Jin's Perspective

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I am woken by a shake of the bed. The springs jolt and so does my body on it. Eyes flickering, they sting and beg to shut again but I am too curious over what happens in the room. I can't tell the time of day, but the digital time is written in the corner on a clock, and my eyes go huge.

I hop off the bed.

My breath is caught and I look at the you. You're running around trying to find your robe. You cling on to the ends and cover your naked body. Your eyes are beautiful and wild from shock. Your hair is messy and explains the events of last night. I smile to myself while putting on my jeans; watching you panic.

"We're going to die, I'm going to die," you mumble and I hear it. My brows furrow but there is a small smile on my face as I slip into my shirt and grab my jacket that is by your feet.

I stand and come face-to-face with you. You are nibbling at your lip, eyes on the clock then the door. I am awkward because I remember those lips from last night. I also remember pulling your hair, knotting it between my fingers and making it the mess it is right now. I swallow hard and snap out of my thoughts.

"I guess your boss didn't wake us?" My question revolves around more than what it asks. You answer and I get what I need, "Exactly, which means my ass is dead. Sarah probably went out for work and that means Duke is in. If he finds out I didn't head off to the others last night."

I step back, clearing my throat in awkwardness. There are butterflies in my stomach from seeing you so adorable while woken, but then I remember who you are and what last night was. I feel idiotic and shy. "Others? Were there..." the gulp in my throat intensifies, "were there more to get to last night?"

You nod, shrugging, "I was trying to have a productive night and get work done."

I smile. I don't know if it reaches my eyes because I'm sure I'm faking it. "Wow. I feel special. What a great goal-setter you are."

You scoff and I watch the change in your character from last night to now. "Don't judge my work," you pipe, "I don't judge yours, twinkle toes." I am taken aback over the sassiness that rages in your voice.

Seductive, sweet, hot and sexy you were last night with me. This morning, waking so quick and hugging your naked body tight behind a shield of cloth, all while jumping around, snapping, and playing moody...not a good way for a woman like you to cater to business.

"The way you're behaving with me right now is different from last night," I clarify my doubts. My eyes narrow and I see the click of realization over your attitude hit. Suddenly, you aren't looking at the door in fear and your eyes are gleaming with sweetness in my direction.

You jump cute. You peck my lips with a kiss. I flutter my eyes in surprise, not expecting that, before seeing you cover your tracks well. You apologize with cute eyes, my insides want to give in but I know it's a show. You're trying not to get a bad review of sorts or complaint, and that causes amusement to roll inside me.

"Suddenly happy, huh?" I question.

I laugh when your eye twitches. Your smile is big and you shake your head before leaning over to kiss me again. I lean away.

"Doesn't that charge?" I ask and you grin, grabbing the collars of my jacket and pulling my lips to yours. I kiss without hesitation.

I smile at what you murmur by my lips. "This one's for free, okay?" You say.

I smile. It is shy. I feel shy when in comparison from last night and all that happened. I can't believe half of it. I feel like the minute you kissed me, straddled me, made me feel...that was the minute I lost all morality. I did the illegal last night and weirdly enough, looking at you glowing so close, I didn't regret it.

"Now," You pat my jacket and my chest. I stare at your hand and then your face. "Let's sneak you out of here before you get robbed of more money, and I am found." My confusion is back over your terror for something or someone.

You push me adorably to the door. I laugh, admiring your still woken from in a daze. I can't keep my eyes away. The fact that I find you cute is inappropriate on its own but I can't help it. I stare and you push me again. I laugh again with my hands up. "Okay okay," I sigh out, moving to open the door.

Before I get to it. The door opens and a large man comes in. I feel the need to be on my tippy-toes and eat larger portions of food to even compete. About to sweetly greet the man that is shocked and glaring between us, the fact that I hear your breath quicken behind me is a bad sign.

"Well Well." The man's voice is strong. "What do we have here?"

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"Nothing." My voice is strong. "Nothing is what we have here."

I stand in an office that looks better than the entire brothel house combined. I stare at the man leaning on a desk that doesn't belong to him. But he rests on it as if it does.

His name is Duke. I came to be familiar with him when he grabbed you and pulled you out the room away from me. You were tossed and ordered to stand in the corner while I was ordered not to look over at you even once.

I don't, for the sake of you. I hear you trying not to cry in the corner...

I don't understand it at first. I don't understand the relationship, and I definitely don't understand the power this square-faced man has over every woman in this brothel that stay quiet in their rooms.

His face is square. But he is chiselled, even though big. His eyes are sharp along with other features. When he smiles, there is potential for charm but Duke ruins it by the bitter grins he shoots out. He is cocky and he holds a bravado of ownership I don't like at all.

"A whole night huh? That's a couple of hundred extra." He crosses his arms at his large chest. It would be impossible to try and find a heart in such large surface area.

I'm in shock. Your voice is soft and interrupting as you defend, "We were just sleeping. Only thirty minutes of my servi—"

"Did I ask you to talk?" His tone is dark and he doesn't look at you. I notice how he doesn't even look, ruling and ordering you around without even acknowledging you to be equal; human. "I say shut the fuck up, so you shut the fuck up."

My jaw is tightening. I don't look over at you because he will yell. I nod and get this over with quick. The faster I am out of here, the faster I can erase this out of my memory and history. Never again. This could be unnecessary drama...

"How much do I owe?" I ask. I avoid the issues that are circulating the air. "It was 350 for the hour."

"5000."

I knit my brows. "Did you just pull that number out of no wh—"

"Yup. Out of my ass, now bring it forward so when Sarah is back from wherever she ran off to, I can gloat about robbing you for breaking brothel rules."

I am angry. I swallow it up. I say nothing other than truth, "I don't have that type of money on me."

Duke is smiling. I have never wanted to smack someone hard in the face before until today. The way he moves even pisses me off, and I live and tolerate Bangtan so that says a lot.

Duke's smile falls as he finally looks your way. His boots are loud as he moves to you. I allow myself to look and examine with narrow eyes once he's at your side. You are looking to the ground. Your hands are holding your robe together. You're statue-like and it makes me uncomfortable.

"Sleep well?" He purrs and it's close to your ear. He is too close and I surprisingly start to feel protective. I see you shake, glare into air and try to stay strong. "Now persuade him to pay up before you get it."

You don't look at me or say anything.

I watch as Duke's hand slips rough and haste to your bare stomach, breaching the robe you were trying to hold together. You flinch away, nostrils flaring. You slap the man. He is grinning. I watch in horror as he grabs your wrist and it doesn't bring they pleasure I brought you last night. His hold makes your eyes leak and lips tremble. I am scared.

"Don't touch her," I panic and spit.

Duke's eyes are narrowed. He is slow with the tilt of his head. But when he does look over, I swallow hard and try not to look worried. I fail and he notices me try to cover it up. He snorts with laughter.

"Oh, don't tell me you're one of those virgin-guys who sleeps with a whore once and is suddenly in love."

I say the wrong thing. I am defensive and instead of saying something to protect you or honour you, I honour myself. "I'm not an idiot child. I know what she is and what she means."

Your eyes were once soft when looking at me. Now, they are sad and pissed again. You simply focus on trying to rip away from Duke but he doesn't move. He cracks his neck and looks over. He is fond of your struggle. He licks his lips and likes watching it with roaming eyes.

I feel sick. What have I gotten myself into?

"Here, lover boy," Duke knows what he says. He is smart and I feel naked again. He senses my worry and uses it against me, "I'll catch you a deal."

He lets you go. I watch you shake and hold the robe together.

His boots are softer when coming to me. Eye to eye, he is the type of guy to be in your face when he talks. It's a way to intimidate. Again, I have been with 6 other crazy boys. It takes supernatural things to scare me, not humans trying to play alpha.

"I sense you worry for her. Witnessing what you have," he chuckled, "Sorry about that by the way. No client is to see how we handle bad whores."

I want to say something but I don't. I awkwardly glance at you. You're actually crying and I see the water. I see your eyes and I see the pain. My lips part and the concern is visible on my face for a second. I force myself to look away.

I barely know you. Stop it Jin. This isn't your business.

"What exactly can I do so I can leave?" I make my voice bored. I don't look over at you to see if it effects you. All I hear is a sniffle very, very soft at one point.

Duke looks at me. From head-to-toe and for a second I think he's trying to pimp me out. I chuckle nervous and he laughs at the idea of me thinking that when I nervously say "no" to a question that wasn't even asked. Duke is amused. I made him amused.

"5000 is the final cut I need out of you." His smile is gone.

I swallow hard. The nervous smile I had before falling as well. I look like I just witnessed Jungkook walking in on member's showering on purpose. I look horrified. Here I thought we were actually going to some negotiable point...

"But I don't hav—"

"You can have her any night, any day for the next two weeks. I need that money by the end of those weeks." Duke's smile is back. "This way, I get my money, and she is punished by not having clients for her own profits."

I furrow my brows. Awkwardly glancing over at you who is shocked, your voice is small. "I can't just cancel on other clients to—" you voice is shut up when Duke pulls out his finger. I am surprised over how he could make a girl that controlled herself so powerfully the other night shut up from just a raise of a finger.

Duke steps closer and I fluster. I chuckle and move back. My shins hit the desk behind me and I trip. Handling myself, Duke is still walking forward while I'm still a sucker for nervous laughter.

"I'll tell you what'll happen if you don't pay me."

I gulp. This is the end. I die today. Bye food, you have been the best girlfriend to me I've never had. I can't even laugh at my own internal joke from sudden fear.

"I can't kill you...fuckin' sucks that you're an idol and people will notice you've gone," Duke grumbles out, back to leaning on the desk I pushed earlier. "But I can kill her."

I look to you when Duke points. You aren't even shocked and that is what makes my stomach flip upside down. Your numb gaze is on the floor again. I don't know you but that right there, that reality, and the reality of this sudden situation hurts me. My senses to protect kick in.

"Take her, do what you want with her, she's yours for two weeks. I'm trying to be fair with the money you owe," Duke mumbles bored. Then he check you out with his eyes. It's like an animal ready to dive in on its prey to eat. I see how you start to shake more. I am sickened further.

What kind of place is this? Where is Sarah? Which friend is she with that is too important when in comparison to her girls? Why leave them with such a douchebag? I sigh at my thoughts, question upon question.

"Two weeks and I need money. After that you don't touch or see her again. If you follow my rules and do what I say, I won't kill her and an innocent girl's blood won't be on your hands that way."

I want to throw up. I look at her. I think of the money and amount being asked. I feel sick again. I want to curse my childhood friends for bringing me over here. They tricked me and told me it was a new restaurant place I hadn't visited yet. Look where it got me. No food and just crazy Mr.Clean look-a-like-man. I stare at Duke as I think.

Duke snaps his fingers at my face and I jump. "Clock is ticking, I need an answer fucker." He swears for no reason, I don't even feel mad about it at this point.

I look at you.

I see how beautifully shaped your eyes are. You look tired and the makeup you wore last night is deep within the pores of your skin. The black at your eyes run down your cheeks from the crying, however. You're crying crying crying. My lips part then they close.

I look at Duke, I look at you.

He answers for me with a laugh. Slapping his hand to my shoulder, I try not to wince at how hard it was.

"When she's silent I take it as a yes..." you look away with discomfort and hurt in your eyes and I don't know whether his words and your reaction have double meaning. All I know is that my heart is starting to hurt along with my brain as he finishes with a flashy smile. "I'll take yours as a yes as well."

I was blank.

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I was full.

The minute I stepped into the dorm, hundreds of questions from the members were thrown my way. My head hurt and I was still recovering from all that happened. From last night with a prostitute, this morning with the butterflies, Duke and his fury, an agreement on 5000 I didn't agree to...to now my childhood friends texting in worry asking where I am, to Yoongi and the others bothering my ear.

"You're going to have to say something to management and explain where you were." Yoongi obnoxiously sips his soup. My head hurts just to hear it, I relax. I try hard not to snap. 

"I understand that."

"You still haven't answered where you were." Now it is Taehyung. He is munching on chips loud. I am going to explode but I hold it in.

"Got drunk with the boys and didn't realize what was what. Stayed at their hotel with them." I lie. I lie well actually, because they believe it.

Taehyung cutely moves his mouth to chew a chip that is a little too big for his mouth. I look at it and suddenly remember your lips on my dick for some odd reason. I blink away from Taehyung, uncomfortable. The boy is oblivious over what I just envisioned as he continues to eat chips that are too big for his mouth to first chew.

Yoongi is back again with sipping. "You going to stay there again tonight? We understand since you haven't seen those friends in years and they've come to visit by staying close."

I think about Duke.
I think about the money.
I think about the situation I am in.
I think about the two weeks.
...I think about you.

I text one of my town friends. I tell them the opposite of what I tell Yoongi and Taehyung who wait for my answer.

I text: staying at the dorm tonight, don't worry, I'm okay, just tired. 😂 see you tomorrow for breakfast, tell the others.

I clear my throat, awkwardly framing a plan in my head to visit the brothel again as asked. The last I want is you or any of the other women there hurt because I don't show and Duke—too egotistical and childish—vents anger to all...so, I lie. I lie through my teeth.

"Yes I'll be with the boys tonight. Don't wait up for me at the dorm." I smile and they believe me. I feel awful for lying. But all I think about was you crying, and suddenly lying is a little easier.

It is weird for me to think about, but I am going back...I am going to spend another night with you; whatever that entails, we'll see.