i will sometimes switch to lowercase writing and the ""proper"" form idk depending if i'm writing on my phone or not

the loud music and chatter of old men reached jimin's ears. being brought into this industry wasn't one of the best ideas from his mother, though it wasn't the worst.

hands trying to reach him, to touch him, has excited him to dance more and to tease them. the way the money smelled when it's thrown towards him and how they would take the chance to put a stack in his underwear. jimin wanted more, more money and more men to lust over him.

"come on baby, don't waste that pretty little mouth of yours." jimin looked up at the voice, an old man having a grip on his dick and motioning it towards jimin.

jimin gave him a sweet smile, his tongue giving small licks before taking it whole. the old man groaned in pleasure, tangling his hands on jimin's hair. jimin, wanting to get this over with as quick as possible, started to bob his head faster but the hand on his hair stopped him from doing so.

jimin looked up at the old man in confusion, before groaning when older started fucking himself inside of his mouth. jimin let his jaw go slack, not caring what the man was doing to him anymore. after a couple of thrusts, a salty yet bitter liquid invaded his taste buds, jimin quickly pulled away and spit the substance in the trash can. grabbing a water bottle to rinse his mouth before looking back at the man, "payment?"

the old man reaches for his wallet and grabs the whole stack before throwing it to jimin's way. "a little extra for your beauty," he smirked, patting jimin's head while the younger quickly picks up the money from the ground.

"your time is up sir, please take your leave." jimin looks up at him, with the man's hand still on his hair, jimin is growing a bit irritated.

"no need to be formal darling, i'll be back for you."