Room 6 (Jimin)

@*Jimin* He finally does it. He finally looks into Jimin's eyes, looking for answers to questions that have yet to form on his lips. Question that were obvious and others that had no business being spoken out loud. Pools of chocolate flow deep and lavish in his orbs and he missed getting lost in them, even now if he tried a little bit he'd wonder inside of them for years not having a care in the world. God what was he doing why didn't he just turn around and give the damn box to someone else, let them do it. Then he heard Jimin say his name. Not only his name but the nickname that he'd always call him, a name that was saved in his phone with a seven digit number and cute little heart next to it. He would know because he added the number for him. An angelic voice, he's heard being used in more ways than one, a fitting voice for such an angelic person. "...yeah?" Kook almost whines just to answer the call. It sounds so pathetic to anyone else listening but this man in front of him, was his everything his morning, evening, and night. Jungkook was glued to his hip you would never see one without the other and if so, they weren't to far off. He really had him whipped since day one.

Next thing he knows he's stumbling over his feet with weak knees, why does it feel like he's wearing huge clown shoes? unable to walk or maybe he's forgotten how too. A warm small touch grabbing at his wrist pulling him forward into the room and his senses kick in, being overwhelmed with the smell of Jimin- something sweet like vanilla with a hint of spiked cologne. Another thing he hasn't smelt in years. "I work here-... w-what are /YOU/ doing here?....." Jungkook walks and sets the box down on any surface he could find that could support the weighted thing. He regrettably looks at Jimin again almost forgetting just how petite and slim his body was which isn't to hard to tell underneath the robe- wait..is Jimin . Kook's eager mind short circuits backwards until he feels dumb as a door knob, is it too late to go play in traffic because that sounds so much better than any embarrassing thing he could do right now. The boy aggressively rubs at his eyes and cheeks with both hands, slowly losing his mind, " Jimin...I-" not knowing what he wants to say: an apology? a welcoming? a how have you been? a what the hell?. Just something to fill the air with. He really might just cry.

@*Jungkook* Jimin didn't want to believe on his eyes, didn't want to believe in what he was seeing right in front of him probably because he though deeply down in his gut that he will never see Jeon Jungkook again at all. He though he will never get the change to have that big doe eyes looking straight at him, he though that he will never have the change to appreciate that thin but at the same time slightly plump and rosy beautiful lips that he had the change to kiss and enjoy once upon a time. He still remember ao soft and how sweet that lips taste against his. He shouldn't remeber this much not after so long not seeing the male but the thing is that he remebers, he remembers small details about the other, how when the other is shy or embrassed and maybe when he his uncomfortable how he tries to avoid the eyes and look to some other place, he remember that small mole under his bottom lip, he remember how he resembles a bunny each time he laugh making him even more cuter. Jeon Jungkook is so much more of what people can see at first sight and he his grateful for having the change to have that male in his life and to love him each minute of it, and maybe Jimin still love that boy in front of him otherwise how he is able to remeber everything? If he didn't love that boy so why he keep that memories so dearly in his brain? But looking at the now probably the Park Jimin he is now is not worth loving and being love after all he is to much tained, the more he scrub his skin that doesnt erase the scare and the mark that says that he had been owned once upon a time. "Jungkookie ... " that was the first thinc that pass through his mind ghe first words he say to the other but he still shock seeing Jungkook in that place. From him he expect everything even being in this place and be what he is now but Jungkook? He never imagine this type of life for the other, Jungkook deserve a lot better than this, so much better.

Jimin noticed the disconfort of the younger, he noticed the way the younger avoid his eyes ans look to some other place more saying to somewhere inside his room and he can blame him at all after all this situation is a lot awkwards and weird at the same time. He was long years ago they see each other for the last time probably before Jimin had quick school as right after things didnt go well between then leading to the break up. "That doesn't matter right now ... w-what are you doing here?" He asked hesitating a bit as he blurt the words out not sure if he should as or if his is place to ask at all, at the same time, insteaded of grabing the package, he take a hold of Jungkook's wrist pull him inside his bedroom before closing the door behind him. He didn't know what he us doin, maybe he should just had take the packagr and leave the matter was it was, mayne right how finding and meeting Jungkook in that place was to overwelming to just inquire the other ans keep a normal conversation as a lot of emotions ar coming to the surface to hunt him down.

@*Jimin* [] reply when ever u want idc really :) it’s great love

Jungkook thought he might as well give up on anything he’s ever done, seeing THE Park Jimin that he once loved and maybe still do, in front of him made him rock on his heels. He tried to swallow his heart back down but it was wedged to deep and his lips felt dryer than they’ve felt in a while. The boy’s eyes scanned his face, the face that he use to could put a smile on on any given day of the week even during hard times but things have changed. Jimin still looked just as beautiful as he did when they were dating some time ago before being in the brothel and he still looked beautiful after the break up. The color of the robe making his skin look flawless and kook blinks back the pressure behind his eyes. God his hair laid prettily on his bare face and don’t get him started on his lips, ones softer than the night sky or pink cotton candy. Kisses straight from the stars, if it were humanly possible to bottle up a stars kiss, it would definitely be from Jimin’s lips. How was he able to get someone like Jimin to love him was far beyond him but it happened. He was way out of his league and deserves someone so much better then what ever Jungkook could give him. “Y-you..” he try’s to clear his throat with a cough, “have mail..” not even attempting to say the others name when it still tastes like the sweetest candy he’ll ever have on his lips.

The twenty year old glances past him and inside of his bedroom out of nervousness he’s afraid he might tear up if he looks directly in his eyes. He notices a few small things that look familiar and his stomach lurches forward at the idea of Jimin actually sleeping with other guys who aren’t him...in this room. Biting his lip to keep it from quivering and he takes a deep breath looking at the box in his hand. “It’s-it’s from a customer..” his throat is so tight the words strain when he talks. Why was he like this? they’ve broken up so long ago he should be over this phase but it still hurts like hell in his chest.
/I can do this/ he cants in his head and it doesn’t help but he likes to think it does for the time being.

@*Jungkook* [Sorry for my dealy, I hope my replies it's not bad ~~ :/]

A few weeks it pass since Jimin had get to the brothel. Saying that his life didn't change he will be lying. His life had change, not much but enough for him to feel the change. Living almost all of his teenager years owning for so much people for only one purpose, to serve as a pleasure doll for everyone that pays well enough. That part didn't have change even now that he is living in the brothel. He keep giving pleasure to everyone that pays enough, but this time Jimin choose who his worth his time, he know his limit and don't let anyone to cross that same limites. Don't get him wrong, he love , although it sound weird or him to say that, that is the truth, someohow in a weird and fashion way he end up loving and everything that brings to him, he just doen't like to be forced in situation that he doesn like or want or even is not prepard for. That is the huge difference since he came to the brothel, he have , lots of it, but he is free in so many senses of the word, he doens't belong to anyone just to the ones he want to and he can say he his more happy with this life right now, although some moments his head or conscient, whatever you wanna call it, catch up to him and manage to put him down bringing all that memories all that past trauma come to life.

Jimin had just sleep a couple of hours that night, his last client had almost keep him awake all night, but although that somehow he did wake up in a pretty good mood, even mostly when the first things he heard in the morning was a knock on his door and a voice behind it saying something about a mail. He didn't pay much attention—after all he just wake up a couple of minutes ago, so his brain was not working straight—but something about that voice make him remember something, more someone that he had meet long years back, when his life was way different from what he was in that moment, but how was that possible? He didn't imagine that person to be in the brother as a cliente and even more as a worker there. Jimin shake his head not beliving at all the trick his mind was playing him, that was not possible at all so why brush the past, a past he was condem to forget. He stand up from the bed grabbing the robe that was on top of the chair close to his bed, wrapping his body on that before going to the door. "Wondering who is sending mail for me" he said at the same time he open the door of his bedroom, growing quiet when he land his eyes on the male that was behind his door not believing in what he was seeing, not after all that years.

@*Jimin* [] not the best buuuuut :”)

Jungkook grumbles when he turns the corner of the brothel hallways. Holding a pre opened brown box, a bit of weight to it but nothing much or strenuous for the boy to hold. It’s got certain parts scratched out where headmaster removed the mailing address and re taped the box after checking it. He glances at it and rotates the thing in his hand to look for a name or another faded address or where it could even come from— he doesn’t get any gifts so it looks odd. The inner child shows when his bottom lip juts out and he gently shakes the box close to his ear, something expensive. A huge sigh passes his tiers and he kinda wishes the box were for him but it’s not. “Give this to jimin, can you do that Jungkook?” He remembers headmaster’s order and how eager he was to have something to do or even a task other than sit and look pretty for the brothel, which he does quite often. The younger will admit that hearing the others name did send a ring to his ears and his heart jumped in his throat thinking of a past that he thought wasn’t as painful anymore but he’d mistaken. Absolutely positive it isn’t the person he’s thinking about. Kook continues to walk while reading the names outside of doors until he finds jimin’s room and he stands outside of it, shifting his weight. His stomach twists slightly and bony knuckles rap on the wood of the frame wielding the nerves away with each knock.

“You got mail!”

@*Jimin* *I release my hold on your arms gently as you were putting your shirt back on, tilting my head to watch you before I then shuffle on the bed, then placed my palms under your thighs as I stand up to give you a lift, smiling softly* Let's get going, Jiminnie-- We gotta cheer you up before the day ends. *starts to walk out of the room and uses my foot so I could close the door, heading over to the kitchen and sitting you down on a stool* Is there anything that you would like to eat in particular? Or a favorite? *proceeds to fridge to search for available ingredients*

@! Woohyun ! /the mention of a meal has my head rising up, as if i have only heard of it-- perhaps with a clearer mind now, i can process the surrounding better. eyes blinking for a moment, as i allow you to take my arms but then i tug away. wait- let me put on something. /pulling my arms from your hold, i reach for the shirt that has been thrown on the floor and quickly put it on before shuffling back to you, wrapping an embrace around your neck in a gentle manner, careful not to make it too tight. mmh, let's go.

@*Jimin* *my actions of comfort towards you continued persistently, not stopping on the gentle caresses and pats until you have seemed to improve in condition, hopeful that you'll feel better, as I then look at you with a concerned gaze, before I smile softly, not bothering to make you bring up what exactly happened as it might just trigger your emotions again* I'll make a meal that will make you forget your problems. *chuckles softly as I then shift to the edge of the bed, before I then raise your arms gently and wrap them around my neck, offering to give you a piggyback as I tilt my head towards your direction, guiding you along as you were still in a fragile state* Let's go...? We'll go there together.

@! Woohyun ! /gaze faltering from your own as your finger reaches to wipe my cheeks, another sigh escaping from the confines of the plush lips as my face seeks to hide into your neck once more, the grip never once loosening from your shirt and perhaps has left stubborn wrinkles by now. yeah, okay.. /slowly, i pull myself from your warmth yet my eyes remain avoiding yours as they stare on the blankness of white sheets below. it takes a moment for me to realize that it is shame creeping its way into my mind from how you have seen me in such a distraught condition, when i could have just bawl it all out by myself and forget what has happened; added with the state of ness i'm in. even then my hand refuses to let go of the hold on you. that.. that sounds nice.

@*Jimin* () No worries, it's alright boo~

It's okay Jimin-ssi... It's okay... *I repeatedly mumble while my contact remains around you, giving you the words of assurance and comfort as I gently sway your body frame, letting you know that you have someone to lean on despite hard times. My expression softens and turns a bit brighter when you have seemed to compose yourself, although still with a sniffle. I then nuzzle on your hair lightly, my nose touching the locks, before I then gently run my finger beneath your eyes to wipe the tear stains that were present as I try to encourage you with a gentle smile* It's more suiting to you when you're happy... So please be happy soon...? Alright? If you want, I can cook you something so we could shake away the bad thoughts.

@! Woohyun ! [] sorry for the late reply, bub
/as the embrace tightens around me, waves of relief wash over the racing thoughts, the racing heart of mine with the soft whispers of promise offered by you; my eyes fluttering close as i allow myself to be lulled by the gentleness of your voice. within time, my breathing has gotten calmer, warm puffs of air fanning against your skin and an inhale is taken in, the scent of your musk bringing comfort with the silent assurance of a presence by my side. a soft sigh escapes from the confines of my lips, head shifting a little in the junction of your neck so i can peek up at you, mumbling just loud enough for you to hear after a sniffle. ...okay.

@Jimin *draws circles softly on your back, letting you have the space as well to be able to compose yourself and settle down your emotions, as I then rest my head gently on yours while I give you another tight hug, giving you assurance that I'm going to be here, my voice coming out comforting and gentle as I whisper* It's alright... no worries because I'm here and staying.. I got your back... okay? *looks at you apologetically, wishing that I could do a lot more about your situation, but gives my effort to be at least someone you can have comfort and support from, not stopping in patting or rubbing your back until you have started to feel a bit less broken than earlier*

@! Woohyun ! /the faint trace of movement on my back becomes a distraction, tension held up within the muscles eventually loosening with each second passing by as i take time to inhale; calming down the erratic heartbeat and the shudder coursing through my limbs. stay- stay with me.. /my voice croaks out in between shaky breaths, nuzzling face against your neck as if it's a refuge, a hiding place to shield myself from the dark ominous clouds of thoughts. the sobs have lessened a little by then, although the grip on your clothes remain firm, not letting go and removing myself from the comforting warmth of you just yet.

@Jimin *notices how shaky you seem, and that you have a lot to carry behind your emotions, although of course, I wouldn't force you to tell it straight away if you don't want to, especially that you needed comfort and care first. I then make patterns gently on your back, as I shift closer to be able to hug you more properly, my hand now reaching to brush on your hair locks for a bit, hoping for that to calm you down.* It's okay Jimin-- Just cry it out for now... I'm here, we're here. You're safe... *utters as I then give a concerning look as I tilt my head to be able to glance at your figure, which was still fairly fragile due to your breakdown, as I then bite my lip and practically cuddle with you, tightening my hold but not too constricting* Just feel free to tell.. if you're ready or if you want to... okay?

@! Woohyun ! /upon feeling a weight dipping the other side of the mattress i look up, a gasp escaped when i recognize you and my hands immediately attempt to wipe away the tears, although the shaky voice of mine still gives away the moment of breakdown i've been going through. Woohyun, i-i'm fine. it's fine- it's nothing. /my breathing is laced with shudder, face buried in the crook of your neck as my hold reaches up to your back, gripping weakly on the shirt. i let my eyes flutter shut, inhaling the air as deep as possible to calm down the blood of anxiety coursing through the body yet it is to no avail-- the sobs overtake my entire being once more, the pressure had me curling into your embrace.

@Jimin *was holding my mop firmly to clean the floor along the hallway of brothel rooms, when a certain man who was visibly enraged, passed by, making me concerned that something must have happened beyond the limits. Knowing that it was you and having the sheer worry that you might have gotten in trouble, I decide to set the mop on the bucket, making sure it doesn't block the hallway, and then opens the door wider to see your crying, broken down figure, my eyes widening slightly as my instinct immediately prompted me to make footsteps towards the bed, and sit beside your spot for my arms to reach out, hugging you tightly and caressing your back gently, almost coming off as motherly to give you comfort, thinking that it must have been too tough* Jimin... I don't know what happened... But just let it all out... And it will be fine... It's okay to cry.

@! Woohyun ! ''s sake- a can't even do its job.' /the man exits the room with a grumble and raged stride, not bothering to close the door as he leaves. my eyes flutter apart only then, hazel irises glazed with tears staring into the bleak whiteness of the ceiling and it breaks again; the welling of teardrops falling from the corner of eyes. it's been years since i've involved myself in this kind of work, the dirty works-- yet the customer managed to shatter the walls of safety built and the feeling of disgust seeps in, reaching with its claws around my mind. i burst into sobs, hands brought up to cover my face while body shudders with each hitch on my breathing; crying out for something i need, something i can't put my grasp on in this state of misery.