The prostitute led Jungkook to a dark hallway. A few men were practically devouring the other women as they passed them.

Jungkook felt uncomfortable as he saw more and more of them. Why have you come here, you stupid man?

In the far end of the hallway the woman stopped. "Enjoy, sir," she purred, and sashayed back out the hallway.

Jungkook stood there in front of the door. He didn't know what to do now. He'd never been to a brothel before.

He decided to enter without knocking. I paid to do whatever I like for four hours. Might as well start rude.

Jungkook entered the room. It was luxurious, silk curtains hanging by the side, lush jade carpet, and a huge bed adorning the centre of the room.

On the bed crouched a woman, her apparent naked back to him. Her long black curls were like a closed curtain, covering her body.

Her shoulders were shaking slightly.

"Uh..." Jungkook got out.

He felt extremely embarrassed. What was he to do? Was she okay?

Jungkook voiced his thoughts. "Are... Are you okay?"

The woman jerked at his voice. Her head shook vigorously, and then she turned sideways to see him.

Jungkook's breathing hitched.

He had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.

Nor had he seen such a sad expression on one's face.

She covered her body with the violet silk sheets and her hair, curling around her like thick swirls of ink.

Her skin was pale like a porcelain doll. Her eyes were black and catlike. They had a glassy shine to it.

Her mouth was a red so seductive he was already craving it. Never had this feeling come to him.

Yet when Jungkook saw the look in the girl's eyes, his desires dampened.

He didn't want to fuck her. No, he wanted to comfort her, ask her what made her seem so sad.

"Miiish," he slurred. He forgot he had drunk so much. "Ish all well?"

All of a sudden, the woman's sadness faded. It was replaced by a sensual quirk of her luxurious lips.

"I'm all g-good, sir," she purred, yet Jungkook noticed her stammer. "But more importantly, how do you want to feel tonight?"

"I..." Jungkook looked down at his feet. "I don't want to feel alone."

He felt someone shift off the bed. A certain presence neared him. "Then let me fix that," the woman cooed.

Jungkook looked up to find the woman almost releasing her hold on the sheets.

"Wait!" he exclaimed.

The woman raised a groomed brow. "What is it? Do you want to do it for yourself?"

Jungkook waved his arms as if to say no. "Please, don't undress."

The woman looked at him, then at herself. Then back at the boy again. "You... You don't want me to-"

"Nononononono!" Jungkook shook his head hurriedly. "I don't want to have sex with you!"

Well, maybe not now, but-

Oh shut up you sick man!

"For god's sake," Jungkook muttered, covering his face with his hands. He squatted down slowly, until his butt nearly touched the carpet.

The room was silent when the woman spoke up. "Then why are you here?"

Jungkook said something, but his answer was muffled by his hands.

The woman stood there, the boy at her feet, thinking. She then went down to his level and put her hands on his elbows.

She tugged him upwards until he now stood. She led him to a chair by the bed and sat him down.

"Tell me, sir, why you're here when you have no wish to use me."

Jungkook looked up from his hands. That's when the woman noticed the slight bags under the boy's eyes, the rough features of a young boy holding the weight of his heavy world on his shoulders.

"I..." he started. "I don't want... Pleasure." he looked at his hands, veins stark against his skin. "I jusht want to...To talk."

Jungkook then flicked his gaze towards the woman. "And I want someone who will listen."

The girl's eyes widened slightly. Never had this been requested from her.

Especially not by young, drunk and devilishly handsome men like the one before her.

The only thing that came to mind was that she get up and bring him some alcohol from the cabinet.

The woman did just that. She took a glass from the dressing table and poured him her best wine smuggled from the city.

She offered him the glass. He took it after looking at it intently.

"Now," she said,"What do you want to talk about?"

Jungkook stayed silent for a while. Then he began.

The story of his parents' death when he was young. The hardships he and his brother faced. How they both were appointed to sign up to a war they knew wasn't worth fighting for.

And how his brother lost his life because of it.

The woman did not interrupt Jungkook as he blurted out his confessions. His hidden feelings she was sure he'd kept secret from the world.

What baffled her was why he was telling them to her.

Maybe it's the alcohol going to his head, she thought.

When the boy was done, she didn't give him a look of pity. Some part of her knew he wouldn't appreciate feeling sorry for him.

No, she only poured him more wine.

Jungkook's voice was husky when he thanked her. Blood rushed to her cheeks.

The boy snapped the glass down on the dressing table. "I..."

He was feeling dizzy. Two pretty women hovered in front of him, dancing weirdly in his vision.

"I..." he got out again. Oh, no. You really have done it now.

"Sir?" her voice called out. It was like a worried melody playing on her lips.

"I..." Jungkook jumped up from the chair, nearly falling over from sudden movement.

"Woah, woah," the woman said, standing up quickly. Holding the sheets in one hand, the other gripping Jungkook's shoulder.

He slumps against her. "S-sorry," he stutters, before going unconscious.

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