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You stood there in silence while the eyes you couldn’t see roamed over your skin. The nerves you felt were rushing around your body but that didn’t matter. You needed this job; it was your last option.
You were so relieved you were allowed to have some modesty throughout this entire thing. When you were told you had to stand in front of men you didn't know wearing nothing but a blindfold, you thought you wouldn’t be able to do it. You stood at the reception office panicking. You were shy in comparison to women striding around with resumes in their hands. All of them walking around in beautiful, tight dresses, waiting for their shot to be picked out by the newest celebrity.
That could never be you.
It's only when the receptionist told you that underwear was an option - but not recommended - that you saw another chance shining in front of you. Granted, ‘not recommended’ wasn't usually a good thing, but standing there naked would, in your mind, stop you getting the job. You couldn’t compete beside the women here. At least in a sexy set of lingerie you controlled the look of your body and dressed it up in something pretty, so you had to take the chance, and now, 4 weeks later after all the lessons and classes on how to be a playmate - here you were. Stood in front of the first clients that had shown interest.
The lingerie you went for was white lace and satin with a thin floor-length robe accompanying it and thank God for that robe. Not being able to see anybody heightened your hearing, so accompanying the loud pounding of your heart in your ears, was the sound of footsteps. They were getting closer and closer towards you, forcing you to pull the robe ever so slightly to try and cover yourself.
They spoke mainly in Korean, so there were only certain words you could understand. The first thing you were told was that you’d have to take lessons or train yourself in the language. You spoke enough to get by living here but not enough to be fully fluent. You thought it’d be easier with them speaking a different language, not having to hear what they’re saying about you. It turned out you were wrong; not knowing what they’re thinking made things so much harder.
You hoped they couldn’t see your hands trembling as you stopped yourself covering your body completely, letting your hand fall back to your side. It didn’t matter how nervous you were. It was your choice to be here and you needed (italics emphasises) to be here.
You were sure you could feel something ghost over your hip when you heard a voice from across the room and you could you could tell everybody looked towards the sound. It was nothing but a word. A word pronounced in perfect English that stung you as soon as it was said.
“No.”
The voice was deep, sharp and unprompted from what you could tell and It was followed by the sounds of walking once more and a door slamming closed. The shoes they were all the men were wearing were so deafening in your ears and you started to panic. This time you did pull the robe you were wearing completely over your body and turned around. You couldn’t see anything but your heart was shattered.
Why did you think you could do this? You felt so weak and pathetic - you didn’t know what to do. You must have looked ridiculous to them.
It was only a second later you heard another voice, authoritative but soft, booming through the room. It was Korean and he spoke so fast that you couldn’t make it out completely but you knew he was angry at the person who just left the room.
“This is over. Get out!”
The woman shouted over everybody, as you felt her arm wrap around your body. Great, (italics for internal thought) now you were being pitted. You slowly heard all the footsteps leave the room one by one as you felt the blindfold being pulled off your eyes and were met with her awkward stare.
“He broke the rules and he will be punished.”
The rules. You’d been showered in rules since you got there about how all the different processes would work. It made sense they had their own set of rules when they arrived. Not being a dick to the playmates must have been one of them judging by how angry Yolly was.
You took a deep breath, completely unsure of what you should say. You felt stupid. Stupid for being here and thinking that this was going to fix all your problems. She took you back out of the room and allowed you to get dressed back into your oversized hoodie and skinny jeans. It felt nice not to be so exposed anymore but that didn’t fix the sting that was now going to be permanently scarred into your mind.
You left as soon as you could. Yolly told you that if any other groups liked the idea she would get in touch but you weren’t sure if you could go through all that again. She tried her best to assure you that nothing like that usually happens and you shouldn’t worry, but that was easy for her to say when she hadn’t just been shunned so humiliatingly.
Once you were sitting in your car you huffed. It took everything in your might to not cry about the situation. You had to stay strong and find another way to fix all the problems in your life. You crawled over to the back seat of your car, pulling out your laptop and looking for more options.
The phone call came not even 5 minutes later. You couldn’t have noticed it at first because when you picked it up you could see that you had a voicemail and 2 missed calls, and the phone was still ringing in your hand. You quickly picked it up and pressed it to your ear.
“Hello?”
Not many people had your number; it was a new cheap phone that was purely for receiving important calls. You had to sell your old one when you lost your job for an extra bit of money. This made it obvious who was calling you. After what just happened you were hesitant to answer but you couldn’t risk this possibility of a new group’s interest, the possibility of not having to live in your car a moment longer.
“Oh, ___ thank god you answered.” She spoke before you even got the chance to say hello.
“Oh hey Yolly, what’s up?”
Although you wanted her to be calling about a new job opportunity, you were sure she was calling to apologize again - she already spent 10 minutes apologizing before you left. You knew she was just as embarrassed. She was brutal with the rules, as you’d learnt over the past few weeks. It was a good job nobody ever broke them, you thought. You rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but laugh at your misplaced optimism when you went for the job.
“They decided on you.”
Now, when she said that… you knew exactly what she meant. She meant that the people who asked about you, who saw you in the room, decided they wanted to hire you as an official playmate, but in your head she might as well have been speaking a completely different language because it made no sense to you. That explained what came out of your mouth.
“What?”
“I mean the group decided they wanted to hire you. If you’d accept after what happened of course.”
“But one of them said no.”
You hated to point out the obvious about why the situation was weird but you felt it needed to be said. Out of everything she could be calling to tell you, this was the least expected of them all.
“He obviously changed his mind. They can’t sign the contract without everybody's signature and they called me saying that they were all willing. You said you were desperate so I didn’t ask too many questions. Do you want the job or not?”
“Yes.” The words flew out of your mouth before you really got the chance to ask but better to have a job now and back out than not give it a chance at all, you guessed.
To say you were confused was an understatement but you didn’t see too much point in dwelling on it. It all went awfully and you were sure you embarrassed yourself but apparently they still wanted to draw out a contract with you. Maybe this would work after all.
“Nice. Come in as soon as you can and we will go through rules, contracts and everything you need to know.”
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Sitting here this time felt strange. You’d waited here a few times for your daily course to start and giving in resumes with an unclear future foggy in your mind. God, you hated waiting for the courses. Every day you sat there with a weird feeling in your stomach as you’d wait for your group to be called for its lesson.
It was like being in school again with so much to learn, mainly about what your role would be as a playmate. What's expected of you and them, making sure you were disease free and eligible to do the job. It took about 3 weeks of 9-5 training of things you barely even paid attention to.
Everybody knew about playmates. The physical companions of the idol world. The only people who thought they were secretive were in the businesses themselves.
You remembered when you were younger that all your friends loved the idea of being fucked senseless by an idol for money but it was never something you seriously considered. In fact it was something you completely forgot about until you saw the advert, and in this time of your life living in your car having to live in your car, you didn’t have the option to be picky about things.
Once all the training had all finished, you found yourself where you were about an hour ago. From business like lessons cramped with other people, to standing in the middle of a room with men looking at you, you’d finally got to the screening process. Never in a million years thought it’d actually happen. You remembered when they were taking your picture for a resume and you had been certain you didn’t stand a chance in hell.
Every time you waited you sat in the same place, but this time it was completely different. This time you had the job.This time all the women walking around you trying to be picked didn’t intimidate you half as much. This time, you were more confident.
Until your name was called by Yolly. Then your heart once again fell to your stomach.
You stood up quickly and awkwardly hurried your way towards her, wanting to get this over with. She slowly walked you into her office where you sat in front of her desk as she pulled papers out of her tray and looked at you sympathetically.
“Why do you want to do this?”
You could tell she was only asking due to sensing your nerves and hesitation. In fact, it wasn’t the only time she’d asked you. You’d come to know Yolly well since you started your training. She was the one that matched people to Idols and handed out resumes.
“I’ve told you, I need money and a place to stay.”
You felt like you were a little bit blunt with your statement but you were getting sick of being asked, not only by her, but by everybody on your training. They all had dreams of living with an idol and making good money. They were all born for this lifestyle. All they had to do was look at you and they could tell that wasn’t your story, but frankly, you didn’t want to tell anybody your story. You wanted to keep the embarrassment to yourself and forget what got you here in the first place.
“Look, I don’t want to sound harsh here but once you sign this contract you’re in. You’re contracted to this job. This is the kind of thing you need to want to do.”
She was right obviously; that was something that had been stressed to you since the beginning. The idea that you were basically selling yourself to people to be used for their sexual needs was something you’d originally frowned upon but the more lessons you took, and the more stories you’d heard, the more you regretted your initial opinion. The seedier side of it all was erased from your worries when you realised how professionally everything was done.
“I know. I can do it and I want to do it. The money is worth it, besides… It’s just sex right?” You shrugged your shoulders as she put a piece of paper in front of you. A contract of rules and regulations between both parties. As you read them, you made sure that everything was in order. The rules made you feel safe. They stated how all parties had to be faithful to each other and must undergo STD checks monthly.
They also stated that you would be paid on the same day every month and provided with somewhere to live whilst you worked. They even covered your implants for safety.
Most people couldn’t afford safety implants. They were a pretty recent invention that were injected to track brain waves for any ‘unwanted’ sexual encounters. In less than a second it sent an alarm to whoever or whatever, summoning police straight out to you if you didn’t answer an immediate phone call. This was the best thing this company offered. The new legal ruling system of ‘Playmate rights’, just because you worked for them didn’t mean you ever had to do anything when you didn’t want to.
“Well, when you sign we can really begin. I’ll supply you with resumes, take you on a tour of your new living area and get you signed up for your contraception and safety implant and you’re good to go.”
“What… now? Like, straight away?”
You weren’t sure what you were expecting to be honest. You thought you might be given a day or two to prepare but you guessed as soon as you signed, that's when you started your job. You were nervous but looking down at the rules once more, your confidence grew. Besides, they picked you. They want you to work with them. So, you took a deep breath and signed the papers. Now, for at least 6 months, you had security and you felt a huge weight lifted off your shoulders at this knowledge.
“Okay, so all we have to do now is get your things together, ready to move in. You wont need furniture or anything like that as that's provided, the only thing you’ll need is personal items, maybe a few items of clothing, until they’ve taken you shopping and got all yo-”
You couldn’t help but stutter a little bit as she spoke, interrupting her.
“They provide furniture … and clothes?”
This wasn’t something that had been mentioned. It was only mentioned that they were required to give you a living space; you assumed you'd be living in an empty box until your first paycheck.
You could see a slight smile on Yolly's face, something that could be rather hard to get out of her most of the time. She pretended she was all business but you’d cracked her enough to see she was softer than she liked to appear.
“It's usually client based - the richer the client, the more privileges you tend to get. It just so happens your clients are…” She collects the first contract in front of you, securing it inside a folder while trying to find the right words. “Well, lets just say they can afford to treat you nicely.”
You weren’t really sure what to say to that. You were ecstatic that things seemed to be going your way for the first time in months, but, rich clients meant high profile, and high profile usually meant harder work. They taught you that on the 4th day of your training.
Suddenly you were thinking about who your clients could be. You’d been sheltered for so long that you didn’t know anything about pop culture other than the music you grew up with as a kid, so there was no way you’d know who they were. That didn’t stop you wondering, though. How many would there be? You knew there were a good few of them from when they screened you. There were at least 5 sets of footsteps that you could distinguish.
Would you be attracted to them? What if you couldnt bring yourself to have sex with them? What if they had kinks you couldn’t cater to? What if they were complete assho-
“You okay? You’re zoning out again?”
You shook your head cartoon style when you looked back at her. Zoning out when you were thinking was something she’d quickly picked up on that you do. It was hard to not to pick up on it - you did it constantly.
“Yeah yeah, I’m good.”
She smiled hesitantly at your response.
“Okay, well.. Are you ready to go get your things?”
You shrugged your shoulders tightly as you answered her, really unsure of how to say ‘I’ve been living in my car for 5 months and have absolutely no things to pick up’. So, you decided on something subtle.
“I’ve been living in my car for 5 months. I have absolutely nothing to pick up.”
Okay, so it was subtle in your head until you managed to word vomit everywhere. You decided it would be best not to correct yourself or try to defend your words. You had already said it. It was what it was. Luckily, she seemed to have gotten to know you well enough to not ask anymore questions. You weren’t cold hearted or even closed up off, but when you didn’t want to talk about something, people tended to know about it.
“Okay well, they will be sending a car over at 3pm and we will get everything sorted when we get there. You can wait in the lounge until then.”
You smiled at her as you walked off into the lounge, sitting down and scrolling down through your phone, checking all your social media for the first time in weeks. Your phone was terrible and you couldn't afford data for the internet. So, you connected any time you could get free wifi and thankfully this place provided.
It was 2:40pm so you didn’t have long to wait. You had bubbles in your stomach. This was a big move to make for anybody who was going through a normal patch in life, let alone somebody who was in there down and out like yourself.
You were reminded more of your shitty situation by all the Facebook messages that popped up at the same time as you connected. You’d made a habit of not responding to any of them. When shit problems happened in your life it seemed like everybody wanted to pop up and talk to you about it, even if they had not paid you any interest for the past few years. It may have left you with nobody to talk to but at least you didn’t have to deal with all the condescending comments and fake well-wishes you were being sent. You rolled your eyes as you scrolled through them . Where were all these ‘friends’ when you needed them before?
It just reminded you about how much you needed a change in lifestyle - maybe this new job could be great for you. You lost so much of your childhood. You were never allowed to make your own choices and were barely let out of your house. You looked at your left hand and noticed how bare it looked. It had been such a long time since it had last been undecorated that it felt strange. A good kind of strange.
You scrolled through people showing off their life, their families and their wealth. Every photo posted was just a brag of beauty and fortune. Most of them a fake representation of their lives. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you saw a post of him. With her.
You turned your screen off, leaving it with a black background and the time in digital facing back at you. 14:57. You’d be leaving here without looking back any second now.
You were starting to wonder if your view on all of this was slightly dramatic as everybody around you seemed so… normal. Glamorous, beautiful and wealthy but still, normal. The world was still turning, people were smiling and laughing, talking about God knows what. It was nice to be out and about and seeing things through clear eyes. The world had moved on so fast since you were a kid; things that were looked down upon by older generations were now thriving much to their dismay. You laughed to yourself as you looked down towards your feet, a small but genuine laugh that wasn’t filled with pessimism. Your time to enjoy it was cut short when Yolly called your name, dragging you out of your joy to let you know your car was outside waiting for you.
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The car journey wasn’t too long. You looked out of the window while Yolly went through all the technicalities and semantics with you once again. You felt like the rules and regulations had been shoved down your throat since the moment you signed up. Everyday was another reminder of the rules and how business-like everything was going to be. You supposed it was a good thing - the rules were there for a reason but there did get a point where you just couldn’t bring yourself to listen to them again. You’d already been through them at least 3 times today. First was before your screening, when you called up and told you had to be there for 1pm; the next was when you actually got there, and then again when Yolly handed you your contract.
The car stopped and your heart started beating faster than before. As you walked up to the big fancy building with Yolly in front of you, you yet again felt out of place. It was a huge, beautiful apartment complex with a stunning garden display in front of it and shining windows when you looked up. You nearly hurt your neck peering up towards the top.
It was only when Yolly had disappeared in front of you that you looked back down and nearly tripped over yourself trying to catch up with her. Her heels clicked on the marble flooring of the hall she’d just entered and you watched as she handed a piece of paper over to the receptionist. He looked you over with a warm smile on his face, asking you for your ID. As you handed it over, he looked at it closely, then turned around, picking up a keyring and passing it back to you along with the ID you just gave him. The keyring had three different keys on it along with a purple love heart charm. You couldn’t have explained the butterflies it gave you.
“Thank you Bongyoung, we’ll make our way up now if that's okay.”
“Not a problem.”
With that, you were following Yolly into the elevator as you pushed the buttons. Everything seemed so fancy here. Even when you thought your life was good it didn’t amount to the lavishness and luxury of this elevator alone. It hadn’t sunk in that this was where you were going to live even though you couldn’t stop thinking about it at the same time. This is where the rich lived. Not you.
“Your new accommodation is the penthouse suite. You will be living with them but you’ll have your own bedroom.”
Your heartbeat hadn’t settled down since the car ride and now could you feel it in your neck. Your whole body started to panic just a little bit at the realisation that you were going up their house.
“Are they going to be up there? What are they like?” You’d usually shy away from asking questions but the panic set you off and you were nearly grabbing Yolly and shaking her for all she was worth as you erratically asked question after question
“They aren’t there now. They’re at a dance practise but I'm sure they're all lovely. I know it can be nerve wracking but remember-” her smile was sweet and reassuring - “you’re in good hands regardless.”
You smiled back at her as the elevator journey finally came to an end and the doors opened up. You were faced with a hallway with one door at the end of it. In any other apartment building there would be doors littering the walls and literal litter on the floors but this was so pristinely kept. There was art on the white walls, an umbrella stand next to the elevator doors and a table to the left side of the hallway with what looked like fresh red roses on top.
“Well, would you like to go unlock the door?”
You looked down to the keys in your hand. Of course that's what they were for. You lived there now. You walked over slowly as it would only take you a few long strides to reach the door and started examining the keys. You went with your best educated guess and picked out the biggest one, pushing it into the lock and turning it. It was the right key. You took a deep breath before you opened it, acting like there was going to be a dragon on the other side rather than a home for you to finally sleep in.
As you pushed the door open and you looked inside, you were in complete awe of the room in front of you.
It was a large white room with windows for walls overlooking the city. The building was so tall and beautiful; the light shone in all the right places. The furniture was a mixture of dark and light greys. The white marble floor was covered by what looked like the comfiest dark grey rug that matched the sofas that were on top of it. In the middle of it all was a light-wooden square table, adorned by a green plant that looked lovely and healthy. There were other things decorating the room but you weren’t able to pay too much attention while your jaw was basically on the floor.
“Ah, some people have it good, right?” You just nodded your head at Yolly with your mouth agape while you looked around, walking further into the living room. She walked closer to you and nudged your shoulder with her own, grabbing your attention slightly “I meant you! You live here now remember?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at her comment as you gazed around. She laughed back at you, clearly liking the difference in personality coming out of you compared to what you were like at the beginning of the day.
“Fuck me this is incredible- I mean its huge, what the fuck?”
You were still laughing at her as you expressed your glee and awe at the room when you heard a noise coming from behind you.
Both of you turned around to see the front door opening and several people walking through, laughing and conversing with each other. Your eyes grew wide. You weren’t ready for this right now - they weren’t supposed to be here yet. You didn’t have time to panic as one by one they walked in, noticing you and Yolly. You stood there like a deer in headlights as you noticed the door close after the seventh boy that entered the room.
Shit, (italicised for internal thought) they were gorgeous.
All their eyes were on you now as you stood, frozen. Even though you fully clothed you felt exactly like you had earlier that day when you were laid bare for them, only this time you could see them as well.
There were seven different men of varying heights and styles, some wearing smiles, some with unreadable faces, and even one with what you could only describe as a slight scowl on his face. You did your best to ignore that one but for some reason your eyes were drawn to him as he looked at you. Something about him appearing so mad made your curiosity peak. Was he the one that said no to you?
Before you were able to get a good look at them all, you heard Yolly’s voice from behind you.
“Hello boys, good to see you again. I was told I was able to show ____ around as you’d be at a practice.”
One of the men, who was currently wearing a black cap meaning you couldn’t quite get a look at his face, took a few steps forward, kindly gesturing to Yolly. He looked tall. He was wearing black tracksuit pants with a white stripe down them along with a white T-shirt and a grey denim shirt over the top.
“We're sorry - our filming finished earlier than usual. We will make sure to stay out of your way as you show ___ around.”
He very quickly gathered up the other boys and they all walked together to sit in the seating area in front of you. You kept your head to the floor as you felt unsure where best to look. These were the men you’d contracted yourself into sleeping with and you could barely even look at them. One of them, who was also wearing black tracksuit pants but with a grey logo hoodie on, came up to you and offered you his hand to shake. You saw it as you were looking down and obviously looked up to see the face belonged to in response. He had blonde hair tied up in the most pathetic excuse of a pony tail you’d ever seen with a few straight strands falling out at the front. His plump lips were beautiful and his face glowed as he smiled at you when you raised your head. You took his hand and shook it as he spoke.
“It's so lovely to meet you, ___, I mean, properly at least. You’re very beautiful.”
His voice was so sweet and accompanied by the cheekiest giggle that somehow infected you into joining in with a smile. You weren’t able to answer him back as he pulled away and joined the rest of his friends on the sofas. Heat rose into your cheeks immediately. You looked straight back at the floor as they all got comfortable talking to each other. They spoke Korean for the main part, too fast for you to keep up with, but you did notice the odd word of English littered into the conversation.
“Since you’re all here, I might as well leave you all to get acquainted and show ___ around. You’ve all had a copy of the contract as well as your management and resumes of ____ other's do's and don'ts.”
They all had a copy of your resume. They all knew what you liked sexually. Your eyes widened at the stark reminder of something you were happy to forget. You didn’t have theirs’ yet - that came once you got the job but only after they’d been allowed to read yours first. When you filled it out a few weeks ago, having not had sex in a year, you filled it in with all the horniness and pent up frustration you had. They must have thought you were a kinky weirdo. God, you wish you’d have taken it more seriously and been a little bit more reserved to begin with. You felt the familiar feeling of your heart beating hard in your chest when you realised Yolly was explaining she would be leaving you here alone for the first time. She turned to look towards you as she continued.
“____, I’ll get in contact with you about your contraception and things as soon as I have an appointment for them. So until then, I hope you guys hit it off.”
She handed you a stack of the papers that she’d been holding and when you looked down it included a copy of all the boys’ resumes, rules and regulations.
“I trust you will show ___ around and come to an agreement of living. ____ if you have any more questions, I’m a phone call away.”
With that, she turned around and walked out the door. You had half a mind to run and follow her out of it and when it closed on your face, you realised you nearly did. You were facing the huge white door with your back towards the seven men. You knew you were holding in a breath, unsure of how awkward it would be to just turn around and face them but luckily somebody made the first move for you.
You turned around as a hand ghosted behind your back.
“_____? It’s nice to meet you, I’m Namjoon.”
He was the first one that talked when they all entered, the one with the black cap, except he’d removed it now. His voice was soft and sweet and you didn’t miss how his hands never actually touched you, only hovering over you, keeping you comfortable. His messy, silver hair was so beautiful contrasted against his golden skin. His face almost seemed sculpted.
He slowly guided you to one of the chairs sitting you down trying to get you more comfortable.
“We all know this must be strange for you but we just wanted to know that you’re here as an equal to us. We know it's awkward to talk about straight out of the gate but you're here to be our friend as well as... Well.” He trailed off suggestively.
You couldn’t believe he seemed shy. All of these men had signed up to have sex with you and yet he couldn’t even say the word. Then again, you signed up for this too and you’re certain you couldn’t say it either.
As you listened to him talk, you were highly impressed by his English. He never missed a beat and only seemed a little hesitant. You took your chance to look at all of them sitting around you. They all wore similar clothing as they’d just come from a dance practice but their styles were unique. They all looked tired and you almost felt guilty for keeping them up talking even though it was no later than 5pm.
They were all so attractive and you were surprised. How did you manage to be picked by such an attractive group of men? They all glowed with honey skin, each one of them ticking a different aesthetic. You tried not to stare too much, not wanting to seem weird or too keen.
“What he means to say is you’re not just (don’t capitalise, italicise) here to pleasure us. We're here to pleasure you as well, and become friends. You live here with us now so you’re essentially one of us.”
You were surprised at the bluntness of this man's words. He was in a full, soft, matching pale purple tracksuit. He had short, black hair and very broad shoulders. His english was good but he stumbled a few times over his words. It became obvious to you while people were listening that there were varying levels of English within the group.
“My name’s Seokjin, by the way.” His smile was sweet as he looked towards you.
“I’m ____, but you know that already, I guess. I’m sorry - I haven’t had time to read over any paperwork so I don’t really know who's who. They just kinda…. threw me into this I guess.” Your voice was slightly shaky but you were sure you did a good job of covering it up. You replied to them in Korean, hoping you’d managed to get it out legibly so they knew they didn’t have to speak English all the time. This was all good. There was a sense of relief the conversation brought you that managed to eb away at the nervousness inside.
Four of the remaining boys introduced themselves to you and you sat and listened to them.
Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin. They all seemed sweet. Namjoon, Jin, Jimin and Hoseok all seemed confident and happy. Jimin and Hoseok both stuck out in your mind for being extremely chirpy and playful. They even managed to make you laugh as they talked about each other mainly, teasingly making jibes at each other. Jungkook seemed much shyer than the rest, only really giving you his name as he looked towards you. Yoongi also seemed kinda shy from first glance but the more attention you paid the more you realised he seemed more tired than anything. It was funny slipping in and out of Korean when one of you made a mistake, helping each other out with what you were trying to say. It was warm and kind.
Taehyung was a different story altogether though. He only introduced himself when Namjoon forced it out of him as he sat there looking sour. Regardless of how friendly the others were being, it was hard to not be affected by him slightly. You decided it was best to say nothing. Mainly because you’d been here for less than an hour and the last thing you wanted to do was rock the boat.
They all started talking to you, asking you questions about yourself, but you knew you didn’t want to give them much to go on. You didn’t want them to think they’d picked up a homeless weirdo with a tragic backstory so you kept things simple. You’d recently lost your job and you needed a new one. That was only a third of the story but it was true enough for you not to feel bad. They were kind - they mentioned the idea of taking you on dates before anything happened, something you politely declined. You weren’t sure why but the idea of going on a date with them knowing you’d have to have sex with them felt like it may add too much pressure. Having sex with them first felt easier, but the sentiment of the idea wasn’t lost on you at all. The offer was still lovely.
When everybody had finished talking and introducing themselves, winding down for the night, Hoseok stood up and offered to walk you to your new room.They seemed to want to get you settled in without bombarding you too much to begin with. You just smiled and nodded as he stood up beside you, nudging you playfully. There was something about him that so easily made you smile; you couldn’t help but stand up next to him and walk by his side.
Your room wasn’t far away at all. It was the furthest door down a corridor to the left of the living room. The corridor stuck to the white and grey aesthetic that the rest of the house did. You went to open the door but it was locked. Hosoek laughed loudly to the side of you.
“Your key, silly. We weren’t going to give you a door with a broken lock.”
Huh, (italicise thoughts) you never really thought about it. You weren’t sure how much privacy you were going to be allowed. As you pulled your key out, you were actually thankful that you could lock your door whenever you needed to.
When you opened the door, you discovered your bedroom was as grandiose as the rest of the house. The bed had long posts that went to the top of the room with sheer curtains hanging down. The wardrobe was roof-to-floor and spanned across the entire wall but other than that it was clear, ready for you to settle in with a huge empty space left for anything you might have had. Yet again words failed you at the look of everything. You just walked in and sat on the end of the bed… your bed.
As you sat there you looked at Hoseok, and he smiled at you taking it all in. You guessed what he was here for. You looked at him and invited him to sit next to you and he did without hesitation, bouncing as he landed next to you on the mattress, proving just how comfortable the bed was. You reached your hand to the hem of your hoodie.
“Do you wanna... I mean… are you here to...?”
You weren’t 100% sure how you should address it. Do you ask…? Do you just…?
Before you even got a chance to think about it, Hoseok’s hand was on yours, pulling it away and holding it.
“You know you don’t belong to us, right? You dont have to just… have sex everyday with us.” The sunny disposition that glowed off him made feeling awkward about the conversation completely impossible. He was so calm and easy to talk to, that you just laughed along with his slight chuckle at his statement. “You need to give it time, get settled in and get to know us all first.” He looked over to the piles of paper you left in the corner of the room that Yolly had given you. “Looks like you’ve got a lot of reading.” God, his smile was so bright and kind. “Then when you're ready we will use the system we have set out.”
You looked at him and tilted your head to the side, looking slightly confused.
“System?”
He looked at you with pure adoration. You must have looked like an idiot but when he put his hand up and scratched behind your ear while giggling, you couldn't help but laugh along with him. God, he was good at keeping you calm. You’d known him for about 5 minutes one-to-one and you had never felt calmer.
“The extra key on your keychain. If you’re feeling… available for the night, you put that key in the bowl on the table and then any of us can pick it up if we're feeling like we need a release. If your key isn’t in that bowl and none of us have talked to you about spending the day or night together, then you get left completely alone. That way we know not to bother you with anything sex related, and if we see your key there we know that you’re wanting it too.”
Hoseok only spoke in Korean for the last bit. The whole explanation seemed to be a bit of a challenge for him in English but he made sure to take it slow, and made sure you understood every bit of it. You really misjudged the idea of this whole thing. You thought you were just going to get thrown around like a glorified sex doll - but that wasn’t the case at all. You were treated just as equal as everybody else like Namjoon had said and it made you feel warm inside.
“Nobody will ask you for anything until the first night you put your key in the bowl. That way we know you’re comfortable enough to start.”
You nodded your head as he walked back towards the door. You already felt lonely and he hadn’t even left yet.
“Thank you, Hobi. I really appreciate it.”
He smiled at you as he opened the door, ready to leave.
“Don’t feel pressured, but do come out when you’ve settled in. Get to know your new home and all of us. We want you here and we want you to feel at home here. Don’t shy away from us.”
As soft as his tone of voice sounded, there was the slightest demanding tone that you hadn’t noticed in anything else he had said. He just left as you looked around your room in awe of your new life here. Things were going to be insane.
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The next few days were … strange to say the least. You felt bad but you barely came out of your room unless they were away for practice. You felt ungrateful; they’d given you all this, even filled you wardrobe over the days, but you still felt shy as hell whenever you thought properly about the situation
You went to get your contraception and safety injections, Jungkook driving you there and back. He didn’t seem to look you in the eyes the whole time and it made you wonder if he was another one who wasn’t a fan of you or if he was just as awkward as you were. You assumed it was the latter as he volunteered himself to take you when you awkwardly shuffled into the living room asking for a lift. They were all just sitting around playing games on the biggest TV you had ever seen, only looking up when they noticed you, mostly all of them with smiles on their faces. You wondered why he would give you a lift but then say nothing the whole time. Maybe you were projecting your own awkwardness onto him.
You managed to make small talk, mainly about his schedule and how busy they always were, but there wasn't much more than that you could get out of him.
When you were at home, you were trying to study all their resumes and get yourself used to everything. Each resume told you their sexual preferences, their kinks, and their preferences when it came to clothing and fantasies. You barely knew them so looking through things like that felt odd. Sex was something you were supposed to explore together with somebody - not something that was handed to you on a piece of paper. You never really took any of it in if you were honest. Too busy adjusting.
You also searched them up online, watching videos of their performances. They were BTS, an idol group that had been together for years. The more you read the more pressure you felt. People obsessed over them online. There were videos of girls and women screaming over them and you couldn’t blame them at all. At this point you had a favourite video of each of them and little things you loved that each of them did.
The way Yoongi scrunched up his nose. The boxy smile of Taehyung’s. The cute little freckle below Jungkook’s lips. You’d kill to see Namjoon clench his jaw in person. The smell of Jin’s cooking in the mornings and the way Jimin pushed his hair back at any possible convenience. You could list things about them for days but those were your favourite things about each of them.
It was weird. You’d accumulated all this information about them online and yet they were in the room next to you most of the time, living their lives, waiting for you to be comfortable enough to start providing your services.
Girls online wanted them. There were pages upon pages of sexy videos and stories and edits. They even managed to get you hot enough to a point where the lack of sex started to catch up with you.
A week was all it took. A week until you left one of your bedroom keys in the bowl in the middle of the table. At first you thought it’d take you weeks, but living with these men, these sexy, attractive funny men,made your lack of sex too much to ignore. You were going to start doing your job. Properly.
you did it when they were at a late night practise so you wouldn’t be seen. They worked such long hours it was insane. They were at practise most days from 12pm to 10pm. You didn’t know anybody who worked harder than they did.
As you walked out of your room, you noticed everything was slightly messier than the first few days. Clearly, the need to impress had worn off of everybody. You always saw Taehyung cleaning up but never got a chance to talk to him properly. You believed he didn’t like you or at least didn’t like the idea of you. You weren’t sure if that would ever change but you hoped it would. He was so interesting when you watched him interact with his other members and you heard him sing when you would pass his room in the house. Maybe he just needed some time.
As promised, there was a bowl in the center of the table that you decided to drop your key into. You weren’t sure if anybody would even come join you. Maybe they didn’t want to be with you because you were so awkward. Maybe they’d be too tired after their long nights of practise. You really weren’t sure what to expect. So you just left it, heading back to your room, completely unsure of what to do next
Did you stay awake and wait for one of them? Go to sleep and let one of them wake you up? Get all dressed up? You put on one of the silky lingerie sets that you found along with lots of other sets of pajamas that had been left for you in your room and laid in your bed, waiting. It’d been a few hours since you left the key. You assumed they’d all gotten home about 2 hours ago at 10 o’clock when they usually did. Although you were waiting and unsure, your sleepiness took over you, making you fall asleep in the bed you’d comforted yourself in.
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As your eyes opened, you couldn’t help the moan that slipped past your lips. The wetness between your thighs was impossible to ignore, along with the strands of hair tickling against them.
You felt weeks of frustration dissipate slightly with every long lick to your core. This tongue was so long and wet each time, and you could feel saliva mixed with your wetness drip down your now puffy lips. It felt so filthy.
It was only when you pulled the sheets back to reveal Jungkooks face that a whine came out of you in full force.
The look in his eyes and the drenched chin he was sporting turned on you so much it knocked the wind out of you, along with his name.
"I'm so sorry ____, I couldn't wait any longer. I just wanted to try it."
He didn't look up to you as he whimpered his apologies, keeping his eyes deeply locked with your pussy as he added kitten licks between every other word. Each lick made your pussy and thighs clench with want and need. You didn't say much, only moaning out towards him.
You wanted to think back, think of his resume and remember everything that turned him on but as he danced his tongue around your clit and hole you just couldn't. You didn't want to distract yourself from the wet muscle dancing around you so pleasurably.
You lay back and enjoy the feeling. Closing your eyes, all your focus was on the feeling between your legs and getting to know Jungkook’s movements.
He was slow but his face was pushed so close towards your pussy you could feel every movement of his mouth.
They didn’t make you scream, but they had you panting so softly, mouth hanging open at the pressure both slow but strong. As if his tongue was running deep through your body.
“Can’t believe I waited so long to do this, tastes so nice… Can I push my tongue in? Would you like that?”
You couldn’t help but open your eyes and push yourself up so you were leaning back on your elbows. As you looked down towards him, his eyes finally met yours. You only just noticed he was completely naked, and his honey skin looked so smooth. You noticed his plump ass bouncing ever so slightly as he humped against the mattress slowly and you couldn’t help the groan that left your lips at this sight. You tilted your head back, looking straight up towards the roof.
It was only when you felt a tight squeeze on your thigh that you were pulled out of your bliss and made to look down at him. You could tell by the look on his face that he wanted you to answer his question.
“Yes, yes Jungkook, I’d love that.”
His hands were dancing over your thighs at this point but when he ducked his head back down, gliding his tongue around your hole, you felt his hesitancy. You couldn’t help but wonder what it was about.
“Jungkook, baby-” You pushed your hand through his long locks tilting his head to the side gently. The tensing of his jaw while it moved along with the tongue that was hesitantly prodding at your clit making your legs shake and your pussy quiver almost caused you to forget what you were asking. “Jungkook-” You had to close your eyes to focus on what you were asking but the picture of his jaw’s movement kept replying in your head. “Have you ever done this before?”
Your question was asked with a long sigh of his name as he delivered a quick suck to your clit. You saw slight panic flash through his eyes as he dived back in, not answering your question and shaking his head with his tongue out, touching each and every part of you. You couldn’t help but scream out for the first time, both your hands now tucked safely away in his locks and you listened to the sounds of his wet, strong kisses and sucks to your clit sending shocks through your body, making you twitch.
“I’m sorry, does it not feel good? I just wanna make you feel good.”
His voice was so muffled that you could barely understand him but the desperation was undeniable, his voice almost as whiny as your own. His kisses to your bud got stronger and he started to suck hard. You were struggling once again for semblance.
“No, no. Jungkook - fuck - Jungkook it’s, it’s so good-” (Italics)
Something about his innocence ignited a fire within you. You were sure you only got wetter for him as he sucked your bud, only a little bit harder than you enjoyed.
You pulled one hand out of his hair, leaning back so you could watch him down your body as he desperately tried his best to give you what he thought you needed.
“Good - uh - good boy ,Jungkook, fuck stick your tongue inside like you wanted to, just push it deep. You can do that, can’t you?” (italics)
When he looked up at you, you could see pleasure reflected in his face, and you were sure that you probably wore a similar expression. He found pleasure in your words and your praise. You even noticed the bounce of his ass going slightly faster as he nodded his head at you while licking his wet lips.
You felt powerful. The idea that you were asleep just 10 minutes ago completely disregarded as you teasingly wiggled your hips in front of his face.
He couldn’t help himself; you saw him stick his tongue out and you cooed at how cute it was. The noise was replaced by a moan, though, as he dove his tongue deep into you while moaning. The strong vibrations flowing through his lips were now placed just below your clit as he messily sucked as well and licked into you.
Nothing but moans of his name left your lips as you threw your head back in pleasure. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to watch him or just enjoy the moment. The choice was made for you when you felt him pull your hips impossibly close to his face and he started moaning loudly.
Your body fell back whilst arching upwards in pleasure. There was something about his sloppy movements and desperate need that made this the best head you had ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
You felt the bed underneath you bouncing slightly and you just knew he was fucking himself into the soft covering of your mattress faster and harder than before.
His tongue was exploring you everywhere, too fast to get you off but enough to keep you squirming.
You felt ecstasy as you threw your hands into your hair, grasping your roots, grinding your hips into his face. The encouragement of his moans getting louder and louder only allowed you to lose yourself more and more. When you heard his moans go breathless and felt him twitching between your body, you realised exactly why Jungkook’s noises had gotten as loud as they did.
You’d never seen somebody look more embarrassed as you peered down, seeing his face buried in your thigh, refusing to look up at you. You pushed yourself back up and started stroking his hair, looking down at the mess he had made underneath his body as he twitched and spread the cum further onto his covered chest.
His body and his actions were giving you two completely different vibes and you couldn’t help but love it.
“Don’t be embarrassed Jungkook. I’m here to help you enjoy yourself.”
This was your job, this was why you were in this situation to begin with. It was your job to make sure the boys were able to enjoy themselves the best they could.
That didn’t stop the throbbing that was between your legs as Jungkook kept cooing and nuzzling into your core.
“No - no, wanna-” His voice was so lost and breathless, clearly a result of his recent release mixed with the fact he's had his head between your legs so tightly for the past 15 minutes. “Wanted to make you cum.”
If your eyes weren’t closed he’d have seen them roll to the back of your head. His words making your worked up pussy clench around nothing.
“Jungkook it’s okay; you’re tired. Let's get you cleaned up.”
You tried so hard to make sure you were doing your job right, making sure you were looking after him and his needs over your own. Unfortunately, the whine of disobedience that came out of his mouth as he kept a firm grip on your thighs, disabling your movement, made that an impossible task.
“Teach me.Teach me how to make you cum.” He nuzzled himself back into your heat and you all but growled back at him, struggling to control yourself. “Wanna make a girl cum; wanna make you cum.”
He was all but crying now with his hands squeezing your thighs trying to make you trap his head between them. Jungkook was insatiable and you’d be damned if you didn't give him exactly what he needed.
You couldn’t think as he started to mindlessly lap at your clit. You were already pretty close to cumming after what he’d already done, you just needed to teach him how to give you that extra push.
You slowly brought your hand down your body and carded your hand through his hair once more. Ever so gently, you pulled his head away from you so his eyes were watching your next move. Your confidence kicked in with the adoring look he was sporting as he stared intently at you. You moved your fingers to your center and spread your lips apart for him to see.
Jungkook let out the most high pitched groan and it made you fall apart. You couldn’t wait any longer.
“Suck my clit Jungkook. You’ve done everything so good. I just need you to play with my clit.”
As soon as you said it his lips were back on you and you were letting out the loudest moans. He was - by far - the hottest thing you’d ever seen. His technique was anything but polished and yet the sloppy slurps and the wandering tongue made your toes curl up and your eyes see bright white.
The words coming out of your mouth were unintelligible and the feeling in your bones was like fire. The louder and dumber you sounded the further Jungkook’s face pushed into your cunt whilst he matched the moans coming from your mouth.
Your body fell back on the bed, but Jungkook continued to relentlessly lick, moaning so loud.
“S’ good, s’ good- Oh - so fucking good-”
The last word came out of his mouth pained and long. You looked down and saw his hands wrapped around his cock, ass now in the air as his cum painted the bed sheets below him, joining the stain he had already left there not even 10 minutes ago.
“Holy shit.”
You thought you’d said it in your head until Jungkook looked up at you with the sweetest smile you’d ever seen in your life. His hands were still on his cock and his face still wet with your juices and yet somehow he looked like the perfect innocent boy next door.
You weren’t sure what it was that made you do it, though you were pretty sure it was that look on his face, but you moved forward, pulling his hand off his cock, and licked up all the cum that had landed on it slowly and softly, staring him deep in his eyes. As you indulge yourself in his cum, he licked his lips at the same pace, lapping up all the cum that had dripped onto his lips. If anybody could see this now, it would seem filthy, but every second of it was errotic to you. You tasted him while he tasted you, looking deep into his sweet soft eyes. He slowly moved his hands away from you, hand crawling its way to the back of your head, pulling your mouth forward onto his.
This was the first time you felt a shift in dynamic. Jungkook’s tongue was taking its time exploring your mouth, just like he did your pussy. As he did, his body shifted so he was on his knees straddling you, making himself dominant to you. He still moaned as he kissed you but these moans were so much more gentle compared to his whining as he ate you out.
You could taste yourself on him. You could feel bits of his hair softly brushing your cheeks and his free hand softly caressed your neck and shoulders. You could even hear the gentle sounds of his earrings clanking together. The moment was so soft and relaxing you barely even realised you were both lying in bed next to each other, making out.
There was something so backwards about it but you felt so close to him then that you weren’t really sure what to say, so you just enjoyed the moment for as long as you could. His hands ran around your body, playing with your silk sleep shirt. Sometimes when he was feeling a little cheeky he'd even reach over and grasp your ass cheek and then giggle into your mouth.
God, he was so precious.
“Thank you, Noona.”
You almost melted in his arms as he looked you in the eyes playing with your hair. He looked so soft. You wouldn’t believe that he was the same person who came into your room and ate you out with such desperation. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit as you thought about it more.
“It’s what I’m here for, Jungkook.”
“You’re really pretty...Will you go on a date with me now? I know you didn’t want to before we did anything but now we have.. So can we? Tomorrow?” His words became a little rushed as he asked and it only made your giggle dissipate slowly into a smile that you could feel taking over your face.
“When things feel a little more… normal… I promise you can take me out on a date.”
You saw he wasn’t fully satisfied with your answer and you couldn’t help but feel bad about it, but before you got to say anything he spoke out.
“Well, can you come out of your room for breakfast tomorrow? You lock yourself in here and we just wanna get to know you.”
You could see the tips of his ears turning red as he expressed his real feelings to you. He was right; you really needed to start making more of an effort.
“Okay Jungkook, tomorrow I’ll come to breakfast with you guys.”
He tucked himself in close to you as a smile spread across his face.
“I’ll make sure you do by sleeping here tonight.”
He started kissing your neck as you fell asleep in his embrace.
You could get used to this.