@✻ ⋰ changkyun i. His words, a soothing murmur, reached her ears, prompting a subtle nod of affirmation. "I'll let you know," she whispered, her voice a delicate melody. As Changkyun's lips returned to claim hers, Jimin surrendered to the sensations, feeling the gentle pressure that conditioned her to sink back into the mattress. The awareness of his careful touch danced over her form-fitting dress, tracing the hidden curves beneath.
Jimin felt the expensive fabric of her dress teased by Changkyun's fingertips, and the sensation ignited a swirl of conflicting emotions. The touch felt both forbidden and enticing, making her heart race with a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation. As he tilted his head, coaxing open, Jimin succumbed to the gentle invasion of his tongue, realizing that each touch seemed to unravel a new layer of their connection, like an unexplored addiction.
The zipper's descent, a daring exploration, resonated with a silent invitation for her to either embrace or resist. Jimin's thoughts danced on the edge of decision, contemplating the implications of allowing this progression. The air was thick with unspoken desires, and her internal struggle echoed the palpable tension in the room.
Despite the tempting pull toward uncharted territories, Changkyun's cautious approach, lowering the dress straps with deliberation, offered her a moment to reconsider. It was a delicate dance between surrender and reservation, and Jimin, caught in the intricate steps, weighed the allure of the unknown against the sanctity of her boundaries before she allowed him to do so.
"p please take care of me ... " uttered her with her cheeks flushes in red hue.
@✾ ⋰ jimin y. There's a twinge of guilt that churns his stomach at the delicate sound of response. She was so fragile that Changkyun thought she would crumble at another forsaken touch of her soft flesh. Being the person to take away that innocence from her seemed bittersweet. What kind of girl would Jimin turn into after this? For now, he wanted to live in the moment and let her enjoy each anticipated action.
"Let me know if I'm being too rough or moving too slow. I need you to be vocal with me, okay?" He guides his lips back to her plush pair, conditioning her frame to press back against the mattress as he keeps his word of being gentle while towering over her. Fluttering his lids close to indulge in the taste of her, his hands drew lower to feel the slope of curves that she possessed hidden underneath her form-fitting dress.
It felt taboo to touch her in this way, yet his fingertips brushed the expensive fabric wanting to explore more. Changkyun tilts his head to coax Jimin's mouth open, sneaking his tongue in to brush against her own as he discovers her to be his personal brand of tonic. An addiction in the making. The zipper to the garment was also easy to find, pulling it down experimentally until the female pondered on the decision to say no.
His head wasn't spinning from the alcohol, his head was spinning on all the impulses to progress further. As if a switch flicked on to go into auto-pilot mode. A woman with voluptuous curves was underneath him and he had all the proper equipment to teach her how to fulfill their quota of pleasure. Still, he treads cautiously on the brink of ruin, lowering the straps of her dress slowly to give her another chance to run.
@✻ ⋰ changkyun i. Jimin's heart raced as Changkyun's words hung heavy in the air. She never expected someone like him, a client at the brothel, to show such concern. The vulnerability she had tried to conceal was exposed, and she couldn't escape the reality of her inexperience.
She looked up at Changkyun with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty, the weight of his warning settling in. The gentle touch in her hair provided comfort, but his revelation stirred a cocktail of emotions. Her gaze met his, and in that moment, she felt a strange connection that transcended their transactional encounter.
"I... I didn't think it would be like this," she admitted softly, her voice carrying a hint of innocence. The taste of whiskey lingered on her lips from his kiss, adding to the surreal of the situation. Hearing the question makes jimin took her deep breathe. there's no way she can escape this didn't she?
jimin hesitantly nod her head. there's no words can describe her feelings now. with heart seemingly broken, jimin uttered, "p please help me forget about everything tonight."
@✾ ⋰ jimin y. At that moment, it dawned on Changkyun that Jimin was primed and proper like a doll for a role she was nowhere experienced in the slightest. Her appearance had him fooled, although she was the new pearl he had thought every worker came with a sob story. Fresh meat would be the disgustingly accurate term to use when describing who Jimin was to every other client with a membership.
"Don't be sorry, it's fine." He mutters, eyeing the empty glass as she places it down. He had come to terms that he didn't truly know how to comfort the inexperienced woman as she sank her head down to rest against his shoulder. There would be men who wouldn't be as soft or understanding as he was. In fact, they'd actually take advantage of this situation, forcing themselves upon her to do as they wished. Changkyun almost shutters at the thought.
He wasn't one to talk about morals being at a brothel to find a quick . "Not always my first option, but I make due when I'm in the mood." It was true, she really wasn't a good drinker, letting her defenses down that easily with a stranger. So, he threads his digits through her dark hair, humming softly and turning his head to meet her hazy gaze. He had to tell her the truth now.
"Jimin... there won't be clients as understanding and patient as me in the future," The photographer states bluntly, looking into the brown hues of her orbs as he meets a revelation. He'd be the one to take her first time in the chambers of her room as the tension barricaded them shut. Guiding her small face into the palm of his hand, he leans in to press a languid kiss on her brims that tastes like fiery whiskey. "You do know what I have to do, right?"
@✻ ⋰ changkyun i. jimin felt a mix of emotions as changkyun settled closer to her, agreeing to stay by her side for the evening. she appreciated his presence, especially given the difficult circumstances she found herself in. despite the uncertainty of their situation, his reassuring shoulder squeeze brought a small sense of comfort, even though she still felt nervous since the man was basically a stranger to her.
as he shifted the conversation away from small talk, his fingers gently drumming on the back of her hand, jimin couldn't help but feel a hint of vulnerability. his question about her past experiences caught her off guard, but she understood his curiosity."y-yesterday," she stammered in reply, her voice shaking with emotion. "my dad sold me off." she bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears, and then took a deep breath. she knew that changkyun probably didn't want to hear anything from her, but she couldn't help herself from admitting the truth. "i'm sorry. i'm blabbering."
she sipped her remaining alcohol and sighed after putting it away. jimin wasn't good at drinking; in fact, she had a low tolerance for alcohol. her head already felt a little dizzy from the small drink. she stole a glance at the man next to her and couldn't help but smile a bit. "i assumed you must come here often..."
jimin didn't know herself when she started to lean her head against his bare shoulder. she just wanted to find comfort from him right now. she wished all of this was a dream, and that when she woke up, her father would be there at their house waking her up. unfortunately, it wasn't a dream; it was a harsh reality that jimin had to accept.
@✾ ⋰ jimin y. Another vulnerable girl was sold into the hands of work, and if Changkyun wasn't such a hypocrite about the line of work being deplorable, he probably would've done something about it. Right now, all the gentleman could do was spend the evening with her, hoping it was enough to provide comfort for the other trials Jimin was going to face.
He gives into her pleading, situating himself to rest more firmly in the middle. "Yeah, I can stay with you." The male is closer, hoping not to startle the girl by reaching out and giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
Changkyun isn't mad at her, but he's angry at how his night has gone to . His stoic expression doesn't show it, keeping the contact of skin-to-skin to a bare minimum, but she does feel quite soft. He wonders if it was underneath different circumstances if she would allow him to see if her plush brims felt the same way too.
All for the sake of keeping his identity a secret, he dodges the attempt to make further small talk. Of course, she must've felt terrible having a stranger in her room, ogling her from inclined proximity. Removing his hand from Jimin's shoulder, Changkyun trails down to drum his fingertips on the back of her dainty hand.
"How long has it been since you've come, Jimin?" In every situation, there's lingering curiosity. He wanted to figure this girl out like he figured out the lenses he needed for the use of his camera. What made her squirm, laugh, and smile?
he silently hoped that he wouldn't continue feeling her heartbeat drumming through the small veins of her wrist as his hold lingered around the palms of her hand.
@✻ ⋰ changkyun i. Jimin's trembling hands clutched the small glass of whiskey as if it were her lifeline in this uncomfortable situation. She took a sip, the fiery liquid burning away some of her nervousness, though it couldn't erase the unease entirely. Changkyun's presence, his shirtless form, his offer – it was all too much to process.
As he sat on the edge of the satin mattress, her eyes remained fixed on him, a mix of fear and confusion swirling within her gaze. She hadn't signed up for this, not like this. His concern was surprising, and she appreciated it, but the circumstances were far from what she had expected.
Jimin hesitated, her voice trembling as much as her hands had been earlier. "I... I didn't want to be here," she admitted, her vulnerability on full display. "I don't know what's happening here, and I'm scared."
She continued to gaze into the man's eyes with her teary gaze, searching for some semblance of understanding or comfort. "Can you please stay with me...?" Her words were a plea, an uncertain request for his presence, not just physically, but emotionally.
Jimin didn't know if she had answered his question or not; she was clueless herself. A part of her wanted him to stay, drawn to the kindness he had shown, while another part wrestled with fear and uncertainty, wanting him to leave. The internal struggle was tearing her apart, and she wondered if she could even hold onto her reservations much longer.
The room felt like a battleground of conflicting emotions, and in this moment of vulnerability, Jimin was caught in the crossfire of her own desires and anxieties.
@✾ ⋰ jimin y. He wasn't really a fan of alcohol. The elixir is a recipe for nothing but bad decisions and disasters. However, he needed it to get through this interaction. The liquid left a burning reminisce in the back of his throat, swiping his lower brim with his tongue to get rid of the lingering product. She was shaking like a leaf, just his luck.
Changkyun was a compassionate man, only pursuing those who wanted to be subjected, objectified and worshiped under the palms of his hands. Yet, he couldn't help but feel like he's been cheated during this exchange. He didn't want to interact with a woman like this under these kinds of circumstances. Jimin clearly did not want this.
He pours himself another shot of whiskey, taking his languid time to saunter over to the bedside by the frightened woman and hands her the small glass. "Drink, it'll calm the nerves away. You're looking at me like I'm going to gobble you up." A small jibe to lighten the mood, he offers her a genuine smile. Changkyun stands back to remove his shirt, exposing his toned abdomen, and sits on the edge of the satin mattress.
There are things he's contemplating at the moment. Should he walk away and pretend this interaction never happened or should he be a selfish pig and get what he paid for? "Jimin," His husky voice begins, laced with concern as he stares into her trembling doe eyes. "I could leave right now. We don't need to do this."
There would be another night, another time to request another pearl. He just didn't to be affiliated with this sort of situation. Consent just seemed far more pleasurable for both parties. "Tell me." He requested.
@✻ ⋰ changkyun i. Jimin's heart raced when Changkyun entered the room, and her anxiety surged like a tidal wave. She had hoped that her nervousness wouldn't be so apparent, but she felt exposed under his intense gaze. Her hands trembled slightly as she clasped them together, trying to steady herself.
The alias "Endymion" only added to her unease. It was a reminder that she was here to play a role, to be someone she wasn't, and she was acutely aware that she lacked the experience of the other pearls. Heck, she doesn't even want to be one. She couldn't bring herself to meet Changkyun's eyes, instead, she stared down at the floor, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
When he finally spoke, her voice wavered as she replied, "I'm Jimin." Her tone was soft, almost a whisper, and she sounded vulnerable. Her eyes flickered nervously around the room, avoiding his penetrating gaze as she tried to regain her composure.
As Changkyun moved towards the mini-bar and poured himself a drink, she watched him with a mixture of fear and curiosity. She wasn't accustomed to clients who engaged in small talk, and she certainly wasn't prepared for questions about her preferences. Her anxiety deepened as she stammered, "I...I don't really drink, sir."
Jimin's anxiety was palpable in the way she clutched the edge of the bedsheet, her knuckles turning white. She was a frightened soul in an unfamiliar world, and Changkyun's presence only intensified her unease.
@✾ ⋰ jimin y. Booking a new pearl was something Changkyun wasn't used to. He had preferred the most experienced ones. The women who knew how to contour their expressions into unadulterated pleasure. Muses that inspired his work, if he was to be frank. The ones who knew how to angle their bodies into the perfect arch as he ruined them. Yet, here he was seeking a night of pleasure with the latest addition to their catalog.
He wasn't a rookie, he knew the rules. No flash photography allowed - anything that was to capture the events of the night as they prevailed. You can say that his curiosity got the best of him when they showcased her beauty with a simplistic headshot. Jimin was her name and that alone caught his attention. She didn't use an alias, did she?
The specific choice in the matter gave her lack of experience away. If anything, hiding your identity would be the one thing you outta hide while working in a business like this. Taking one last gander out into the lounge, Changkyun was ready to go meet his assigned pearl of the night. He knocks against the shallow doorframe to signal his arrival before stepping in.
As expected, she was beautiful. The Venus Lounge had a great reputation for not sugarcoating the beauty of its pearls. The scenery of the dimly lit room had been the last thing on his mind as he approached the mysterious woman. Her hazel almond eyes seemed to draw him in with each step. "Endymion," The male announces his alias softly, drinking in her peculiar features as his dark orbs scan her from head to toe. She was stunning. "And you are?"
Changkyun made the effort to small talk, sensing something was off about her. Jimin seemed like a frightened lamb enclosed in a trap while waiting for her impending doom. As the male stated before, he had an eye for which women were experienced and which ones were not - and sadly, Jimin fell under this category. This career didn't seem so favorable to the raven-haired woman at all. He walks over to the mini-bar, pouring himself a glass of straight whiskey before consuming it down in one gulp. "Do you like drinking?"
@✻ ⋰ changkyun i. Jimin's heart ached as she looked around the dimly lit room, a stark reminder of her dire circumstances. She couldn't help but reflect on the painful journey that had brought her here. It was a path marked by betrayal and abandonment, all at the hands of the person she had trusted the most - her own father.
Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks as she recalled the day her world had come crashing down. Her father, burdened by mounting debts and financial woes, had made a devastating choice. He had decided to sell his own flesh and blood to settle his obligations. Jimin couldn't fathom how a parent could willingly subject their child to such a fate.
The room's cold, unforgiving walls seemed to mock her, echoing her feelings of helplessness. She clutched her knees, trying to shield herself from the harsh reality that had befallen her. The weight of betrayal was unbearable, and the thought of her father's actions cut deeper than any physical pain.
Her mind raced with questions, but there were no answers. How had it come to this? What could she have done differently? Why had her father chosen money over her well-being? These questions tormented her, adding to the torment she was already enduring.
Jimin could hear the muffled voices of the men outside, confirming that she had been "booked." Each word they uttered felt like another nail in the coffin of her shattered trust. She didn't know what awaited her, but the uncertainty and fear were suffocating.
