Rope Bunny (Jikook) // Completed

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Jungkook's POV:

Jungkook buried his head in his hands. He had a massive hangover and the only reason he wasn't at home sleeping is because this damn class costs him so much money- money that he doesn't even have. College was proving to be almost too much for Jungkook. As someone who made it easily through high school, finding out that college actually required work drove him to partying, drinking, and pretending like that was helping. Jungkook was sweet and well-meaning, he was just struggling.

But lately, times had been tough. He was running low on funds from his parents, who had threatened to stop giving him money if he didn't stop drinking and start studying. You're a dance major, they said. How hard can it be to not fail dance class?

Hey, mom. Jungkook thought. Ever tried pirouetting while hungover? Come back when you have and then try to tell me it should be easy.

Put simply, Jungkook was getting desperate for cash.

Returning to his dorm, Jungkook plopped down in front of his laptop and decided it was now or never. He typed into the searchbar: Jobs near me. It was a seemingly innocent Google search that held so much more in store for him than the young man could ever imagine. He scrolled lazily through pages of available odd jobs, from mowing lawns to helping on construction sites. Jungkook knew that he was strong, and more than capable of handling lots of physical exertion. Therefore, he was about to message a man offering $11 an hour working on building a new bank when the strange ad right below it caught his eye. 

"Rich Young Man Looking for Company"

Being the curious person that he is, Jungkook clicked on the ad, knowing he wasn't even gonna consider it, no wa-

Wait. What?

Fucking pardon?

Jungkook's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the numbers displayed on the very blunt advertisement:

"Looking for some company at home, preferably young, male, ready to serve and get spoiled"

"$2,500 per session"

Jungkook knew that these ads were often bad news. He knew that these "young" men were only on these sites because they couldn't get laid without paying someone. But money was tight, and Jungkook was desperate.

He clicked.

Jimin's POV:

Jimin sat in his huge house, alone as usual. He had just sent another girl home crying after rejecting her confession. Sure, he felt bad, but she wasn't his type. 

To be more clear, girls in general weren't his type. 

Jimin was bright, always making good grades, but devastatingly shy. Most women saw his crippling social anxiety as a cool exterior, and were attracted to his mystery and stunning looks. Jimin, however, kept to himself not because he thought he was too good for the others, but because he worried that he wasn't good enough. Before his father died and his mother abandoned him, he had been verbally and emotionally abused by his parents. It left him permanently scarred, and somewhat of a social recluse.

The only refuge he found was in the bedroom.

While Jimin was in control, he felt that he could to the things his father used to do to him, except his partners liked it. And so did he. Being able to vent his frustrations and getting a positive reaction from it was part of his healing process. 

Jimin only had one rule: Don't fall in love with him.

He was so terrified of becoming his parents that he couldn't risk a relationship. He planned to never have children, and let his bloodline die with him. After every session, Jimin would tell his lovers thank you for the good time... And please don't contact him except to arrange another meeting. He paid all of his partners handsomely, and treated them with respect, but kept everyone at a distance.

Jimin waltzed around his empty halls, stopping in his bathroom to examine himself in the mirror. Of course he understood why people liked him, with his gorgeous lips and soft silver hair he was damn near irresistible. He had a perfectly sculpted dancer's body, slim but strong, lithe but muscular. 

Jimin preferred his lovers to be bigger than him, just because it was so much more fun to break someone emotionally when they physically surpassed you. A smile played on the young man's pink lips, thinking about the oh-so-many times he had brought strong men to their knees, begging for him to hurt them, degrade them, make them feel like nothing. Becoming perfectly compliant and obedient under Jimin's touch. And every time, Jimin happily obliged.

A sound from Jimin's laptop broke him out of his own self-absorbed trance. He glided gracefully to his bedroom, checking the notification with a bored expression.

"You have a response to your advertisement, "Rich Young Man Looking for Company"

Jimin clicked on the message, still mildly uninterested because this was pretty routine for him.

"Hello sir. I saw your ad and I am willing to do whatever you want to earn some money. My name is Jeon Jungkook, I am 21 and male. Please give me a message back. I really need this money."

Jimin choked.

Jeon Jungkook?

He recognized that name...