. Didn’t I just say no touching? *Whispered against his lips, breath hot*
Park Jimin
Money doesn’t change the rules, baby. I do.
Bo Gum froze, tortured, his hands curling into fists. His entire body trembled with restraint.
Then Jimin broke the kiss, lips swollen, smirk curling wide. He tilted his head, whispering low
Park Jimin
You look like you’re dying *teased, his voice honeyed poison*
Park Jimin
Go on then, kiss me back. I’m feeling generous tonight.
The change was immediate. Bo Gum slammed him back against the wall, mouth crashing down with hunger that had been building too long. Their teeth clashed, tongues tangling, kisses spilling sloppy and breathless. His hands roamed desperately now waist, chest, thighs... until one finally cupped Jimin’s ass.
Jimin moaned, shameless and loud, arching into the touch.
Park Jimin
Oh, fuck… you finally got your toy, huh? *laughed between kisses, teeth nipping Bogum’s lip*
Park Jimin
Don’t break too fast, baby. I like them alive.
His fingers yanked Bo Gum’s shirt open, nails scraping over bare skin.
The room filled with the sound of gasps and wet kisses. Jimin tugged at Bo Gum’s hair, biting at his lip hard enough to draw a hiss. Bo Gum pressed him tighter against the wall, kissing down his neck with open-mouthed hunger, teeth grazing, tongue soothing the sting.
The room pulsed with heat until a phone started buzzing. Once. Twice. Then relentlessly. Neither wanted to stop. Jimin tugged Bogum’s hair to keep his mouth busy, but the buzzing cut through the air like a curse.
Bogum finally pulled away, breathless, fumbling for his phone. The second he saw the caller ID, his face drained.
Park Jimin
What? *asked, smirking at his panic*
Park Jimin
Your wife? Your boss? Or maybe Daddy found out where you’ve been spending his money?
Bogum glared, but his hands shook as he answered.
Park bo gum
📱H-Hello? Hyung *voice trembling*
？？？
📱Where the hell are you?
The voice demanded, low and venomous. No greeting, no hesitation. Just raw authority that bit through the line.
？？？
📱I’m at the airport, and you’re not here. Don’t tell me you’re wasting my time.
Park bo gum
📱I—I was at the church. I just— *Stammered*
Jimin cackled, loud enough for the receiver.
Park Jimin
Church? Baby, if this is a church, then I'm the Virgin Mary. Want me to pray on my knees for you?
The line went silent for a moment. Then the voice returned colder, sharper, like venom.
Disgust dripped from every syllable.
？？？
📱And with a whore. I can hear him. His voice makes me want to vomit.
Jimin froze for a second, then tilted his head back, laughing. Shameless, loud, cruel. He shouted toward the phone, lips curled wickedly.
Park Jimin
You’re damn right, darling. I’m the whore. And he’s loving every second of it.
The other man’s voice thundered back, colder, darker, the kind that left no room for air.
？？？
📱Shut the fuck up. Your voice makes me sick. Trash like you shouldn’t even exist.
It wasn’t just words it was venom spit with centuries of hate. As if Jimin’s very existence made him want to wash his ears out with blood.
Jimin’s smirk faltered, just for a heartbeat—but then his chin lifted higher, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped closer, lips brushing the phone’s speaker as he purred.
Park Jimin
Sick or not, you’re still listening, aren’t you? Men like you… they spit on me, call me filth. But they never walk away. They come back. They always come back.
The voice on the other end exhaled, slow, dangerous.
？？？
📱Don’t flatter yourself. If I wanted filth, I could buy a city full of it. You? You’re not worth the dirt under my shoes.
Jimin’s laugh was bitter, shameless, a little broken around the edges.
Park Jimin
Maybe. But right now, your precious boy is on his knees for me. Think about that tonight when you’re choking on your own pride.
The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. Then the voice snapped, colder than ice.
？？？
📱You’re nothing. And I don’t waste time on nothing. Don’t let me hear you again.
The words stabbed through the receiver like knives. For the first time that night, Jimin felt a chill. Not fear—no, never fear—but rage.
Jimin sneered, rolling off Bo Gum's lap.
Park Jimin
Tch. What a bastard. Bet he jerks off to his own reflection.
He grabbed the champagne glass from the table, downing it in one shameless gulp before snapping
Park Jimin
Next time, answer your sugar daddy before you come crying in here. Idiot.
Bo Gum scrambled into his shirt, panic in his movements.
Park bo gum
I—I have to go. I’ll… I’ll come back, Jimin. I swear, I’ll—
Jimin rolled his eyes, slipping his robe over his bare shoulders like a queen dismissing a peasant.
Park Jimin
Yeah, run home to your master *mocked*
Park Jimin
And don’t you dare crawl back here. I don’t entertain cowards twice.
Bo Gum hesitated, lips parted, as if he wanted to say something more. But Jimin already turned his back, smoothing glitter over his chest in the mirror.
Park Jimin
Door’s that way, baby *muttered*
Park Jimin
And next time… don’t waste my lipstick.
Bo Gum staggered out, nearly tripping, leaving Jimin alone in the room with nothing but the taste of venom still crawling through his veins.
Jimin leaned back in the velvet chair, legs crossed, his shirt still half open, collarbones glistening with the heat of what just happened. He flicked a lighter, the flame catching for a second before he lit the cigarette pressed lazily between his lips. Smoke curled around him, hazy, ghostlike, wrapping his body like another lover.
He chuckled low, a bitter kind of melody, exhaling a cloud toward the ceiling.
He repeated the man’s words from the call, his voice dripping mockery.
Park Jimin
Cute. They’ve been calling me worse since I was twelve.
Another laugh. Too bright. Too sharp. It cracked through the silence like glass. He tilted his head, staring at the smoke twisting in the air as though it was performing just for him.
Park Jimin
Want to know a secret?
He whispered to the empty room, voice sweet as poison.
Park Jimin
You know, daddy dearest made sure of that. Sold me once, and the world never stopped buying. Cute, isn’t it? A kid who learned what his body was worth before he learned how to spell his own name.
He laughed again, sharper this time, shaking his head as if mocking himself. His lips curved in a smile so beautiful it hurt, but his eyes glistened with a madness born from old scars.
Park Jimin
They broke me before I even knew what whole was. Hands, breath, teeth—over and over until I forgot what innocence sounded like. And now?
He tapped ash into the tray, smirking bitterly.
Park Jimin
𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚?
The cigarette burned between his fingers, ash scattering like fragments of a past he never buried. He inhaled again, held it in, and let the smoke seep from his lips with a sigh that sounded too much like relief.
Park Jimin
And you know what? *voice dropped, playful, mockingly tender*
Park Jimin
I liked it. Or maybe I learned to. Can’t tell anymore. Pain… mmh, pain is better than love. Pain stays. Love doesn’t.
He laughed again, high-pitched, musical, almost pretty—if not for the jagged madness underneath. He pressed the cigarette to his lips, kissing the filter like it was an old friend, letting ash fall down the front of his bare chest without even flinching.
Park Jimin
People pay thousands to fuck me now. To bite, to bruise, to choke. And I let them. Because it reminds me I’m still alive.
He dragged in another breath of smoke, this time shuddering, this time smiling too wide.
Park Jimin
𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
He whispered to no one, licking the taste of nicotine from his lips.
Park Jimin
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳.
His laughter followed, wild and cruel, echoing through the room—half hysteria, half symphony, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲.
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