I woke up, groaning in pain.

From my back and my head. "Shit." I muttered.

I turned and fell off of the bed, doing nothing but groaning again in pain. I blinked a few times, squinting and grabbed what looked like my clothes.

I couldn't see very well. The sun was shining too brightly in my eyes.

But I managed to get dressed, stand, grab the rest of my things, which I found on the table beside me and wobble out of the room on shaky legs.

I was in a hotel. Okay, easy enough.

I walked down the hall and to the nearest elevator, riding down.

And then I walked out onto the street.

I regretted it a lot, since the noise did nothing to help my migraine, but whatever. I just needed to get home at this point.

When I did, slumped against the nearest wall, falling to the ground.

Footsteps came running over.

It was Jimin.

"My god, you lucky fuck. I thought you were dead!"

"Sorry. I'm sorry." I whispered, feeling tears sting my eyes. Jimin's facial features softened and he pulled me into a hug as I began to cry. "W-wheres Yoonbin?" I asked quietly.

"Get cleaned up first. I don't want him seeing his father in such a state." I nodded, shakily getting to my feet. "Damn, did you ever find a kinky fuck."

"What..?" I asked, confused. Jimin shrugged, hiding a small smile.

"You'll see. Go take a shower. I made breakfast." I nodded and headed to my room, grabbing some sweats from the closet before heading into the bathroom.

I turned to the mirror and froze in shock. "What the fuck...?" A hand print in the form of a bruise was very visible around my neck. Hickies also littered around it.

I looked at my wrists and found what looked like rope burns.

When I removed my shirt it wasn't much better.

And when I removed my pants.

Man, Jimin wasn't kidding. Whatever we did last night, this guy went hard.

I squinted at some hickies on my inner right thigh. It looked like...words. No, just two letters.

JK.

What the hell?

I shrugged it off and stepped into the shower, relaxing instantly underneath the hot water. As soon as I was done I stepped out and headed into the kitchen, where Jimin was waiting for me.

"Okay, so, who was the guy? Or girl, I don't know, I've met a few freaky chicks."

"Definitely a guy, if my back has anything to say about it. And I have no idea. All I know is that he's into some weird shit. I literally have his initials engraved into my thighs with hickies."

"Oh my god!" Jimin covered his mouth, laughing.

"Daddy!" Yoonbin said happily. I smiled and kneeled next to him.

"Hey, pumpkin." I signed. He giggled and signed back to me about Jimin and his two new friends, Hoseok and Yoongi. I smiled and nodded along. Jimin gave me some breakfast before telling me not so politely that I needed groceries.

A week passed, and I was still, unfortunately, looking for a job. Wendy had come and taken Yoonbin again, so naturally I wasn't in the best of moods.

I was walking out of a cafe with a muffin and a coffee, grumbling about losing my wallet sometime in the last week.

I'm pretty sure I left it at the hotel.

"Taehyung?" A voice asked.

"Yes?" I turned, blinking at an unfamiliar man.

"Ah, I've finally found you." The man smiled and I saw a flash of bunny teeth.

"Do I know you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. His voice sounded a little familiar.

"You really were shitfaced, then, huh?"

I certainly remembered that. I blinked rapidly, a little shocked.

"Oh my god, you're JK, right?" I looked at him up and down. Man, was he hot. I wish I hadn't drunk so much, I would've enjoyed him fucking me even more if I had known he was this attractive.

"You know that, how?" He almost sounded angry. I narrowed my eyes at him again and gave him a look that said, are you a dumb fuck?

"You literally tattooed it onto my thigh with your mouth. The hickies haven't faded yet, by the way." I said.

He visibly relaxed. Which was strange. "Oh."

"Yeah. So, what do you need?"

"Well, you kinda just walked out the other day. I was hoping to chat a little more."

"Sorry man, I don't do commitments." I said. "From what I could tell, you were a pretty good fuck. But that was about it."

"How about you talk to me, and I give you your wallet back?" He countered, completely unfazed. I paused. I'd really like my wallet back.

"Fine."

"Good. Allow me to introduce myself formally. I'm Jeon Jungkook."

Dedicated to all the stories with this story line that I've read and enjoyed and haven't updated since August.