I know I was the one who didn't trust you in the first place but I was the one who approached you. The one that helped you treat your ailment. The one who loved you ...

[this chapter is dedicated to one of my favourite authors:  @FuyuRain ]

''Sorry for disturbing you...V''.

The red-haired boy stood from his chair  dumbfounded and clutched the towel he was wearing with his strong hands. He gulped seeing the boy in front of him, having his hands deep in his pockets, observing him thoroughly.

''I, I...what are you doing here?'' Taehyung asked the brunet.

''I don't know, what people are doing in these places?'' Jimin clearly annoyed replied.

''It's not what it looks like...'' Taehyung tried to explain and raised his hand to touch Jimin's shoulder.

''You don't have to explain me anything. You are nothing to me and I am nothing to you. Simple as that. I only came here to return this and this...'' Jimin spoke calmly and placed on the table the silver necklace and the extra money Taehyung gave him yesterday.

''You must have accidentally dropped it. I doubt that it has any value to you, considering how rich you are but I had to return it. Same goes for the money. Goodbye'' he said and turned to leave.

''Wait, please'' Taehyung run and blocked the door.

''V...''.

''My name is Taehyung. Please call me like that'' the boy silently spoke.

''Okay, Taehyung can you let me leave? I think that you have some clients waiting for you'' Jimin spoke with a raspy voice and tried to push the boy out of his way.

''Take me with you. Don't leave me he-here. I-I  cannot stay here ...I can't anymore'' Taehyung claimed. His brown eyes were becoming teary and his voice cracked.

''I can't. I have a job and so do you. Why did you come here in the first place? Why are you letting people exploit you for their own sexual needs? What do you gain from that, apart from money? It just provides you with some minutes of pleasure. Not love, no emotions, nothing. Do you know how they are describing you? As their special fucktoy! Is this what you want to be Taehyung?'' Jimin spoke with a harsh tone.

''Take me with you, just for today. I don't want to stay here. They will do bad things to me. I am not lying to you. Please sir...''.

''I am not telling you my name, I don't trust you. Let me leave Taehyung''.

''Please...have you ever been in a situation that you wish you could escape but something held you captive?''.

Jimin stood in front of the boy and observed him. His beautifully dishevelled hair, his brown eyes that seemed too common yet too extraordinary, his well built body, which despite the savageness and the hardships it has experienced, looked fetching.

How many painful nights were hiding under this pulchritudinous skin, under these fallow irises?

''How am I suppose to get you out of here?''.

''You are helping me? Thank you so much! Thank you so much sir! '' the red- haired happily said and hugged the brunet's figure tightly.

Jimin was slightly taken aback by the action. How can a man who has this sort of job, possess such a child-like, bubbly, lively personality?

'''Suggest something, before I change my mind''.

''Just pretend that you are taking me to your house. I will tell Jhope and then we are free for the rest of the night'' Taehyung quickly mumbled.

''Who the hell is Jhope?'' Jimin wondered.

''You might know him as waiter 22. He is the only person that I trust in here''.

''He was the one who called you a fucktoy'' Jimin claimed, clearly disgusted.

''He isn't wrong though, is he? Anyway give me a moment...'' Taehyung was about to throw his towel when he looked back at Jimin who was impatiently tapping his foot on the floor.

''Sir...can you ,ummm, can you turn around? I have to get dressed'' Taehyung said shyly.

''You are unbelievable! Hundreds of people must have seen you naked and you can't undress in front of me?'' Jimin inquired.

''It's because I respect you sir''.

''Fine. I will turn around. And please stop calling me sir, it's not like I am that older''.

Jimin turned around, trying not to give in, in his temptations. He hasn't seen a naked woman up close for two months, and a man even longer. 

''I am ready...stranger'' Taehyung spoke and wore his cardigan and his scarf.

''Fancy outfit''.

''Thanks. I was going for something discreet, but something must have gone wrong'' Taehyung said with a smile.

Jimin giggled, but thankfully Taehyung didn't hear that. Jimin was never going to describe this incident to Taehyung. Ever.

They tried to make their way through the bodies that were dancing or making out in front of them.

Jimin saw a lot of men and  women touching Taehyung and whispering naughty things to his ear, but the boy continued walking, unbothered. Jimin didn't even know Taehyung and yet he hated that the boy didn't have any sort of respect for his body or the decency to prohibit people from touching him.

His thoughts got interrupted, when he felt someone pinching his ass.

He turned around and saw a man looking at him with lust. Jimin tried to sustain his urge to punch the man hard, but Taehyung didn't.

He grabbed the man's collar and spoke to him with a deep, angry voice:

''Touch him again and you will end up dead'' he hissed and pushed the man to the floor.

Jimin stayed there, unable to comprehend what happened when he felt Taehyung grabbing his hand and pulling him .

''Jhope, I have a client, I am leaving''.

''But, but the boy said...you told me...'' Jhope stood there, incapable of explaining the situation.

Taehyung whispered to the man's ear before he opened the door:

''Don't let our  boss know. Please''.

He pulled Jimin with him and they both left the building, leaving the red, blurry lights and the smell of strong liquor behind them.

00:00

''Do you mind sitting here, stranger?'' Taehyung wondered, pointing at a bench.

''Do you know how  much money I have lost Taehyung? Instead of working, I am here talking with a ...you'' Jimin bluntly spoke.

Taehyung just sighed and sat on the bench with Jimin sitting next to him afterwards.

They just sat there, both of their minds having thousands of questions to ask, questions filled with disquietude and nervousness. Until Taehyung gained the courage speak.

''If you want to ask me anything or you know, share one of your problems, I am here''.

''I don't have any problems. And if I had, I would certainly never share them with you. You see Taehyung, well, I don't know how you see it, but I have no idea who you are and my first impression of you isn't exactly perfect''.

''Everyone has problems stranger. It's not like I trust you that much either. You just came all this way to bring me back my necklace, so I think you deserve an explanation'' Taehyung said.

''What happened to your hand? Why were your clothes torn? Why are you letting people exploit your body? How did you end up there? Have they done something unforgivable to you? Why were you out of order today?'' Jimin bombarded the poor boy with questions.

''Slow down, stranger. First of all, I am not a freaking  elevator'' he laughed and Jimin couldn't help but smile back.

''I think I can answer some of your questions, stranger. But...''.

''My name is Jimin. I hate the word stranger, so call me Jimin''.

''Thanks for your help Jimin. But I am not sure this is the best place for a coversation like this'' Taehyung claimed and he instantly felt the cold drops of rain falling above their heads.

The few people who were out this time of night started  running, trying to find a place to protect themselves from the downpour, whereas Jimin and Taehyung were sitting on the bench clearly unaffected by the rain.

''I don't mind a little rain, do you Jimin?'' Taehyung asked.

''No, not at all. In fact if I get sick, my boss might give me a day off'' he smirked.

''Yeah'' Taehyung smiled at the boy next to him. '' Jimin...''.

''What is it Taehyung?''.

''Thank you for not being disgusted by me. Thank you for not flinching from my touch. Thank you for saving me, Jimin'' the boy said and grabbed Jimin's veiny hands, engulfing them in his own.