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The all so familiar sign comes to Jungkook's field of vision and all he can do is roll his eyes at name for god knows how many times already. He has always wondered how a club with such a ridicilous name has become so popular and that too, among the crazy rich people in the city.

The club known as 'NCMC' is the most popular club in the city and most of the visitors don't even know what the obviously shortened name even stands for, it's not like it would matter anyway.

Well, the name stands for 'Nobody calls me chicken'. When Jungkook first saw the shining sign next to the big doors of the club, he thought that people were crazy for liking a club named like that.

Well, little did he know what the club looked like from the inside. When you step in the building, you can immediately tell that the place has standards and that the people inside are all rich pedophiles trying to find young boys and girls to sleep with, of course for a money reward.

Well, it's not like Jungkook necessarily has a problem with that but being the only young person in the place most of the times can be a bit exhausting. He can't come in without knowing he has his date waiting for him, because without a man beside him, the poor boy would be surrounded by thirsty fifty year old waisted men with stinking breaths and groping hands.

It's not like he's safe from all the glances even if he is with a man, but at least that causes his date to pay him even more, knowing that the boy could just dump him and go with someone who's ready to pay more.

Yeah, you could say Jungkook is pretty hot stuff among the richest men in the city and rumors of him being a god in bed has spread out to every single club visitor. Jungkook himself doesn't know how that has happened because he has never slept with anyone all the way, but he just assumes that the men he has spent nights with in the bar have bragged about it to everyone else, even though it never happened.

The thing is, Jungkook has never said to anyone that he has never had sex. The fact that everyone sees him as just a useless slut feels better than people getting actually interested in him in other ways too. He's too broken to open up to anyone and he just simply doesn't believe in love.

That's when his thoughts go to Namjoon.

The man is now sitting in front of him with bleeding eyes that are begging him for forgiveness. These are the times when Jungkook feels like he's on top of the world.

Namjoon is begging him to stay with him and not to go for another man who would cladly take Jungkook and only care for his body unlike the man in front of him claims to do. Jungkook knows he's insane, he knows something is badly wrong with him for wanting people to care about him for only his body.

He knows that he is just destroying his own mental health more and more everyday as he walks into this club and pretents like everything is fine and like he doesn't respect himself. Only that he really doesn't.

How can he respect himself after the lifestile he's been forced to live? He only pities himself and that makes the poor boy disrespect himself even more. Then why? Why did it feel so upsetting when he heard it from someone other's mouth?

Why did it hurt so much when the man with his deep voice and piercing sharp eyes said the five words; 'I despise people like you'.

Maybe it was beacuse he has never heard that from anyone but himself before or maybe because the man's face was covered with such a strong feeling of pure disgust as he spat those words in his face but Jungkook can't help but think it was something else. Something bigger that he just can't pinpoint yet.

"Jungkook?!"

The boy snaps out of his thoughts and raises his head too meet with Namjoon's concerned expression.

"Taehyung sent you greetings", the boy mutters before he can stop himself from slipping the words from his mouth. The man in front of him furrows his perfect eyebrows and lifts one up in a questioning manner.

"Taehyng? You met him again?", the man asks with his eyebrows staying in the previous place, not sortening out the arch they are in.

Jungkook gently bites down on his lower lip and humms a yes as a response. Namjoon's eyebrows seem to arch even more at the reply and now he looks to be stressed about something.

Jungkook just bents down onto the table and reaches for the man's forehead with his slender fingers, the tips of his fore and middle fingers pressing on the man's sking between his eyebrows and clearing the wrinkled skin.

Namjoon seems to be frozen on the spot when the younger sits back down on his chair and leans back with a satisfied expression on his angelic face. "Now's better, don't furrow your brows so often, it's gonna cause you head aches", the smaller says with his soft voice.

"Don't do things like that, you are only making me fall for you even more", the older mocks and now it's the younger's turn to be taken aback. "w-what? Don't be ridicilous hyung", Jungkook says and looks away, avoiding Namjoon's gaze.

The older just sighs and decides to let it be, knowing that if he started pressing on the topic, the younger would definitely leave him and go for someone else.

" 'm gonna grap something to drink", the smaller says and before waiting for an answer starts walking towards the familiar counter filled with all kinds of alcoholic drinks. Namjoon lets out yet another deep sigh and presses his hands against his sweating forehead.

"problems in paradise?", a sudden voice asks from behind him but Namjoon is too tired to lift his head to meet the gaze of the man, already knowing who it is. "Fuck off Sehun, when will you grow up and stop stalking him?", he only asks in annoyance.

The man only laughs and shakes his head even though Namjoon can't see the gesture. "Not for a while I guess. You know, I saw something pretty interesting yesterday", he says and sits down on the chair where a certain boy has just sat on.

"Fuck off"

"No, for real! I saw your little boy toy with your beloved cousin in the police station when I was getting interviewed for... uhm.. something you don't have to know about"

Now this catched the other man's attention and his head snaps up to finally glance at the man in front of him. Sehun has a smirk on his face when they lock gazes and that's when Namjoon rolls his eyes. "very funny, now fuck off for real", the man growls, not liking the games the other one is trying to play.

How did he even come up with something like that? Taehyung and Jungkook together at the police station, what a fucking joke. "Here", the blonde man says and lands a phone on the table.

Namjoon feels the urge to roll his eyes again but glances at the phone and suddenly he feels like the whole world stops. There, on the phone's screen is a picture of his cousin dragging a confused looking Jungkook by his wrist. Namjoon's jaw drops and he just keeps looking at the photo, not knowing what to think.

"What, where, when-",

"Like I already told you, they were on the police station yesterday. I don't know what they were there for but I saw as Taehyung came in and dragged Jungkook out of the building and I just decided to take a photo for you. If I can't have that piece of ass, then so can't your cocky cousin. Well, I don't exactly understand why you do either-",

"So you really stalk him?", Namjoon asks after the other starts talking nonsense. "What?! Dude, I just explained you why I happened to be there-",

"Sehun?", a soft voice asks interrupting the blonde man again. Sehun is about to yell at who ever it was, but when he turns around and is met with an angelic creature straight from heaven, he just widens his eyes and closes his phone screen before the younger can see anything that he isn't supposed to.

"Hey doll!", the blonde man squeals and graps the small boy's petite waist to bring him closer towards his own body, causing Jungkook to awkwardly glance at Namjoon.

The said man only furrows his eyebrows before grapping the younger one's wrist and pulling him away from the other man, only to press him limp against his own body instead. Jungkook can only roll his eyes when he hears the two men start arguing like some three years old kids.

"Namjoon!!", the youngest finally yells when a few minutes have went by and the chattering hasn't quietet down yet. Both of the men grow quiet and Namjoon brings his hand to Jungkook's hair in a comforting manner.

"Yes baby?",

"Mom called me when I was getting a drink and she said I have to be home in half an hour", Jungkook says with a pout and the older can immediately tell that he has in fact had a few drinks before coming to him.

"Oh okay, don't worry I'll drop you", the older says and then glances up just to see that the spot where Sehun was sitting just a second ago is now empty. With a sigh the man stands up and graps his baby by the waist so that he can guide the tipsy one to his car outside.

The car ride is totally quiet, the younger one falling asleep with an adorable pout on his lips and a cute blush on his cheeks as the older only glances at him here and there to make sure that he isn't vomiting while sleeping.

It takes only about ten minutes and they are in front of Jungkook's house already. Namjoon glances at the clock and lets out a sigh of relief when he realizes that the younger got home in time and will probably survive the next morning without his mom killing him.

Namjoon is fully aware of the woman's addiction with money and the fact that she uses Jungkook as a money maker in the family. As the poor boy is still in school, he wouldn't get any proper job yet and what could possibly pay better than sleeping with rich men every night?

The older hates the fact that Jungkook has been with so many old men before meeting himself. Only god knows how they have treated his precious baby and Namjoon is dying to know why Jungkook doesn't want to have sex with him.

Did the previous date of his do something hurtful or without consent? Is Namjoon not hot enough? Well, that can't be anything but an excuse and the man is very aware of that. Literally every younger and even older woman in the city would sell their kidney just to have one night with the man.

Namjoon has never gotten anything from Jungkook aside from one drunken blowjob. He's not even sure if the younger remembers it as they were drunk then, but if he does, he surely doesn't want to talk about it.

When the man comes back to reality and stops thinking about the amazing blow job from the younger, he takes one glance at his growing erection and groans in frustration. He is sexually frustrated since he has been with Jungkook for quite a long time already and just has to watch from aside when the smaller looks like a full course meal every second of his life.

He is allowed to touch Jungkook but only with both of their clothes on. Well, that's just called teasing as it's fullest. That means he is only allowed to get hard for the younger without getting any pleasure!

With one last groan the silver haired man glances at the digital clock and realizes that he has to bring the sleeping younger inside before his mother can think that he's late.

Luckily Jungkook is light as fuck and the bridal style carrying happens easily. He knows Jungkook's mom hates when people ring the door bell so he just opens the door himself and steps inside the modern house that feels nothing like a home.

He kicks his own expensive ass shoes off and starts walking towards the small boy's room upstairs. The room is the same as when he first visited it. The lack of posters on the walls and any type of toys makes it look like the boy has never had a proper teenage life.

The room is clean and the furniture consist only of a king sized bed and a massive wardrope. The bed is covered by a white bedspread that is laid there carefully, not a single wrinkle evident on the fabric.

Namjoon pulls the cover off the bed with one hand while still holding the sleeping beauty in his arms and then places the young boy on the mattres. A sudden feeling of pity hits him hard as he observes Jungkook soft and innocent features as he's still deep asleep with a relaxed expression.

After taking of the boy's shoes, pulling a blanket over him and kissing him a good bye on the forehead, he takes a one last look at his sleeping figure before walking out of the room and closing the door as quietly as he can. When he's finally downstairs, he's surprised to see Jungkook mom sitting in the livingroom.

"Hello mr.Kim, is the slut sleeping?", the woman's unpleasant voice asks and Namjoon feels like just walking put of the house without saying anything to the woman. "Yes, Jungkook is sleeping in his room", he answers after stepping the last step of the stairs that lead into the livingroom.

The woman only wrinkles his nose at the name of her son and takes a hold of the glass of wine in front of her. "Want some wine?", the woman asks and sends a smirk towards the man. "I could also help with that", she continues, glancing at the obvious bulge in the man's pants.

Namjoon glances down and sends a chuckle in the air with a shake of his head. "No thank you, your son already took care of it once but I just tend to get a bit too excited around him", he smoothly half lies and smirks at the woman.

"Whatever, come here for a second I have a request for you", she says after rolling her eyes in annoyance. This catches Namjoon off guard and the man only walks to the woman and sits down on the couch in front of her.

"You know.. you have been with my son for the longest time anyone has ever been with him", the woman starts and takes a sip from his glass, offering it to the man but getting a shake of a head as a rejection.

"Yes, I'm aware", Namjoon says and waits for the other to make her point.

"You have also been the one to pay the most. I know you are not a stupid man and I think you have already figured out why I do this to my son", the woman goes on, keeping her eye contact with the man in front of him, who now has furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, you're right", Namjoon says again.

"Well, like I already said, I have a request for you. You have two options and my son's life will be in your hands as you make the decision."

This is the moment when Namjoon knows that this is about something serious.

"The thing is, you will either 'buy' my son and get married with him or whatever, of course while paying me for getting him. And if you are not willing to do this, the slut is being sold to a human trafficer. I heard he would be worth quite a money."

As the woman finishes her speech with a smirk, Namjoon is already full of anger and disgust. "You sick wich! How can you do that to your own son?! You're seriosly more fucked up than I thought, you need help!", the man yells in anger.

When he stands up from the couch, his eyesight is full of red and without even thinking any further, he graps the woman's half empty glass of wine and throws it against the white wall behind her. The woman doesn't even flinch and just lets out a big laugh.

"Oh honey, I don't think you should act like this if you want to be able to buy my son before I sell him forward", she says in a calm tone, the sick smirk coming back to her wicked face. "You have a week to think about it, then the slut is leaving this house", she finishes of and then just starts walking upstairs without glancing back.