A thick scent filled the air.

One of roses.

Lust.

Want.

Here's lays the place of any man's fantasy.

A brothel.

The war was over now, the soldiers heading home. But they wanted to have a little fun before going back to their dull lives.

And what's buying a little pleasure for the night?

The fun they've been looking for.

A group of men, entered the brothel for the sixth time that week. Loyal customers until their camp was fully cleaned and they would return home.

Beautiful women sat in the room, scattered out among cushions and blankets.

The room was red, draped in silk and fine jewelry, made to help a man forget his problems.

And among those women, if you looked closely enough, you will find a man or two. Beautiful beyond all compare.

A guilty pleasure for those repressing their true desires.

A dirty secret no one has to know.

But you had to know where to look.

The group entered, many of the men finding their companion for the night.

One man in particular looked around. He found who he was looking for. "General." The silky smooth and seductive voice greeted.

"Hello." The general greeted.

"Come to chat again?"

"Of course."

Jungkook's POV

I didn't know how long he was going to stay, but God did I hope it was forever. The General Kim Taehyung had been gracing himself with my presence for the past six days. Six days of me not having to give my body to random men.

Six days of me not thinking of myself as a dirty and useless whore.

We simply talked. About anything really. I found out awhile back that he only came to keep an eye on his men.

I grabbed a flask of Soju and poured some for him. He drank from it.

"How are you today, general?" I asked lightly.

"Are we really speaking like this again?"

I glanced at his eyes, but then glanced behind me. My owner was glaring around, his eyes landing on me quite a bit.

"I don't particularly know what you mean, General." I smiled seductively, as I was taught to do. I saw Taehyung's cold eyes glance over my shoulder.

He leaned into me. "Perhaps we can take this somewhere more private then?" He asked lowly.

I nodded and stood. I led him to a small room, where he splayed himself out onto the soft cushions. I sat beside him.

"I'm sorry, he's been breathing down my neck these past few days." I said dropping the low and sultry tone I was always supposed to use.

"It's fine. Just strange to me."

"Well I speak to everyone else that way."

"But they come for different purposes."

"Well, I am a prostitute." I said, waving my hand. "I have to talk like that."

"Doesn't it grow old?"

"Of course it does."

"Then why don't you leave?"

"You think it's that easy?"

"Perhaps." He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and smacked him lightly on the arm.

We'd become something akin to friends these past six days.

"Anyway, aside from topics of my job, when are you leaving? It has been six days already. Isn't the war over?"

"Two days." He said.

"I see." I offered a small smile.

"Tell me another story." He finally said.

I nodded and he moved his body so that he was laying in my lap. I ran a hand through his soft brown locks and looked up. "Let's see...ah, I have one."

He closed his eyes as I began. "A girl was born, a long time ago. A woman with the most beautiful eyes, that shown like the stars, and hair, as golden as the sun.

"She was a child of God, sent down to bless those around her, bring them back to faith. Those who saw her would instantly be filled with joy, those who touched her skin would instantly be healed.

"She was the daughter of a king. A kind man who's kingdom was joyful and prosperous. Men from around the world would come to court the woman.

"You see, there was a rumor. A rumor that the man to deflower the young princess would have eternal life.

"But those men who came, in search for that  immortality we're always denied. The princess wanted someone to love her for her, not for what she could give them.

"One day she met a boy, not much older than she. He had nothing, no family, no money, no home. She looked at him, feeling something build in her chest.

"The boy..." I looked down after hearing a soft snore. The general had fallen asleep.

I smiled softly and continued to run my hands through his hair.

This was our usual routine. We'd talk, I'd tell him a story and he'd fall asleep in my arms or on my lap.

He always made sure to pay me even though I never gave him anything.

But tomorrow.

Tomorrow would be his last day to visit.

The last day I saw him before this quiet dream of mine was shattered.

Before I have to go back to selling my body to strangers.

Before I went back to being the whore I was.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I would give myself to him.

As a thank you.

And I knew that deep down.

I would never forget him.

That every man who took me would bear his face.

His gentle words.

His low, soothing voice.

His gentle touches.

His soft hair.

His boxy smile.

Just a dream. A fantasy.

Something to bright up my dismal life.