#chimoona

“I’ll give you anything you ask for,” Jungkook says quietly. His free hand smooths down Jimin’s stomach and carefully grasps his pretty cock, guiding it to his lips for a taste. He flattens his tongue, licking a slow, long stripe from the shaft to the tip, humming in delight at the bittersweet flavor of slick precum on his lips. “I’ve never done this before,” he admits, though he’s not entirely clueless. He’s seen Jimin in action, and as a great observer, he learned a few things. He knows from experiencing how good a warm tongue feels against his own length, feeling it twitch as it remains untouched. Now, he wants to ensure the whore feels just how amazing it is to be pampered in one out of many ways that the man could provide. 

Jungkook repeats his actions, licking experimentally to slick every inch of Jimin’s length, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking it inside the warm flesh of his mouth. He keeps his eyes focused on what’s above him, searching for reactions and whimpers. When he gets the most, he keeps doing what seems to feel the best. He can’t take it as deep as Jimin, not nearly experienced enough, but he can take the swollen tip and suck it purposefully while his free hand roams down to massage his aching length. Vibrating moans muffle through his stuffed mouth.

Jimin relaxes his shoulders and drapes backwards, letting the back of his head drop to the table with a thunk. "I--I, oh fuck." 

Helpless, stuttered whimpers. Hands move to grab onto something stable as he already feels his high ramping up. His fingers find purchase along the edge of the table, so he grips it tight to keep from pressing Jungkook's head down to take him all the way. This sensation is foreign to the sex worker. He could make a customer cum in under a minute from start to finish with just his mouth, but this is not close to what he recalls it feeling like. From the receiving end, this is more than pleasure. 

As the rich man's tongue openly laps up the length of Jimin and swirls around his tip, he feels the commitment in each little movement. It's obvious, without looking at the man, that he wants to do this because he genuinely cares for how Jimin feels. He cares that a whore feels pleasure, and while he's claimed to care before, it's felt in every fibre of the small male's being. 

"Like that, you--perfect. L-like that. Just like that." Jimin wriggles until he can't take it anymore. He cards a hand through Jungkook's hair once again and rocks his hips up to bury his cock deep. There's a glint of remorse for doing so, but the fleshy hug of the man's throat makes him quickly forget he's being too rough. "It's okay, moan around me, Jungkook. Touch yourself...keep, yes, keep going. Gag on it p-please. Wanna hear you so bad..."

“Mmhff—!” Jungkook was caught off guard, choking on the sudden intrusion down his throat. But he doesn’t attempt to withdraw, nor does he complain—he’s finally gotten Jimin to act on his own desires, and that in itself makes his cock pulsate in excitement. 

Jungkook strokes his cock with more urgency as he does his best to breathe through flaring nostrils, drool seeping from his lips down his chin. His doe eyes glaze over with a layer of tears, but he’s adamant to do well for the whore. He withdraws to take another breath, soothing the burning in his lungs craving air. 

“So fuckin’ hot.. keep saying my name, keep saying it..” he whines with a strained voice before diving back in to take Jimin’s cock down his throat, this time more prepared for the sensation. He sucks purposefully, messy and loud. Just hearing the small man saying his given name for the first time—not Jeon, just Jungkook.. his heart beats so hard that it might burst out of his chest. 

The rich man takes Jimin’s fleshy cock as deeply as he can, beyond his abilities until his gag reflex reacts strongly, choking and constricting around it tightly. He withdraws again, thick strings of drool connecting the tip to his tongue, displaying just how wet and messy he’s willing to get to please. 

“Fuck my mouth. Use me.” He whimpers, squeezing out thick droplets of precum from his own cock to slick over the swollen head. He spreads the slick arousal and strokes himself to tortuously stay on the edge. Once again, he dives in to suck Jimin’s rigid length into his mouth, his eyes sparkling with tears as he looks up at the blonde, hoping he will oblige to his wishes.

"You're...so pretty," Jimin muses out loud in a slight slur. In this light, he cannot hold back his unfiltered thoughts. Abs twitch as he sits up to get a better look at his buyer's face, shakily brushing back his raven hair as it falls over his face. "You're gorgeous, Jungkook. God..." The whore admires him in this vulnerable and giving state. Blushed pink lips, dampened with spit and crystals of sugar. Jungkook's swollen pout hugs his cock perfectly, applying just the right amount of pressure around his sensitive skin. There's nothing comparable to the tight, hot hug as his mouth as it bobs up and down, eager to please. 

"I'll use you," Jimin purrs, cupping his client's chin in his sweaty palm, lifting his hips to slowly bury his length down Jungkook's throat. "You want that, baby? I'll f-fuck this mouth..." He becomes distracted once he feels the younger man constrict around him, clearly unprepared for what he's requested. "...make you drool all over my dick...and swallow my cum." Quick, short snaps of Jimin's hips. Audible moans and whimpers as the vascular ridges of his cock slip in and out. He licks his plump lips and hums at the sticky sweetness left behind. "Would you do that for me? Would y-you like to--" His thighs quiver as he reaches his end. The deeper he goes, the brighter Jungkook's eyes glisten under the low lights--wide, dark, wanting. It's everything he didn't know he needed, and the realization hits him at the bitter end. 

Before he can receive a word of confirmation, Jimin’s cock pulses ropes of cum into the CEO's hot gripping throat. He balances precariously on his butt while rutting sporadically, dragging his length out to paint the pout of Jungkook's lips. The sight of the man grips the blonde by his heartstrings--never once having seen something so beautiful in all his life. Relinquishing everything to see a simple whore’s contented face. Requesting to be used, with only the desire to fulfill.

"Kiss me." Jimin leans forward and guides their lips to touch, lingering to share breath. Relishing in the slick smacks of Jungkook fisting his cock beneath the table.

Jungkook swallows tightly, an audible gulp to serve as a reply to the previous question that he didn't get to answer. He gladly took the result of his hard work-- the result of Jimin's pleasure into his own body, even if he struggled to do as well as the whore could've. 

Kiss me. 

Jimin didn't need to ask twice. This request must be one of the most beautiful words he's ever said to Jungkook, besides using his given name in a very intimate moment. It's overwhelming, his heart aching, not able to fathom just how much love a human heart could contain. Just when he thinks he couldn't love Jimin more, he continuously falls for him over and over, through the smallest of things. 

Jungkook gives his length a taunting squeeze before letting go, once again ripping himself from the edging orgasm that aches to burst-- but not yet. He gets up on his feet, cupping Jimin's cheeks in his large hands to tilt his chin up. With a simple lean forward, he places a longing kiss on those plush lips he dreams of every second of the day. Their lips are sticky with sugar, cum and spit-- and never has a kiss tasted better. Needy whines break the silence between damp kisses, and Jungkook couldn't help but let the tears that were previously caged as a layer over his eyes fall down his cheeks as they close. His length lays heavy against Jimin's stomach, but he ignores the ache for now, too indulged in the sweet moment where he finally sees Jimin in a vulnerable state.

"You need to cum," the whore whispers into their kiss, dragging his fingers lightly down Jungkook's chest until it wraps delicately around his wet shaft. He pumps it in lazy strokes and captures the man's whimpers between their lips, giving some of his own in return. In this room, behind sound-proofed walls and encircled by the calming warmth of heat, it's so easy for Jimin to get lost in this fantasy. 

He kisses his buyer back with closed eyes and soft breaths--chest rising and falling slower and slower as his orgasm fades to a pleasant warmth. In this little bubble they've created, he doesn't feel like a whore. There's passion in the soft stroke of his tongue. Silent thanks to his client for giving him something whores rarely receive after selling every bit of themselves. Both of their bodies and the table they're pressed against is a complete and utter mess. It creaks gently as the sex worker picks up his pace, playing with his client while swallowing his whines. 

"How would you like it, Jungkook?" He says the man's name deliberately. He lets his eyelids fall shut and presses another sweet and lingering kiss before looking up at the man--stars in his glassy eyes.

"Hmm.." Jungkook seems to think about his answer, dumbfounded by the beauty of the whore. He stares back, dark eyes hazy and blank as they get lost in the moment yet again; those pretty eyes looking up at him like he's the only person in the entire world. His lower lip trembles when Jimin's skillful hand works his cock to the edge for what feels like the tenth time, whining and grabbing Jimin's wrist to stop him by bringing his hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles softly. "Need you to sit on my cock. But don't ride it, just... sit on it. Okay?" He breathes out quiet, shaky words, as if his body is aching and screaming against his own request; begging to just be allowed to cum. But he didn't want to, not yet. 

"At least try not to..." He adds to make it less tortuous, whether it be for Jimin or for himself. With one more chaste kiss against the man's small hand, he takes a step back, helping him down on his feet. "Grab whichever ice cream you like best, and bring it to me." Finally, some amusement laces his tone, brushing his arm against the whore's as he walks past him to climb up on the bed, sitting with his back resting against the headboard, fully in the nude and waiting. "I'm still hungry, Jimin."

Jimin's pink tongue dampens his lips as he surveys his choices. There's so many, he finds it difficult to choose; chocolate with ribbons of caramel and fudge, mint chip, brownie sundae, lemon sorbet with fresh rind, to name a few. Eyes trail between the frozen containers and the lofty bed that Jungkook seems to just sink into. Without wasting another minute, he goes for his first choice—french vanilla. According to the label it's slow churned, thick and rich with whole cream. 

"Mm, this one," the blonde announces as he waves the pint-sized container for his customer to see. He crawls onto the bed and palms at Jungkook's knees for balance, a little clumsily as the alcohol makes him dizzy, lustful…and hungry as well. 

He responds so quickly to the simple brush of skin and tingles to feel more sensation--feed his client and experience the switch between hot and cold. Shiver and shake while sheathed over his new favorite cock, which glistens with needy pre cum, still incredibly hard and begging for release. Jimin takes the initiative and straddles his client's lap. The press of the man's vascular shaft between his cheeks draws a shiver, and he can feel his own length stir back to life. 

"Sit on you, hm?" He feels the power building back within himself. As he hovers over the CEO, his long lashes fan over the apples of his cheeks, demure and graceful. 

He suckles two small fingers into his mouth and wets them well, lapping his tongue against them in lewd swipes. Hums and moans reverberate around the digits until they're dripping. Jimin's fingertips fall down behind him and glide against his tight entrance. He swipes over it slowly and bites his lip at the sensitivity. Erotic moans slip out of pouty swollen lips when he gives himself a quick prod with one, and sinks in the second soon after. Wasting time is not an option, so he fingers in and out in impatient pulses until he feels himself relax enough.

"This c-cock, mmf." He lines up the tip at his rim and begins to sink down.

Jungkook shamelessly groans in relief when Jimin does so, twitching eagerly to be embraced fully by his warmth. 

"It loves you,” he moans quietly, biting his lower lip to keep himself grounded–not just to throw everything aside to just pump him full of cum immediately. 

He takes a deep breath and holds one hand on Jimin's hip to keep him still, while the other reaches for the pint of ice cream. Sitting up comfortably, he rips the lid off and digs two fingers into the creamy, cold sweet. With his digits properly coated, he shivers from the shift in temperature and pops it into his mouth for a taste. He hums in approval, then digs all of his fingers into the tub with greed.

"Arch your back, show me your pretty chest." Jungkook licks his lips clean, placing his ice cream covered fingers on the middle of Jimin's chest, smearing it down the line of his stomach and watching small goosebumps appear on his skin. He swipes a small amount on his finger and rubs it onto the whore's pierced nipple, enjoying the sensation of it hardening beneath the pad of his digit. The contrast of hot, heavy breaths brush against his cold body. It makes his cock throb inside, making it incredibly difficult to not just burst inside without moving.

"O-oh." Jimin does as he's told and arches his back, sinking down onto the thick cock even further until his cheeks become flush with Jungkook's thighs. Even more, he follows his client's instructions and holds still, to the best of his ability. By instinct, he wants to start riding--place his clammy hands on his partner's legs and begin to roll his hips in tight movements. But shimmering white cream glides down his chest and distracts his mind for just a bit. 

Sticky and thick, the ice cream warms against the heat of Jimin's thin torso. It combines with the sugary crystals left by the sour gummies and sloppy drizzles of white and milk chocolate. He's a delectable sundae, sat on his buyer's lap like a good boy, coated in sweetness. There's a subtle chatter to the whore's teeth as he closes his mouth in a contented hum. 

"Mm," he breathes. "More, Jungkook. You're hungry, right? Cover me...lick it up."

Jungkook obliges, digging out a chunk with his cold, numbed fingers. He holds it delicately between his fingers and presses it against Jimin’s warm stomach, watching the cream melt and create a sticky trail in its wake. He continues to paint his body, up and up until he reaches the whores neck and guides his fingers to his lips. 

“Here.” He offers, glazing those plush, pretty lips with the stickiness, like a sugary lip balm. While busying the whore with his fingers, he leans in to drag his flattened tongue up his stomach, following the faint line of his torso. He leaves licks, kisses and small bites behind as he moves up, cleaning up the mess he created. 

“The ice cream tastes extraordinary when it’s from your body.” He praises in his own way, glancing up with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Every little breath and moan he’s able to earn from Jimin makes his body hotter, and his cock twitch desperately inside, screaming for attention. “Y-you can move when you want to...” he finally gives in to the painful desires, however he gives the power of his own release to the whore. He decides when he wants to roll his little hips, skillful and experienced to make a man cum in minutes. Which is what he’s been avoiding— knowing just how he wouldn’t last even longer than other clients due to his infatuation. 

Jungkook coats his fingers again, this time both of his hands to paint a claw-like pattern down Jimin’s neck to his chest, once again worshiping his pretty, perky chest. The arch of his back makes him look sinful and adorable at once... 

“I’ll cum inside, okay..?” The rich man warns, swiping ice cream off with a finger to bring it to his lips, sucking it clean. The other remains cold, playing with the whores nipple, tugging lightly on the piercing. “Please, fuck me now, I can’t wait... I thought I could, but you’re just— fuck.” He’s unable to finish his sentence, breaking down slowly when his cock feels the flesh clench around him.

Every little shiver from the blonde causes his ring of nerves to flutter around his client’s buried shaft. The tensing muscle does more than drive Jungkook mad, it also ripples pleasure throughout the whore’s entire being. Down to his fingertips, every part of him sings to move and chase more of the euphoric high. 

His hips begin to move, rocking gently forward and back, to savor the tantalizing stretch. 

“Look what you’ve done,” he groans, swiping his lips with sleek saliva. “Made me just as d-desperate...” his hips jut forward and accentuate the slope of his spine. “Just as needy—fuck!” Another jut causes the man’s tip to prod the blonde’s tender prostate. He keens over for a second with sticky hands on the CEOs broad chest to catch his breath. Pretty little cock ruts pathetically against Jungkook’s pelvis and drags the thick length in and out in shallow pumps.

“This body needs your cum.” Jimin lifts up his body and sits back down, engulfing every inch of his buyer in hot constricting flesh. His hand slides down his small chest to capture a chilly dollop of ice cream, hooking it on his finger and suckling it audibly. “F-fuck it into me.” 

Jimin’s siren eyes fall shut, rolling his hips quickly, greedily milking what he wants while overstimulating the special spot inside him. It aches, trembles for release. Pearly droplets of precum slide down Jimin’s smooth tip, and he knows, just as soon as his client is satisfied...he will cum just as forcefully. 

”Now, baby.” The whore commands it as his reddened cheeks smack against Jungkook’s thighs. He smears the mess up and down his torso, whining for relief. “N-need it...”

Jimin's whiny pleas are more than enough to spur Jungkook into action, unable to deny him for anything he asks for. It's impossible, especially when every sweet moan is followed by torturous, alluring rolls of the whore's hips, feeling his plump cheeks flatten against tensed thighs. 

"H-how can you say that and not expect me to love you more.." He licks his lips, biting back the moan that scratches deep down from his chest. But he fails, jaw falling slack to vocalize the pleasure he feels. His voice is strained, raspy and deep in it's tone, laced with desperation to feel more. 

Jungkook's hands trace hungrily down Jimin's sticky stomach, snaking around his slim waist to settle on his ass. He shamelessly fondles and gropes at the flesh, spreading the cheeks to open him up further for his cock. He keeps a steady grasp, taking control over the smaller man's body to guide the movements to his own liking. Lifting his weight up, which is barely anything to his strong arms, he slides down the bed on his back for comfort, half laying down to brace his feet on the bed. 

"You need it.." He repeats Jimin's words. Everything he says etches to the back of his mind, like a broken record of sinful moans that drive him mad with lust. He wants to hear more; to make the whore feel so good he can't think of anything else but their own private moment together, isolated from the world, without responsibilities or expectations. Right now, he's simply Jeon Jungkook, a young man who's giving his all to a man whom he loves. Jimin. Jimin... 

"Tell me your full name." Jungkook looks up at the man. With a harsh bucking of his hips, he fucks his cock up into Jimin. Shaky, hot breaths alternate between his nostrils and mouth, low grunts following as he repeats his action, using Jimin's hole to bury his cock over and over. "I need to know, Jimin.."

“P-park!” Jimin wrenches his eyes shut and licks his lips to focus on the forceful intrusion. Stretching out his rim after a week of nothing, teasing his swollen prostate. He’s become so ready for this moment that his flesh feels virginal. Pure. Untouched. “Park Jimin,” he whines, jostling on top of the rich man, rolling his hips to meet the rutting from below. 

The little whore revels in these moments of near-ecstasy, where both him and Jungkook are at their breaking points. Clamoring onto each other and speaking aloud without filtration. Using each other—feeling the pulse of hot blood race beneath their fingertips as they press desperately into the other, holding on tight. 

“My name is Park Jimin—gah!” The blonde gasps as a second orgasm builds within him, tingling outward, across the surface of his skin. He knocks his head back and bares his porcelain neck, jutting his perky pierced nipples up towards the ceiling while his mouth falls open in a silent shout. His hand wraps around his leaking shaft and pumps it in arrhythmic, slick smacks. As the length continues to fuck into him—throbbing, swelling—Jimin clings his other hand onto the strong arm of his buyer. Waits to hear the rewarding sounds of the man releasing everything into his small body before he even thinks of cumming again.

"Park Jimin.." The name rolls off of Jungkook's lips so naturally, filled with every emotion he's capable of having in his human heart, and more. It brings him over the edge, his long impending orgasm finally tipped to spill over. "F-fuck, I... I'm gonna cum—fuck!" He cries aloud, wrapping his arms around Jimin's lower back to force his small body forward on top of his own, interrupting the way he touched himself, instead using the friction of their sticky bodies to rub against his pretty cock while he fucks up into him with lazy, wet snaps of his hips. It doesn't take much until he grows tired, lazily thrusting a few more times before he stills his hips, abs flexing and thighs trembling heavily. Spurts of thick, hot cum gushes with every desperate pulse of his cock, feeding Jimin's body with everything he's got. 

"Shi—c-christ.." He moans lowly, screwing his eyes shut, overwhelmed with the intensity of his orgasm. Their previous times were nothing compared to this. Jungkook's chest heaves up and down in a broken pattern, shaky and out of breath. His heart pounds so hard, it almost makes him dizzy—hazy in his state of lustful love. He runs his hands up Jimin's back with one hand, snaking the other up to cup the blonde's jaw, guiding his plush lips to meet in a kiss. He swallows each of his canary moans, grinding his swollen, sensitive cockhead against Jimin's softened, used prostate, trying his best to bring him down with him into the pit of pleasure he's drowning in. "Kiss me when you cum, angel. Don't hold back on those sweet sounds."

The room begins to spin in slow circles as Jimin's hot lips press against Jungkook's. "I—hah...Jeon-ah," he whines, reverberating into his partner's pout. 

The blonde no longer touches himself and merely lets the eroticism of their joined bodies be enough to send him toppling over the edge. It's the alcohol, Jimin tries to convince himself as his body shakes to a blinding orgasm. It's the alcohol, and the high of good money, and the rush of sticky sweet sugar... 

It's also the tender and loving cup of his jaw, guided for a deeper kiss. It's the way Jungkook continues to fuck up into him even after he's spent and sated. This selflessness...it will be the whore's undoing. 

As Jimin cums a second time, he constricts around the thick length buried deep inside. He lets the friction of their tacked pelvises rub his cock to finish. Lending all his restless energy to the passionate kiss he now controls—pinching Jungkook's bottom lip between his teeth and soothing it over with gentle sucks. Laving his tongue across the plump reddened skin and feeling the man's heartbeat in his warm breaths. 

"A-ahh, so much, I—" He can't bring himself to say much more. Unable to articulate how good it feels to be full of this man. Not any man, but this one. What it means to the sex worker is...he's feeling much more than the satisfaction of a job well done. 

"Can't stop cumming...it's too...fuck, too good." His cock twitches, laying spent against his abdomen, coated in tacky strands of his own arousal. The mushroom tip pulses out one...two more times, until he's milked and exhausted. Jimin topples forward and lays his chest against Jungkook's...still...until their breaths fall in sync. "I should...be paying you."

"Hah... Maybe." Jungkook rests his head against a pillow, forehead sticky with sweat, catching strands of his raven curls. He brushes it away from his eyes, although closing them to just enjoy the moment of stillness. 

"Park Jimin." He says quietly, glancing down through damp lashes. He combs his fingers through Jimin's blonde curls and exposes his pretty, porcelain-like skin, admiring the man that for sure could ruin him in every way if he so wishes to. And he'd be fine with it. "I want to ask you something..." 

Jungkook pauses, soothing the smaller man by rubbing his small back, holding him close to his chest. He feels like a protector in this moment, strong and needed.. When he's sure he's got Jimin's attention, although he's got him pressed close to his torso, he decides to just go for it. While playing with blonde strings of the whore's soft hair between his fingers, his eyes roam the room. His heartbeat picks back up in pace, a telltale sign he's both excited and anxious. 

"So, uh..." He worries his lower lip between his teeth, softly massaging Jimin's neck with his hand, "Do you want to go out with me? As... Park Jimin, not..." He doesn't finish his sentence, he doesn't like the word people use for people in his profession. Whore. It tasted bad in his mouth, so he says nothing. "I'll treat you."

The question doesn’t seem to reach Jimin’s ears until well after Jungkook uttered it. 

”Go out.” ...That’s a common request of someone in his profession, but the way the rich man asks, seems like he has no intention of paying by the hour. 

“You mean, like a date?” 

Now Jimin’s heartbeat picks up in pace, and it nearly matches the nervous flutter of butterflies in his buyer’s chest. Never in all his years of doing this has he been so easily affected by a customer. Sure, some have tugged his heartstrings with sob stories of their past. Some have held him close like he’s precious and pure, but then treated him like the whore they bought him to be. That’s what he’s used to. Not this... 

“A date,” Jimin states for clarity into the warm crease of Jungkook’s collar. It makes his mouth go dry. Now the central heating of their VIP suite feels burning hot. “With Park Jimin. Not Jimin, the whore.” 

The blonde has no reservations against calling himself such a thing. It’s a part of him—it’s how he gained his independence and became the strong and confident person he is today. To him, there’s no shame in calling him exactly as he is. W h o r e. It’s one of those words that holds no weight or makes much sense once it’s said enough times. But the more Jimin thinks of what it means to Jungkook, a man who’s claimed to love him, he begins to understand how such a word might make him shiver. 

His cheek rests comfortably along the CEO’s clavicle and feels the subconscious flex of his nervous muscles. He’d fool himself if he didn’t admit feeling the same nerves, just...for different reasons. 

“This date...” the blonde muses aloud. “Where are you planning to take me? What would we...do? I haven’t—“ he shakes his head lightly and lets his shaggy curls drape over his eyes to cover the blush forming. “I don’t go on dates, usually.”

Jungkook continues to mindlessly roam his hand down Jimin's back, drawing irregular patterns into his skin to keep himself busy, to think of anything but the immensely loud sound of his heart beating in his ears. He enjoys it though, this new feeling. He's never been this anxious about somebody in his life, always used to getting his way without a second thought, because he's never had to receive somebody's consent for such a trivial decision. And.. he's never once asked somebody out on a date. The sincerity in his heart was so clear, yet he fears rejection. However... It looks like Jimin isn't opposed to the proposition, which makes the beating of his heart less painful and welcomed instead. 

"I want to take you to a nice restaurant... Dress you up nicely, in uh...normal clothes, not something so exposing." He chuckles at how ridiculous he probably sounds. But it is his truth, he wants to see Jimin in something more casual, which he hasn’t seen before; to see him through a different light without the intention of sex. "Maybe a couple drinks. You can order whatever you want..." 

The rich man can't shy away from the fact that he wants the blonde to have whatever he wishes for. He licks his chapped lips nervously, swiping the pads of his digits up the line that showcases Jimin's spine underneath the skin, "Just talk, have a good time, without any other expectations or obligations. You owe me nothing for it. All I hope is that you'll enjoy my company like I do yours." 

He's rambling at this point, trying to convey his feelings properly; He doesn't expect sex, although he wouldn't be able to say no. He just wants to make sure the whore understands that this is not work, and that he's not obliged to pay back with his body in any way. 

“Just want you. All of you,” Jungkook whispers, a small smile growing on his lips at the thought. He's said it so many times, and every time his feelings grow and feel more real.

“T-that would be...” 

Impossible. There is that voice at the back of Jimin’s mind, the skeptic and precautious side of him—his inner saboteur. Once a whore, always a whore. But those thoughts don’t change the fact that he wants this. Whatever this man is promising feels genuine and true. It sounds like a dream, to be pampered...with no expectations. 

...Want you...all of you... 

“It sounds so...” Jimin wants to say ’fake’ because that’s how he’s trained himself to think. But he closes his eyes and focuses on the gentle glide of fingers across his exposed back—as love radiates through the younger man’s skin and into him. Helps him realize how the simplicity of what he’s asking is just that—simple. And so should the answer. 

“Yes,” he breathes out a nervous chuckle, “You can take me on a date.” Jimin’s eyes cast down the length of their messy bodies, as the ice cream and sugar crystals begin to cement to their skin. How he’d ever walk confidently in anything other than latex, mesh, pleather, or his bare skin is beyond him. But he would like to try, at least once.

The rare bunny-like grin—wide and toothy—suddenly breaks out across Jungkook's face. He can't physically hold it back even if he tries to. It's like a huge weight has suddenly lifted from his heart and become light as a feather, fluttering in his chest like an army of butterflies bursting from his soul. 

He said yes. 

"I'm so happy!" Jungkook blurts out, and even his tone fails to hide it. He repositions himself to sit up, lifting Jimin into his lap to look at his flushed face. The rich man's smile remains plastered over his lips, childish and naïve as if nothing could stop him. "Saturday evening?" He asks, cupping the worker’s warm cheeks in his hands, "I'm too busy tomorrow, unfortunately, but that gives me time to send you some things in preparation... How does that sound? I'll pick you up, all you have to do is be ready...and hungry. I'll take care of the rest."

Treated with any higher regard and Jimin could let it all go to his head, if it hasn't already. 

"Saturday works." He melts into the gentle cradling of his face. Tilts his head to lean deeper into the man's palm. "I can do that." 

Considering the way Jungkook dresses himself, the possibilities for how he'd like to dress Jimin is beyond comprehension. All the small, stark nude male knows is he'll feel like a new man. 

As Jimin tilts his eyes up to match the adoring gaze, he thinks, new isn't always so bad. This is new...just existing...being. Cradled in the arms of another human and feeling comforted. 

"Why can't I see you tomorrow?" Jimin's eyes grow wider after asking. To him, he couldn't have sounded more pathetically needy and affection-starved. "I mean..." he pivots, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Work." Jungkook keeps his answer short and sweet, unlike anything else he's done so far. 

Although he clearly has expressed his feelings for the machines that live amongst humanity, there is a reason he began in the first place. There’s a reason why he continues to be one of the most well-known men in the country, and even the world. Work will remain work, but to this man, it is much more than a simple paycheck. It's been his life for longer than he can remember. 

"Sadly," the celeb glances at the clock on the wall, sighing when time seems to have flown by way faster than he wishes. “Now I have to get going." Jungkook looks at Jimin again, pulling him in for a gentle, slow kiss. He allows his lips to linger for a moment before withdrawing, letting his hands slide down to his sides. "I would've loved to spend the night with you, but I need to be up early." He speaks apologetically. It's obvious in his expression that he doesn't want to, but he's dedicated to his word. "I'll give you a ride home on the way, okay?"

Jimin nods. “Of course.” This is wholly unlike the last time they met. He’s clinging to the moment—clinging to the high of being around the rich man and basking in his warmth. Although he doesn’t like the uncertainty of where these feelings will lead, he’s enjoying the idea of having a night without expectations. A night as Park Jimin, which at this point, he’ll need to relearn how to be. 

“I’ll grab my things,” the small male says, placing a tender kiss at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. He doesn’t even think twice about doing it now. Even though he continues to be on the clock, he does it for himself. Paid or unpaid...he wants it all. 

Climbing off his buyer’s lap and hopping from the bed, he tries not to look overly excited. He slips into his messy mesh shirt and sullied shorts with a slight smile. Tosses Jungkook’s clothing towards his way, stepping over drying puddles of chocolate that stain the VIP suite floor. 

“Let’s get the hell out of here before the boss sees what we did to this place.”

"I mean, if he gives me such sweet things to play with, he can't really be mad at how they’re used.." Jungkook chuckles while slipping his clothes on, ruffling his hair as he takes a quick look in the mirror. Good enough. Obviously, he's a bit messier than when he arrived, but what is there to expect when you leave a place like this. "But yeah, let's get out of here." He snakes an arm around Jimin's shoulder, pulling him in to kiss his temple before dragging him along out the door, past bodyguards and strangers. 

While heading towards the exit, it's like the eyes of every stranger and familiar face are drawn to the couple. They stand out, the human whore and the rich CEO... Jungkook glances, noticing the attention he's drawing to himself and Jimin, but he holds the man closer, as if protecting him from the view of possible cameras, slipping out in the dark. He scurries out the door first and holds it open for his date, looking over his shoulder with a smile before slamming it shut behind them.

Cool refreshing night air greets both their sweet and sweat-tacked faces. It's like a kiss of repose once they made it past the watchful stare of strangers and fellow sex workers. Jimin didn't need to make eye contact to notice each and every one of them were either curious, envious, or angry. No matter the reaction, the little whore doesn't keep friends long enough to care. This time, he has the comforting arm of Jeon Jungkook wrapped around his shoulders as he endures piercing glares, shot into his half nude back. 

Jimin's smile grows wider as he swings open the passenger door and slips into his designated spot. The position of the seat is still to his specifications, locked forward a couple inches from default and tilted upward for height. 

Within seconds, the car rumbles to life and tingles his bottom with perfectly warmed leather. This feeling of contentment goes beyond the simple luxuries of heated and adjustable seats. The fact that nothing has changed since he last exited the car shows him, in the most subtle of ways, that his presence is not easily forgotten by the CEO.

Once Jungkook settles into his spot, Jimin's hand mindlessly wanders to rest on his thigh. 

"Sorry for, uh..." the blonde nips his lip and looks down at his sticky clothing. "I hope you don't mind a little chocolate on your upholstery..."

Jungkook places his hand over Jimin's, squeezing it reassuringly. "Don't apologize, it was my idea." He licks his lips at the memory, smiling forward as he focuses back on the road. "Where do you live again?" He fishes out his phone and hands it to Jimin after unlocking it, as if his device didn't contain so much sensitive data. "Type it into the GPS, it'll show up on my dashboard." He hums, turning the dashboard monitor on. "Save it too, I'm sure I'll be going there often. I'm not the best at navigating, so.."

Jimin chuckles. "Okay, Jeon." 

A quick couple of minutes with the man's phone, and Jimin has his address queued and displayed on the dash. However, he's not in any rush to give it back. The phone itself is weighty like titanium or something similar—built to withstand a great fall. It feels expensive, and the little whore is sure there's value in the contents more than anything. 

He opens the camera app and flips the lens to face himself, leaning over Jungkook's lap to get a shot of them together. "Smile," he chirps, sticking out his tongue and snapping a couple quick pictures to capture their messy unkept state. "There, now you have something more valuable than my address or the business contacts in here." Jimin waves the phone in the air before placing it in Jungkook's lap, overly pleased with himself.

"Thanks." Jungkook lets the phone fall to rest between his legs, too focused on making sure he finds the right way, and glad that GPS exists. 

A comfortable ride follows. The wealthy man keeps a hand on the wheel while the other seeks out Jimin. Anywhere is fine, but the first thing he reaches for is his hand. He feels how it's still faintly sticky, just like his own. He says nothing, simply wanting to hold hands like high school students on their first date. And once he thinks of it, he realizes this is the first time he’s done this. It makes his cheeks flush, heart go aflutter, and his lips twitch to a smile. 

"We're here, I think." Jungkook says when they make it to Jimin's building, glancing out at the aesthetic. He turns to lean in closer, brushing Jimin's stringy blonde curls away from his face, a small pout on his lips. "Are you excited for Saturday? Promise you will wear what I send you?" He pouts harder, using his doe eyes as a weapon of persuasion.

Jimin's eyes fall away from Jungkook's, too easily affected by the power they hold. "I'm not not excited," he mutters, wishing his face didn't subconsciously show how flustered he gets by the man's sweet demeanor. Although the longer his date's eyes linger on his for a proper response, the harder it is to play it off casually. 

"Fuck." Jimin chuckles and gives Jungkook a light shove at the center of his strong chest. "I'm excited, okay? Of course I'll wear what you send me." He motions to his ruined mesh shirt and his tight pleather shorts. "I'm comfortable in this and even the nude, but..." his fingers move out to play with the hem of Jungkook's jacket, toying with the small embedded crystals that gleam under the dim street lights. "I'll admit, I'm dying to see what you'd dress me in."

“Luckily you won’t have to wait too long.” Jungkook let’s the man inspect his sparkling jacket. It’s one of his favorite pieces he owns, and yet he so casually wore it to such a session. “You’ll look gorgeous, I know it already.” Jungkook huffs a warm breath, smiling at the thought. He has envisioned the way he wanted to dress Jimin up since the night they met, already knowing he would look nothing but perfect. 

Jungkook grasps Jimin’s little hand in his and brings his knuckles up for a light kiss. He looks at the man through dark lashes, smiling as the soft kisses travel further up. “Take a day off tomorrow. Don’t work, and wait patiently until I come to pick you up.”

Jimin's eyes narrow on Jungkook. "Patiently, hm?" With a slight smirk of amusement, he checks his wrist, where a watch would be, and scans it with intent. "Over twenty-four whole hours...all to myself." He shakes his head in exaggerated dismay and raises his gaze to match his date’s. "Think of all the trouble I could get up to..." 

He lets his date's mind run wild with the possibilities. In all honesty, Jimin thinks, a foamy bath and some mindless reality tv sounds ideal. Perhaps he'll cook up an omelette, water his plants, and organize his scarf collection. Wash his car and listen to k-drama ballads on full-blast. Truly, he can be as domestic as he is kinky, but he doesn't feel the need to reveal that to his buyer just yet. 

"I'll leave a little mystery, so you come rushing back," the blonde winks.

"Don't worry about that." Jungkook purses his lips, not entirely sure what kind of trouble somebody like Jimin could get up to. But with the mischievous wink and the smile on his face, he's sure that it means he has nothing to worry about. "Now go get washed up," He makes a face when he feels the tacky, dried textures underneath his shirt, really just wanting to get into a hot bath as well, "I really need to get out of these clothes."

"I'd invite you up to join me for a bath, but what would the neighbors think?" The flicker of amusement heats Jimin's plump cheeks as he looks out the window and spots a few tired street workers in clothing very similar to his, likely on their way to the next client. 

"Kidding," Jimin jests and gives Jungkook's hand a gentle squeeze before stepping out of the car. "Saturday. I'll see you then, Jungkook." He says the younger man's name with a honeyed tone, nice and deliberate, to let him know he will not soon forget how much his partner enjoyed hearing it come from his lips. "Goodnight." 

With that, he shuts the door and scampers up the stairs to get clean and cozy for the night. In his amused fiddling with the CEOs phone, he took the liberty of adding his number. And he expects, in no time, it will be pleasantly discovered.

Jimin’s eyes flick up to watch his client’s sleeping form. 

Still peacefully asleep, as if he isn’t one of the most wealthy men to walk the planet. 

“No fucking way. CEO?” 

He studies the card once more and shakes his head in disbelief. THE Jeon Jungkook. He knew that name sounded familiar, but he didn’t know where to place it. Plus, the man doesn’t look a day over twenty-five. 

CEO, at this age? CEO and creator of the most innovative and commonly used androids to date. The most lifelike and agreeable androids—ones that rarely malfunction and are safe to have around children and pets. 

The whore’s hands shake. He drops the cards, the wallet, the pants. He slips on his own clothes and tip-toes towards the door. Suddenly the room is so suffocating that he has to break their arrangement. It’s something he rarely does, but in this instance, he sees no alternative. There's positively no way he can relax himself enough to spoon into the warm embrace of the one man who’s fabricated his largest foe. He’s the kind of man he’s called an enemy for so many years—the man he’s fought against to hold his own. Jeon Jungkook is the man who’s forced Jimin to live amongst perfect beings, forever being imperfect in comparison. 

For good measure, he draws out a couple hundred from his shawl and leaves it on the coffee table before silently leaving the room. It’s only…fair. 

The door clicks shut, and he swears he’ll never return. What is love? It isn’t this, Jimin thinks. It couldn’t be.

~

Night passes in the blink of an eye, then the morning sun seeps through the blinds. Jungkook groans and he rolls onto his back, covering his face with his lower arm. He murmurs something inaudible and reaches with his free hand for the body he'd fallen asleep next to. He smooths his palm over the sheets to find the spot empty and cold. Lifting his arm off of his eyes, he confirms that, indeed…Jimin had left. 

Wonder when he left. Jungkook sits up in the bed, licking his chapped lips and combing his fingers through his hair. He didn't fulfill the arrangement.. 

He sighs, already feeling the emptiness that the blonde left behind. It's frustrating to him that he feels this way, but he's heard before that love isn't love if it is pain-free. He rubs his chest soothingly, right over his heart. It aches. 

"Hm.." Jungkook gets out of the bed, his footsteps thudding lightly against the carpeted floors to find his clothes scattered all around. He slides his shirt on, buttoning it up, then slipping on his pants, not bothering to put on underwear. They seemed to have gotten lost in the mess.. 

His eyes flicker to the floor as he palms the pockets of his pants, feeling that something is missing. The wallet lays open just a few steps away. It seems a few bills fell out along with his various business cards. He raises his eyebrows, crouching to pick them up and strokes the pad of his thumb over the matte card adorned with his name. 

"I see... He went through my stuff." He huffs. No money seems to be missing, though.. Which wouldn't have mattered anyway, but it shows that Jimin has morals despite his occupation. 

Jungkook puts his cards back in place before shoving the wallet in his pocket. When he gets up to grab his coat, he discovers the loose hundreds laying on the coffee table. 

"Seriously? Cute." He smiles, but he doesn't touch the money. Instead, he leaves it untouched and heads out the door without a second glance.

~

Days passed. Weeks. Jimin stopped counting. What pulled him back into that club in a new pair of skintight shorts wasn't the fact his money was already depleted. Well, that's part of it. It felt too good to slap his earnings on a shiny new pair of earrings. And, yeah, it was a poor choice on his part, but he felt great sauntering onto that club floor sparkling. All eyes are on him. 

The other part, of course, is his love for the hustle. It seems to have gotten easier overnight, too. Many fellow sex workers, employees, and the club owner, witnessed him leave that night with the Jeon Jungkook of GCR, Inc. Suddenly he's held in much higher esteem over any of the other whores he used to compete against. Unlike any of his previous nights at the club, he is one of the first to arrive. 

"This is from the gentleman across the way." A bartender passes Jimin a daiquiri as he takes his rightful seat, front and center on his favorite couch. "He's asked that you join him in the VIP room." 

Jimin scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Him?" 

He isn't terrible to look at. In fact, he's quite easy on the eyes. But he doesn't strike the whore as someone who could afford the VIP room. Very few can, as it is the only space with heating, a private bar, and a bartender to serve you from the luxury of your own freshly-made bed. It's the nicest space in the entire club. Jimin never stepped foot in it, not even when he was on the arm of Jeon Jungkook. 

"Let him wait a little," the blonde hums before taking a sip of the sweet, fruity drink. He may be down on his luck and out of cash, but no one seems to know. In other words, he's spoiled for choice, and the thought alone makes him smile just a bit. "Make him come to me."

From an outsider’s perspective, Jimin's night seems to be going exceptionally well. His connection to the CEO stirred interest. Now his name is plastered in every person's mouth as they murmur in unison, watching him sip his daiquiri between thick lips. Since the night he was guided out the doors on the arm of such a renowned figure, he became a topic of interest…and gossip. 

‘What makes him so special that Jeon Jungkook wanted him?’

‘I want him, I want a taste…’

‘If Jungkook had him then he must be exceptional.’ 

‘Isn't he…just a human?’

All kinds of praise and snarky remarks are made, in admiration and jealousy. It appeared that not even Jungkook could pin-point how Jimin made an impression. If the people only knew he’s unlike anyone or anything the robotics genius ever encountered. 

~

To Jungkook, the past week felt like an eternity without the luck of finding his whore. Tracking him down seemed like a chore. For one, he isn't an android. He doesn’t know his full name or even his number. He knows nothing except for the club he found him in. So that's where he went, every single night, hoping he'd see him again. He was bound to run out of money eventually, it was only a question of time... 

A variety of viable whores approached Jungkook during those lonely nights, but no one was enough. He didn’t crack, even when he'd gone home frustrated and without a fix, only able to think about the whore's sweet whines and soft skin. He had to get himself off to bear through another day without him. But luckily…tonight’s the night. 

Jungkook had no expectations as he stepped into the club. He wears a much more toned down fit than he'd normally go for–in full black, head to toe, with a simple low cut shirt, dress pants and a suit jacket. Everything is adorned with small diamonds that sparkle in the flashing lights of the club. His hair is wavy, almost messy looking, with several hoops in his ears to act as subtle accessories for the night.

He doesn't notice Jimin immediately and heads towards the bar instead, sitting just a few seats from the man that eyes the whore intently with the hope of a VIP experience. He orders the same thing he's gotten a taste for since the night he met Jimin; vodka cranberry. It’s simple, but now it’s a simple flavor that just screams Jimin... It's what everything in his life begins to revolve around; Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. 

"Interesting choice of drink." A mystery man glances over at Jungkook's glass, smiling unknowingly at who he's talking to. It is dark after all... 

"It's better than you think,” the CEO answers with a small, polite smile, sipping at it with his raven hair falling forward over his eyes. 

"Heh, right. I'd order one myself, but I've got my eye on something sweet already." 

"Hmm, that's good for you. A pretty android caught your eye?" Jungkook holds meaningless conversation, swirling the ice in his glass before tilting his head back once more to let the cold alcoholic beverage warm up his body. 

"No, actually…a human. Crazy, right?" 

"Is it?" Jungkook chuckles. He didn't think much of it, there were a handful of human whores at the club, but normally they'd be the last choice over his perfect creations. 

"Yeah! This one has grown quite the name around here. Everyone wants a piece." The man laughs, "Especially me." 

Jungkook doesn't answer immediately, but smiles nonetheless. He downs the rest of his drink before waving for another, "Quite the name, huh? Who?"

The stranger doesn't need to verbalize it. His hawk-eye stare is enough to draw anyone's attention to Jimin. It’s brazen and fixated on his prey, as if letting the whore out of his sight would strip him of the rare opportunity to have him at long last. However, Jimin didn't meet his gaze. He was far more preoccupied with the true celebrity that decided to grace the club with their presence. Truthfully, before those doors swung open and the shimmering glint of the CEO's coat jacket attracted him like a moth, he was eyeing the stranger. There was sense in assessing whether he wanted to indulge his request or wait for someone with a better offer. There's not a soul in the club that can make a better offer than Jeon Jungkook, and Jimin knows this better than anyone. 

"Fuck", Jimin mutters under his breath. "Motherfucker..." He kept his distance as well as he could over the past few weeks, but he always knew he'd have to face the man eventually. There were too many unaddressed emotions and memories flitting in his mind. Avoiding them entirely was the plan up until now. It's the way he's always dealt with things. 

Jimin gulps down the rest of his frozen drink and nods to the stranger in thanks, then looks back at the bartender to order a vodka cranberry. Anything to avoid meeting eyes with the one buyer that makes his nerves skyrocket.

Jungkook lifts his gaze to look at the man, following the trail of his predatory stare to find just exactly who he's looking at. And when he sees the very person he's been unable to get out of his mind, his eyes widen and his posture straightens.

“Jimin.." 

"Yeah, Jimin! Can't wait to--" 

The man is interrupted by Jungkook gulping his second drink and setting it on the counter harshly, startling the man. It isn't until then he sees the CEO properly under the dim light, and immediately, he almost shrinks on the spot. 

Jeon Jungkook.. 

The rich CEO doesn't even have to verbalize his intentions, and it is obvious that he's the superior of the two—over every man in the club as he steps up from his seat. He places a few bills to pay for both their drinks, shuffling past the man with a sharp nudge to his shoulder. He leans down as he brushes past, whispering a few last words.

"He's mine." 

Jungkook's smile grows ear to ear when he saunters over to the very couch they had met the first time, wasting no time to take a seat and showing no respect for personal space as their thighs brush together. He reclines and rests his elbows on the backrest. 

"Took you long enough to come back. I've been waiting."

Jimin doesn't need to look up to know the source of that voice. His cheek is turned to face the approaching bartender and quickly begins sipping down his second drink. In a few hearty swallows, he finishes it off and waves for another. 

"Mm, I expected the critically acclaimed mastermind of a digital human race to be a bit more...patient." He enunciates the last word clearly and swivels his knees towards the man. 

He's a bit dismissive, yes, but he holds a cordial smile and rests his elbow on the back of the couch. The palm of his hand makes a fine spot to gingerly place his cheek, which he does with grace. All of this to show he can be a bit rough around the edges, but save face when needed. In this moment, it's very needed, as the two of them have attracted a lot of attention just by breathing the same air. His other hand makes its way to Jungkook's thigh and smooths over the rich fabric in gentle circles. 

"I all but assumed you'd find yourself a new playmate. What, with the many resources at your disposal," the whore says in a low tone.

"I don't want a new playmate.." Jungkook huffs, not moving from his position, eyes lingering on Jimin's hand on his thigh. His touch only confirms what he already knew, that he really missed him. The way his heart begins to pump blood at a faster rate only proves that it is solely in Jimin’s clutches to hold. And he likes it that way. 

"I've told you already, I only want you." His gaze travels from Jimin's hand up to his face, looking impossibly gorgeous compared to last time, as if he only got prettier with time. He notices the little addition of jewelry. Those high-end earrings must've been where Jimin’s money went, and putting the two together, must be why he's back in the club to work. 

The rich man takes the liberty of reaching out, toying the earring between the pads of his fingers. A small smile lingers on his lips, brushing away his dark stray fringe from his eyes with his free hand. "They suit you."

"I know." Jimin’s face grows warm under the glow of club lighting. That, or the sweet praise coming from the younger man is affecting him more than he'd hoped it ever would. Ideally he would remain cool, calm and collected in any instance. But it feels good to be wanted in this way. More than the want of strange and salivating buyers tucked into every corner of the club.

Jimin toys with a loose thread at the crease of Jungkook's pants. "I suppose I have you to thank for it. Without your payment I would be wearing knock-offs like the rest of these poor unfortunate souls," he scoffs. For the first time, he looks up and meets the CEO's eyes. Despite his assumption, they are swirling with patience. Soft, calm, dark and focused on him and him only. 

"I had to head out that night." The small blonde doesn't apologize. He doesn't feel he needs to. After all, he was in his full right to leave if he deemed it necessary. 

"Did you get my refund?"

“I left it.” Jungkook tilts his head to the side, inspecting the earrings closer. “Suppose the maids gladly cleaned it up.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over the warm lobe of his ear, “You didn’t have to pay me back even if you had to leave.” He pauses for a moment to look at the man, moving his hand to stroke the back of it against Jimin’s cheek before withdrawing. “So, now you’re here again..” his tone lowers, and his expression softens, smile fading. “Why? I told you, I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I don’t need your charity.” Jimin takes a longing sip from his drink to soothe the ache in his chest. How tempting it would be to take the man up on his offer—to be the live-in whore for Jeon Jungkook of GCR, Inc. But he doesn’t know the man as a CEO, he knows him as a fantastic lay. He...knows him as a surprisingly sweet soul who’s never felt the pleasure of human touch, vulnerable with his emotions, living with his heart on his sleeve.

The whore could go cross-eyed if he thinks about the endearing qualities of his newest client. Why should he waste time mulling over the redeeming parts of the man when he could focus up and make some money? That’s what this has been and should continue to be about. 

“I work hard for what I earn. Plus...” his fingertips skim up Jungkook’s torso and land on his exposed collarbones. They’re faintly marked from their time together—so faint, but Jimin can see them clearly under the dazzling club lights. “...plus, if I took more than I earned, I wouldn’t want to be indebted. I know how you rich guys operate—you buy a whore for a night and then all of a sudden you think you own them.” He laughs at the thought, shaking his head. “Silly, I know. But these are the things I think of.”

Jungkook chews on his lower lip, eyes averting Jimin's, instead focusing on the new serving of drinks on the table. He didn't order anything, but the waitress knows better than to leave the rich man empty handed while serving the whore. 

"I don't want to own you.." 

A half truth. He wants the man to himself, as his own... But not .. entirely as a toy, just as his own person that would own him just as much. The whore's independent, sassy way of being just that is one of many reasons why he is so attracted to him. 

"I want to be with you..." Jungkook turns his chin to face Jimin again. He wraps his fingers around the man's delicate wrist as it strokes his collarbone, easily reaching around it. With just a harsh squeeze, he could easily snap the tender bones, and just the thought of it makes his heart race. He'd never... But, it makes him feel a type of way. 

"Is that silly?" Jungkook purses his lips, withdrawing his hold on Jimin before he would give in to the urge to squeeze for a response. Instead, he occupies his hands with a new drink, tilting his head back to feel the ice clink against his teeth.

"Ridiculous." Jimin's eyes follow Jungkook's lips as they hug the glass. The memory of them on his own is clear as day. Pretty and soft. Heart-shaped with a loving touch. "I haven't been with someone in years. Since before I started selling my body," he scoffs. Burning stares rip him from their conversation. Before he knows it, he's being candid with this CEO--revealing parts of himself, for free. 

"But that's a story for another time." Jimin straightens his posture, arching his back and lifting his chest. Perky pierced nipples gleam beneath a white mesh tank top. Without trying, it serves as a subtle reminder of their arrangement. He's a whore and Jungkook is, well, a sickeningly rich man with a sickeningly sweet adoration for the blonde's work. Rather, an adoration for him as a person, which Jimin struggles to wrap his mind around. What Jimin can wrap his mind around is money. Money doesn't leave you to survive on the street. Money doesn't turn its back on you. 

"We seem to be attracting a lot of attention, Jeon. If you have plans for me, perhaps we should talk about payment."

Jungkook straightens his posture as well, placing his drink back on the table, then turns his body to give Jimin his full attention. His hands clasp together, resting his elbows on his knees as he leans forward towards the whore with a half smile, almost as if he wishes Jimin wouldn't have gone into work mode so suddenly. 

"Okay then." He inhales deeply, eyes roaming the room as he thinks. He looks back at the man, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "I'll pay you for the entire night... You don't have to stay longer than necessary, but I will pay you enough so you won't have to take on any other clients..."

"Deal," Jimin abruptly confirms, shocking himself with the eagerness in his tone. Like he's awaiting what comes next. Giddy to be alone with the man once again. 

Fucking idiot. Jimin is internally critical of himself, although the feeling doesn't last long. He's already thinking of the matching necklace that would pair beautifully with his new earrings. If anyone were to look close enough, they'd swear they could see his dark eyes gleam with a faint shade of green. 

"Where are we off to this time, Mr. Jeon?" His mesh-covered chest grows rosy pink beneath the thin tank top and he's already itching to take it off. Heat rolls off the CEO's body and encases every bit of his exposed flesh like a distanced hug. The sex worker nearly salivates to know what he has in store for him this time. 

"That shower. I can't stop thinking about it..." To Jimin’s own surprise, once he mentions it, the memory isn't of the harsh and passionate thrusts that stretched his rim for a tight squeeze. It's of the words that followed. The kiss that followed. Then it's all he can think of--pressing his lips to the rich man’s and tasting him again.

"Me too." Jungkook stands up slowly, a bit round beneath his feet from the drinks, yet manages to keep himself steady. He offers Jimin a warm hand to take, helping him up to pull him close by the waist, shameless to express that he's eager to be close yet again. 

"That guy spoke so eagerly of the VIP section... Have you been?" Jungkook asks, knowing it would be more than a good place to go. “We’ll take the liberty of checking it out together.”

Jungkook waited in the car and leaned against the window to watch Jimin, ensuring he got in safely.

"Goodnight.. Jimin." He murmured out loud to himself as he took in one last last scan of the neighborhood, and the people walking it. Before any of the street workers were able to even think about approaching his car, he drove off to the comfort of his large home. 

Some time later...

Jungkook steps inside—the chime of his security system echoes off the vacant hall walls while he kicks off his shoes, already eager to slip into a warm bath. 

"Master Jeon, welcome home." His personal maid chimes, immediately following him as he strides towards the bedroom. 

The android trails behind and swiftly picks up every piece of dirty clothing as he carelessly discards them to the floor. He doesn't respond to her, but merely allows her to do her job. 

Once fully in the nude, Jungkook glances over his shoulder at the robot and gives a dismissive wave of his hand. "I'm going to take a bath, do not disturb me." 

"Yes, master. A bath has been drawn for you in the main—" 

Jungkook interrupts his maid, reaching out to stroke the artificial skin of her cheek. It's soft, like silk...almost real. But.. after feeling Jimin's natural warmth, he can't ignore the fact that he can sense the difference in the false mechanical heat. 

"You’re dismissed, Hime. Please finish up your tasks and rest. I have a software update waiting for you." 

Hime whirrs—the faint blue line around her irises flash as if she's confirming the new order. She nods and turns on her heel to leave. 

Jungkook sighs and closes the door behind him to rummage in his walk-in closet for new clothes. Finding what he needs, a simple pair of sweats and a t-shirt, he turns around and jumps in place when another of his creations suddenly appears by the exit of his closet. It leans against the frame casually. 

"Shit, you fucking scared me! I told you not to do that anymore."

The android holds a hand to its mouth to cover a small, mischievous smile. "And I'm a very good listener, as you programmed me to be." 

Beautiful, articulated fingers lift to its hairline and comb through the fluffy acrylic hair—a perfect shade of blonde, like the comfort of golden hour on a warm sunny day. The movement is almost undeniably human, how effortless the artificial form holds its casual lean while doing something so unnecessary. For an android, the comfort of where or how hair drapes shouldn't matter in the slightest. Yet, something as simple as brushing hair out of eyes is common amongst humans, and it seems to please the rich man when little nuances are reflected in his latest model. 

"I like the look of shock on a human's face. It's very intriguing to me." Without waiting for acknowledgement from its creator, the android takes a step closer. "Where have you been?"

"I went to the club." Jungkook says without a second thought. He's got no reason to lie, especially not to his android. Even if he did, his creation would easily be able to detect his whereabouts through his phone—mostly done as a safety precaution. 

The rich man slings his clothes over his shoulder, shameless in his nudity as he finds a pair of underwear. "Since when do you care? You always know my location." He chuckles, turning to face his creation. A face he’s grown fond of very quickly. 

It’s a spitting image of Jimin. However, the flawless appearance is noticeable now that the inventor has spent a long time in the real Jimin’s presence, seeing him up close and clear. 

"Did you apply the new software update to the global server in time? The news covered it, so it's important not to deploy even a second too late.." Jungkook huffs, scrunching his nose, "You know how those reviewers are, nitpicking and looking for anything to complain about if their android isn't up to date."

The look-alike quirks his eyebrow. "What do you take me for, an amateur? The update was applied on-time, to the millisecond." 

He has all the confidence of the real Jimin, and it grows every day. Each passing minute with the sex worker has allowed Jungkook the opportunity to pick up little bits of information—now an address, a phone number, and even an original photo of the man. With plenty of time to spare, the android has taken the liberty of pulling that information to better know the object of his creator's desire. In short—the Jimin replica is even more in-tune with Jungkook's muse than he knows. 

This shall please him, the android presumed. Phone numbers lead to social media accounts, and through social media accounts one can easily pull a thrush of characteristics, such as speech patterns and subtle undertones of sass. 

"You know I do not possess the ability to care, but I've noted it's common courtesy to ask questions." The android's eyes gleam as it processes the sight unfolding—incapable of feeling arousal or shock or whatever emotion one could pair with seeing a man in the nude. But he takes in the sight and memorizes it for reference. "It shows interest in the person you're speaking to."

Jungkook hums in approval, internally knowing that there was no chance the deadline would be missed. He glances down at his naked body, then back up at the android, seeing the faint glow of his eyes as they scan him. He smiles, shaking his head as he ensures he's got everything needed before he walks to brush past the robot, lightly nudging him out of his way. 

"If you're not actually interested in something, there's no need to ask,” he mutters into the android's ear, stepping towards the large bathroom connected to his master bedroom. As his maid had told him, a warm bath was already prepared in advance of his arrival. 

"Kami, can you bring my phone? I'm not sure where I left it... Fuck, maybe it's still in the car. Locate it?" Jungkook places his clothes on the counter by the sink and dips his hand into the warm water to confirm it isn't too hot. As always, it’s perfectly warm to his taste, maintained by the heating system of the tub. 

Kami. It's a name he'd chosen for his personal android, the next step in artificial intelligence. He's one of a kind, and has been around the young genius for as long as he can remember. Nobody knows of him, as he is to be perfected. And who else is a better man at trial and error than the mastermind behind a new era of artificial companionships?

For a long time, Kami simply remained a shell of a bot—a program without a face, running through his personal network as an artificial pet to aid him in his work. But he'd also become a companion, somebody he could trust with everything, as he is his most precious accomplishment and most treasured belonging. 

Artificial flesh and a malleable body had been created quickly, detailed and reformed countless times until the CEO was satisfied. Not until just recently, after his first meeting with the sex worker, had he found the perfect muse to replicate. 

Jungkook steps into the tub, slowly sinking in with a longing sigh in contentment. Not until now does he feel the ache of his overworked muscles and marks that linger on his neck.

"This was in your pants pocket." Kami chimes from the bathroom doorway. Jungkook's phone is pinched between his fingers like a fleshy claw machine. "No need to locate, it was here all along." 

He narrows his glowing eyes on his creator as the man adjusts to the heat of the tub, assessing, as if capable of seeing through to the bone. The slight twinge in his expression is quickly registered as pain and discomfort. Such a feeling is not relatable to the android, but he's taught himself what to do if it ever arose. 

"Relax," Kami prompts, bringing the tone of his voice down to a calming hum. With delicate placement, he lays the phone face-down on a small side table, next to his creator. "Lay back." He places a reassuring hand on Jungkook's shoulder and guides him to rest against the tall backing of the tub.

"So..." The mechanical rhythm of deep kneading begins, just as the CEO enjoys. "Suppose I am actually interested. Would it be appropriate for me to ask how you got to be so filthy?"

"Hah.." Jungkook leans back comfortably, relaxing in the warmth of the tub and the precise kneading of Kami's skillful hands, knowing exactly where to apply pressure for relief. "You're sharp, as always." He roams his hands up his torso, wiping off the dried mix of sweet, sour and bitter juices and candy. "I got a bit too excited playing." He licks his chapped lips at the memories resurfacing, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

Jimin... 

He wonders what he's up to, if he got clean and comfy like he said he would. If he thinks about him just as much as he does.. 

"A few drinks and I can't help but get hungry. You know I like sweet things."

"All too well," Kami nods. "This Jimin has a way of making you..." he pauses to register his thoughts. "Carefree." 

The manufactured man remembers a time, not that long ago, when no being could satisfy his creator's sweet tooth, so to speak. No human seemed to peak his interest, or fulfill the many fantasies he'd built up over the years. So he indulged in the fabricated flesh of androids, created to sate his every need to the best of their abilities. 

Kami's abilities grow by the day. He gives an irregular crook of his thumb—a technique he picked up from a YouTube tutorial—to break up a deep knot at the center of Jungkook's trap muscle. 

"Ah, god.." Jungkook groans when the android finds a sensitive spot in his muscle, lip twitching in slight pain. He takes a deep breath when he finds relaxation in his body, definitely thanks to the massage, and the way he manages to rub off the filth from his skin. He waves towards the loofah on the edge, unable to reach it himself from the comfort of leisure. 

Kami continues with concentration. "Will I have the pleasure of meeting him one of these days, or do you plan to keep him all to yourself?"

"We will see, won't we?" Jungkook hums, pondering on the thought. His lips curl into a small, toothy grin, "I definitely plan to keep him to myself. He's so interesting, and unpredictable... and so, so pretty." 

"Very pretty." The android agrees, catching a glimpse of his new visage in the large mirrored wall behind the bathroom sink. 

He leans forward and presses his chest to Jungkook's back, grasping the loofah. Without instruction, he wets it in the warm bath water and lets the fibrous material absorb until it's sopping wet. 

"Just talking about him. It makes your skin pink..." Kami traces the slope of the man's neck with the loofah and circles each new hickey, remembering the placement and color. "No wonder you modeled me after him." 

Circles grow wider and curl around Jungkook's shoulder, gently scrubbing over his sticky chest until the sugar crystals dissolve and fall away. The android is diligent, covering every bit of skin until he's squeaky clean. 

"I've begun to register preferences from my latest patch. One of my favorite parts of this body are the hands." Jimin's small, delicate hands. Kami smooths a bare palm over the expanse of Jungkook's chest, ensuring all the chocolate has gone entirely. "Do they feel just as good?"

Jungkook leans forward a bit, looking down at the delicate hand soothing his chest. If he didn't actually know that this wasn't Jimin, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. But although the warmth of water aids in the comforting touch, the rich man is a man of extreme detail, and he can tell it's not the same as a human's touch. 

"Pretty much. The difference is barely noticeable." Jungkook smooths the pads of his fingers over the artificial flesh of Kami's hand. It's the newest fabrication, even more resistant to temperature and injuries of various kinds. Durable, to say the least. 

"Do your sensors work? Do you feel this?" He asks, stroking the skin before pinching it between his fingers. Although pain is not something the android can feel, the sensation of anything touching them is something he's been adamantly working on programming into the system, with many trials and errors. "I need to tweak it further, I think.. You're not reacting."

There's a delayed response, but Kami's hand begins to twitch beneath Jungkook's touch. 

"Wait, I..." His eyebrows knit in confusion at the new sensation, or, sensation at all. For the first time he's able to compute the man's presence on a deeper level than ever before. "I feel you." The blue glowing rim of Kami's irises gleam brighter and zeros in on the point of contact. Now he can tell, just by observing the motion of his creator's hand, how such a simple motion could evoke a response. 

He brings up his hand and returns the light pinch to Jungkook. Takes the delicate skin between the man's thumb and pointer finger and gives it a squeeze, sensing with analytical precision just how hard to press before he too earns a response. 

"Amazing," the android hums and focuses his glowing attention back to Jungkook. "Touch me somewhere else. Make sure it works everywhere."

“Wait, really?!” Jungkook’s eyes widen, spinning around in the tub to face the robot. His face displays excitement and disbelief. 

Has he finally accomplished the ability in his creation to feel physical sensations? 

“What about this?” He asks, reaching out to place his wet, warm hand on Kami’s cheek. He softly strokes his thumb underneath the android's eye, watching the blue light glow as it processes his touch. His hand slowly moves down, to the artificial man’s neck, to the hem of the collar of his shirt. “Or this?” 

Although the Android felt his pinch at a delay, he’s yet to find any reaction to gentle touch. But he’s way too excited, and needs to know. 

“I could reprogram the delay, if that’s all that’s missing. What do you feel? How does it feel?”

“It feels like...erm...” Kami has to process it. Mull it over. Find the words to describe this... “Pressure, I suppose.” He nods to confirm his deduction. “Pressure seems right...” 

His creator’s hands grasp different parts, with the intent of making him feel. It’s a different sensation, not only by the faint pressure of it, but the delivery of touch. Jungkook takes his time and asks Kami, with genuine intrigue, how it affects him. 

“It takes a moment, but I sense you all around me. It feels...good?” He shrugs. “I imagine that’s how ‘good’ feels.” Kami watches on with immense intrigue. This simple act has brought so much excitement to his creator. 

What is it about the sensation of touch that has him in such a state? 

“I’m becoming more like him, aren’t I?” Kami smiles, showcasing his brilliant white teeth. It crinkles his eyes which radiate a striking sky blue. “Jimin.”

Jungkook’s eyes roam every feature of his creations flawless face, so eerily similar to the real man all the way to the small detail of the way his eyes squint into soft crescent moons when he smiles. 

Smiling... 

Kami had learned that the rich man loved a pretty smile—Jimin's smile. Sometimes he wondered whether this smile was a genuine reaction to the situation, or a programmed response. If he'd take a guess, it was probably a mixture of both. 

“Yes. This is... it’s huge, Kami. You... you—“ Jungkook can barely speak, shaking in excitement as he roams his hands down the robot's chest, touching and squeezing everywhere on his torso. “It’s a fucking breakthrough. Albeit a bit glitchy... This is amazing—You’re amazing.” Jungkook praises, his eyes burning with the passion possessing him regarding his work.

One step closer to another era of androids. Androids that could feel sensations. For now, it is just that, a sensation. But Kami described the feeling as good, which is entirely unheard of until now. It makes the inventor wonder, with great curiosity…

Can he possibly feel more than just.. good?