jungkook would cower in everytime a customer comes in, trying to hide his vulnerable self all the time. he was a new worker in the club therefore he goes unnoticed unlike those who were regulars. people would just walk past him and the said boy would release a breath he held in with fear.

his boss would just shoot him a glare and scoff at him for being useless but kept him still since he didn't have time to find a replacement.

jeon jungkook hated this. he is disgusted by himself. he felt like a whore, he is a whore, selling his body to perverted or horny man. but he wants to cry because what can he do? he has no other choice. he couldn't get a proper job because he dropped out of school, his parents are dead and he's struggling to earn a living at the age of eighteen.

so here he is, wearing a black and red striped sweater that is torned with tight black leather pants while sitting on the stool in the club, the flashing red, blue and green lights making him dizzy. other workers like him all already had a partner and yet he's still in his stool, biting his bottom lip as he fiddled with his fingers. this is normal, not like he was noticed by many so he spends a lot of days not getting money but he's okay with it because it means that his body doesn't have to be used for useless sex.

but tonight, oh tonight, the moment that orange haired male entered the club as many watched him, he knew his life is going to be fucked up.

jungkook watched as many drooled over him while he slid in a booth with his friends, one of them getting up to order their drinks. his eye casted down the male's feature, from his vibrant hair colour, to his deep and dark midnight eyes, his high cheekbones, his sharp pointed nose to his pink plush lip amnd lastly, a sharp and defined jawline that had jungkook breathless for a moment. the boy's eyes wandered further and he could make out the well defined body the male has from his sculptured arm and the veins that were showing.

jungkook flicked his eyes back up, and that's when their eyes met. those dangerous dark eyes directed to him that he felt his breath was caught in his throat as he quickly looked away and turned in his stool, clasping the material over his heart as he bit the insides of his cheek.

jimin watched as the male a few seats from him ogled at him before looking away. he knew it was one of the workers here from the clothing but thought of how young the male looked for a while.

he contemplated for a few seconds before standing up from his seat and ignoring the questioning look from his group of friends as he walked up to kim hanbin, the owner of the club.

"how old is he?" jimin asked, voice low against the deafening music and beats.

"who?" hanbin cocked an eyebrow and crosses his arms. both hanbin and jimin had a mutual relationship and respect each other which is why hanbin isn't scared like the others who were in the club.

"that guy sitting on the stool in front of the bartenders" jimin answered as his gaze wondered to the said boy.

"the name's jeon jungkook. he's a newbie so i don't suggest you take him because he's really damn shy and awkward-"

"give me. i want him"

"but-"

"hanbin, i want that boy" all it took was one look that had hanbin nodding, walking up to jungkook as jimin walked down the halls to a room at the furthest end of the club, a room specially for him that wasn't shared with other customers becuase he doesn't want to smell the scent of disgusting sex in his room.

his room was the largest, everything in dark, maroon red colour that suit to his liking with a spacious bed and couch followed with a blasting air conditioning.

he took a seat on the king size bed of the beautiful room as he interlocked his fingers together, waiting for jeon jungkook to arrive.

it didn't took him long for him to see the young boy to appear timidly inside his room, yelping once he realised the other presence in the room.

"s-sorry i-i"

"come here" the orange haired gestured to the space beside him and jungkook slowly took his steps there after closing the door behind him.

the black haired sat beside him, but left quite a gap between them, heart racing twice as fast as the adrenaline started pumping in his veins.

"are you scared?" jungkook snapped his head up, a stuttering mess of "n-no, i- i d-dont know i-" that had jimin sighing.

"how old are you jungkook?"

"you know my name?" the younger's brows furrowed as he bit his bottom lip.

jimin chuckled darkly before resting his head on the headrest.

"do you not know who i am?" he said as he closed his eyes.

"oi newbie, you're requested" hanbin tapped the back of the other's shirt as jungkook's eyes widen.

"and you better do a good job, it's park jimin"

before jungkook even had the chance to ask who is park jimin, he was pushed towards the dimly lit hallway, being asked to go to the furthest room before his boss left.

and now it clicked.

jungkook gasped as he cowered and shut his eyes tight in fear.

park jimin.

the park jimin.

if you were to not know who the hell was park jimin, you might as well kill yourself.

the orange haired male, a soon to be mafia leader in the whole of seoul city. the park's are a well known mafia association in korea, it's the most feared, the most wealthy, the most daring and the most smartest group that even the police can't catch them because they have their hands clean in their records.

the park's own a casino which is under jimin's brother, that makes it even harder for the authority to close them down.

jungkook's breath hitched as realisation hit him. jimin snapped his eyes open, seeing the other covering his face in fear as his thin body visibly shook.

"damn it, i'm not going to fuck you, stop hiding" jimin growled as he grabbed the other's wrist to yank him nearer to him. jungkook yelped as he hung his head low.

"look at me" the other tightened his hold on the wrist that had jungkook opening his eyes as he looked up into jimin's dark eyes.

"i'm not going to hurt you" jimin's tone soften a little eventhough it was still harsh as he looked at the younger squirming under his intense gaze.

"t-then w-why did y-you r-request m-me?" his voice was soft and shaky as he heard jimin chuckle again.

"don't know, you looked attractive in my eyes at that moment but now, i guess you're just a stuttering mess" jimin finally lets go of his grip on the other and jungkook sighed as he backed away.

jimin moved away from the bed and sat on the couch. "you still haven't answered my question earlier"

"eighteen. i-i'm eighteen" jimin raised his brow as an amused smile played on his lips.

"and you're already working?"

"i-" he stopped his sentence as his mouth fell shut, not wanting to tell anyone.

"what?" when jungkook didn't give an answer, jimin stood up and grabbed his hands before pulling both of them out.

jimin doesn't know why and what has gotten into his mind but he just dragged jungkook back to the blasting music filled with filthy people and brought him to kim hanbin, a questioning stare given by the owner of the club in return.

"i want him" jungkook's eyes widened as he heard what jimin said through the loud music that had his heart beating in fear.

he doesn't know whether he should be thankful that he will finally be out from this hellhole or be hysteric because a) the fucking son of the strong mafia clan wanted him, or b) he probably might be tortured badly as what he heard from people about the park's.

"excuse me?" hanbin blinked his eyes in confusion because why would anyone want that useless worker? he can't do anything, hell he won't even speak.

"call the price, i'll pay you"

"you're kidding me right?"

"when was i never serious kim hanbin? i want to buy the boy" jimin's patience was wearing out as he shot a dangerous glare at the male which had him holding his hands up in defeat.

"actually, you can just take him, he didn't do anything worthy here anyway, just wasting my time so go ahead" hanbin eyed the two of them curiously before shaking it off, attending to other customers he had.

jimin turned towards jungkook and the boy looked away which made jimin growled.

"come on, we're leaving" jimin leaded the way out of the club and to his car, getting in with jungkook in the backseat as his driver drove back to his house.

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"you're mine now so you have to listen to me" jimin said lowly as he hovered above the younger in his bed, both already done showering and changed out from their clothes.

"t-thank you for l-letting me get out of that place. i-i d-don't know why but t-thank you. i can't repay you but i'll be y-your servant if you w-want, o-or a-"

jungkook was caught off guard as jimin pecked his lips, a dark smile teasing his own as he brushed the younger's bottom lip.

"better yet, you can be my pet"

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