Jungkook ༉

Taehyung ignored me all day, or rather, he didn’t even notice me. Like everyone else, when they were not hacking on me.
I had hoped it would get better when he came back, but that was not the case. It felt even worse, because my last remaining hope was shattered with his rejection.

Once again sniffling, I was on my way home when I remembered something. I hadn't lied, actually I had something planned today, but I had to cancel that. It hurts my heart not to be able to visit him again today, but at least I did it for him.
I didn’t bother to write a message, so I called him, but he didn’t answer. He was probably on an investigation so I talked him into the mailbox and canceled my visit with an apology.

I struggled to stop my sobs and make my voice steady, but I actually succeeded. Otherwise, Hyung would worry too much and he already had it hard enough anyway.

I finally arrived at the small apartment where I lived rather than lived, but if you didn’t have any money, you couldn't expect anything better.
Of course, I was once again home alone, but I didn't want to see my dad now anyway. He would only ask awkward questions when my daddy showed up here.

I didn't know exactly when he would come, but knowing how he worked I still had a few hours left. So I decided to start another stream and earn extra money today.

How exactly I got to this job, I didn't remember. I think it was an e-mail in my postbox, which enticed me to make a lot of money within a very short time. Naive as I was, I climbed into it and haven't come out since. Not if someone didn't save me, and I always hoped that somebody would eventually be Taehyung. But that was naive, too.

Sighing, I put on matching things, which this time only consisted of a chain and socks choker, before I positioned myself in front of the camera and this started. Of course, within a few seconds, I had hundreds of viewers for whom I lasciviously lolled in front of the camera.

The paradox was that the more I did it, the more I liked it. I liked being wanted and desired, even though most were pedophile, old bastards. But there were also some younger people with whom I met and earned something more for me.

After an hour I finished the stream, which was just in time, because it rang at the door. Hurriedly I jumped up and opened it, but was pressed directly against the wall and felt a pair of lips on my neck.

»Kitten, you made for me fine«, he whispered darkly and bit into my skin once, which made me gasp. »Do you still want to be punished?«

I just nodded and gave in to his touch as I whispered softly. »Yes, Daddy. Let me forget everything.«