Infired by You Promised, a Jikook fanfic by @jiminsidekookie on Wattpad.
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My friend introduced me to his dad's coworker about three years ago.

Tae Hyung's father was a lawyer and his father's friend, Park Jimin, was as well.

I turned nineteen this year and I'm finally out of school, as in...I don't plan on going to college. I don't need a job.

Every month I'm given payments from Park Jimin. Each payment is enough to get me through the month and I've also been saving up for the last year. I've gotten enough money to buy an apartment.

But here's the catch.

My payments are what Tae Hyung calls 'Whore Checks'. Because I am basically Park Jimin's whore.

If he needs something from the store, I take the extra credit card he gave me and buy it before I drop it off at his house. If he needs someone to cuddle while his girlfriend is away, I run to his bed and sleep next to him.

Extendedly, I'm also a booty call to him.

He likes to take advantage of me and I like getting paid. Perks of it all are that Jimin is the exact opposite of ugly and that sometimes he never even lays a finger on me.

That was the case today. He'd called me at four in the morning, his voice strained as he asked me to come over.
I got there as fast as I could and he answered the door shirtless.

He greeted me with a cheerful, "Jungkook!" and pulled me into the apartment. I was dragged back to the bedroom and thrown on the end of the bed. He grabbed a chair and positioned it a few feet away from me before he sat down.

"I need to hear you moan, baby," he pushed his sleeping pants down around his thighs and gripped his length.

His engagement ring caught the light and I pouted.

Nevertheless, I stood up and slowly shook my jacket off my shoulders.

He laughed and I knew it was because of how my hands looked covered by the sleeves; he always liked that.

I gave him a small smile as I dropped my jacket on the bed then pulled my shirt off rather quickly.

I felt his hands working at my belt buckle while I threw my shirt away and then my hands fell to his hair. It was soft and no matter what I did, it always fell perfectly back into place.

"Your outfit is really cute today," he looked up to me and I forced a smile.
"Thank you Mr. Park."

"I told you to call me Jimin," he laughed, "Did you already forget?"

"Your ring is still on, Mr. Park," I whispered, "I'm only following the rules."

Rule number one: if Jimin's engagement ring was on his finger, I barely knew the man. He was Mr. Park to me and nothing more than a friend of my old friend's father.

"You're right," he looked to his hand and quickly took the ring off, "Sorry baby, I was so excited to see you I forgot."

His next smile was one I was able to return. His words warmed my heart and I couldn't stay upset with him.

"It's okay, Jimin," I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"You know I love you, right Kookie?" He grabbed my wrist and brought my palm to his lips then let it openly rest against his cheek.

"I know," I nodded, "You tell me all the time." Although I didn't know. I wasn't so sure lately. A few months into our arrangement, sure I could see how he loved me. But now, he'd upgraded his relationship with his girlfriend right before my very eyes. How did that symbolize his love for me?

He started tugging my jeans down and I fell to the bed once they were pass my knees.

He finished undressing me and I pulled my oversized jacket back on.
"You look so cute," he laughed and moved back to his chair, "Touch yourself baby."

I felt the blush on my cheeks before I felt my arousal kick in. Normally it was the opposite, the arousal before the embarrassment.

But nothing had changed. We always did this, or some form of this. He hadn't moved house, so why did it feel so different, so foreign to pleasure myself in Jimin's presence?

"You aren't moaning yet," he moved to me and grabbed my hand from my length, "What's wrong? Do you need more?"

"No," I whispered.

His brow furrowed and he locked our fingers together, "Then what's wrong?"

I shrugged and pulled my jacket closed around me.

"Jungkookie," he leaned in and kissed me, at first just giving me a small peck.

He came back time and time again, placing a kiss that got longer each time, until I finally kissed back.

Then we tangled around one another and fell back on the bed, legs intertwined and hands scouring bare skin.

After a few minutes, I pulled away and smiled to myself as he kissed the bridge of my nose repeatedly.

"You don't love me, do you, Jimin?"

He stopped and brought his right hand to my hair, pushing it back from my eyes, "Of course I love you, why wouldn't I love you?"

"You're marrying someone who isn't me. How could you love me if you've given your heart to her?"

"Baby, Kyo Sonn is our coverup, remember?"

"It doesn't feel like it anymore. You call me less and less."

"You send me pictures and voicemails all the time, why would I need to call you?"

"To talk to me," I rolled my eyes at him and sat up, "Maybe to return the favor and let me hear your voice. You've been so selfish lately and I don't like it this way."

"I'm sorry," he sat up and kissed my cheek, "I promise I'll be better for you."

The door opened across the room and Jimin quickly stood up to fix his attire.
But I made no move to hide; I was tired of hiding.

Kyo Sonn screamed and I heard some things fall to the floor.

"Park Jimin!" She shrieked.

I dropped my head as Jimin moved over and grabbed her hands.

"What is going on here?" She asked sternly. I'm sure she was staring at the mostly naked teen on her bed.

"Kyo, baby, it's nothing, really-"

"Shut up!"

She said what I was thinking. Not too long ago he was telling me he loved me and now I'm nothing to him.

"Why is he naked?! Huh?!" She hit Jimin and I didn't feel sorry for him.

"Kyo-"

"Why is there a naked kid in our bedroom and why are you half naked too?!"

"Jungkook's not a kid!" He snapped.

"He's a teenager! He's a child! You're twenty-seven, you pervert!"

At least she made no remark about me being a boy.

I smirked at that and reached down to the floor to grab my underwear. They were actually a pair of Kyo Sonn's panties that Jimin gave to me last January on New Year's day.

I slid them on and stood up before pulling on my jeans.

I zipped them up and my jacket as well, then grabbed my shirt and moved to the bedroom door.

"Goodbye Mr. Park," I muttered underneath their argument as I slipped out the door.

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For the next few weeks, I didn't hear any news from Jimin. I got my April paycheck in my bank account and I was able to pay my rent early, which by building rules would lower it next month.

On May nineteenth, Jimin showed up at my apartment. He seemed to have just gotten off from work since he was still in a suit.

"Hey baby," he lightly smiled, "How've you been?"

I slammed the door in his face before locking it and sliding down to the floor.

He knocked a few times, then I heard his voice come through. "Jungkook, I'm so sorry," he whispered, "I hope you can hear me, because I can hear you sniffling. Please don't cry, baby, it's okay. Everything's okay now, alright? Give me some more time and we can be together again, alright?"

I didn't answer, I only covered my mouth and pushed my body off the floor.

"Jungkook?" Nam Joon stepped out of the bathroom just as I ran by and he caught me in his arms, "Babe, what's wrong?"

I looked to the door and his eyes followed. Then I shook my head and buried my eyes in his neck.

He held me and pat my head, kissing my temple every few minutes until I calmed down.

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"Joon," I sighed out his name as he pushed in again. The glide was so easy and it seemed almost natural for him to be inside me.

He grunted in my ear and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him to me.

I didn't want him to go; not like Jimin had. I wanted to keep him as close as possible. He was my rock and I needed him.

"Jungkook," he stuttered out, his hips faltering as well.

I kissed his temple and urged him to climax, myself not even feeling remotely close. I needed him to give me head this time around, not just stroke me. And I could count on him to do that, to make me feel better and help me forget Jimin existed for another month.

"Babe," he started littering my neck with kisses as he came, calling me all the pet names I adored.

"Sorry Joonie," I whispered.

"It's okay," he smiled, "I know what you need," he pecked my lips then quickly pulled out before disposing of the used condom.

I got comfortable again, relaxing into the pillows with my hands above my head.

I was too stressed to even thoroughly enjoy sex with my boyfriend. I just needed to breathe.

Namjoon knew that, so he gave me some time before he started kissing me again.

His lips had traveled my entire torso before he grabbed my length and started to stroke me. I had calmed myself enough to focus on all the love he put into each movement, each kiss.
I counted the seconds between the pecks that he left on my stomach and found that the gap was longer each time.

And then he gave me what I needed, what I had been craving for God knows how long.

He swallowed me whole, pulling a gasp from me as he swirled his tongue around my length like a snake climbing a tree.

I let out a small moan, my hand resting on his head and he pulled up.

"That feel good?" He gripped my length and stroked me at a casual pace.

"Yeah," I breathed out, "Thank you."

"Anything for you," he smiled and kissed my abdomen.

I smiled back and he engulfed my length again. My head fell back and I brought my knees up, curling my toes and whimpering at the feel.

He hummed against my member and I sighed happily, lightly petting his head as it bobbed up and down.

He was so good to me and I could never thank him enough. He was my neighbor who saved me from jumping off the roof the night Kyo Sonn caught me with her fiancé.

"Fuck," I curled my fingers into his short hair and held him in place as I rocked my hips up into his mouth.

My tip poked the inside of his cheek and he didn't seem to mind that I had started chasing what I wanted.

"Joon!" I gasped and threw my head back, my thighs quivering as I climaxed.

He ran his hands across the shaking flesh and I quickly relaxed. He pulled off, swallowing all of my semen this time before he moved up to lay beside me and hold me.

I gripped his arm as if it were a life preserver and we were lost at sea. I wish me and him were the only people left alive, then I'd never have to worry about Park Jimin.

"I love you, Jungkook. I'm gonna marry you someday. We're gonna go to America and be free. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

"Thank you," I whispered and turned to my side to face him, "I love you too."

It wasn't a lie, I did love him. It just wasn't the same love he had for me.

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On June twenty seventh, Park Jimin personally delivered my Whore Check. I looked at him for the longest time, but he didn't complain like he used to.

"I have a boyfriend now," I whispered.

His brow furrowed and he stepped forward, "Who?"

"Kim Nam Joon. He's my neighbor. He saved me from you. I love him."

"Bullshit," Jimin grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hallway, "What about all the promises we made?
What about our plans?"

"You mean the promises you broke when you told another person you loved them? The plans you ruined by marrying another person?"

"Where did your voice go?" He asked, hands falling on my cheeks as he searched my eyes, "Why are you so quiet? Jungkook?"

I gently pushed him away and reached up to grip the choker I always wore around my neck. I unclasped it and let my hands fall to my sides.

The look on his face told me he saw the scar.

"Jungkook, what happened?"

"Attempt number three: a knife across the jugular was bound to work, but a concerned boyfriend found the victim and called the emergency services."

By now, I could recite my medical records and therapist's notes and background history as if it were my most favorite song.

"You...three?"

"Victim's vocal chords were damaged, but ability to communicate was not lost."

"Jungkook!" Suddenly Nam Joon was hugging me and kissing my temple.

I folded into him, bringing my hands up where he then pulled my choker from my fingers and adjusted it around my neck.

"Who are you?" He looked to Jimin and held me closer.

"Park Jimin," my old lover replied softly, still staring at me in shock.

"Please leave Park-ssi. I'm sorry, but Jungkook's not well today."

"O-Okay," Jimin's footsteps faltered as he turned away from me, "Bye Jungkookie."

Once he was gone, I looked up to Namjoon and smiled.

"Do you know him?" He asked, pushing my hair back from my ears.

"I used to," I nodded, handing him my check, "But we haven't talked in a long time."

"Who is he?" Joon read over the check and then turned to me, "Is this how you pay your rent?"

I nodded, "He's one of my old friend's dad's former coworkers. I met him once at my friend's house."

"Why is he paying you?" Joon wrapped his arm around my back.

"My old friend used to call it a Whore Check."

The next time I looked at him, everything seemed to click. He wrapped me in a hug and sighed.

And I wanted to tell him how I don't contact Jimin anymore, how I never mean to think about him. I wanted to tell him that Jimin always lied to me and used me, but I didn't know the whole truth myself.

Nowadays, when Joon's not around, I find myself wondering why Jimin comes around every so often. Does he pity me? Does he regret what he did to me? Did he actually love me all this time?

I'd never get the answer to these questions because I never needed to see Park Jimin again. Nothing good could come from us being together.

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August thirty first brought Park Jimin to my door once again. He handed me a bouquet of lilies and left.

September first we met again and this time he came inside. I was too weak to fight him, my strength having been drained earlier while I partook in a psychotic act in my bathtub. My wrists were bandaged as proof and I knew Jimin saw them when he forced his way in.

We sat on the couch in silence for the longest time, my body actually telling me to rest before he spoke.

"Did I do this to you?"

I nodded.

"Baby," he was on his knees in front of me now, kissing my thighs and gripping my hips, "I'm so sorry. Tell me how I can fix it."

I shook my head and he let out a broken sigh.

"Jungkook, please," he begged, "Please tell me what to do. Tell me how I can have you again. How can I hold you again, Jungkook?"

"You can't," I mumbled.

"Why not? Why, baby, tell me."

"No good."

"What's not good Jungkook?" He pulled my knees apart and crawled closer, cupping my cheeks.

"Us. No good. Not good."

Slowly, his gaze fell away from mine as he nodded, "O...Okay, I...I understand you...you don't love me anymore. I'm so sorry-"

"No," I breathed out, my eyes feeling heavier, "Love you...no good."

"What? Baby, I don't understand."

"Us," I managed to reach up and place my fingers against his lips, "Not good...together."

"Jungkook?! I'm here are you-"

Joon's voice stopped and I let my hand fall to my lap as my eyes shut.

"Why are you here?" Joon asked.

Jimin's heat left me and I knew he was trying to make a sly escape as he hurriedly apologized before I could no longer hear him.

"Jungkook, he didn't- Shit, babe! Jungkook can you hear me?! Baby?!" Joon smacked my cheek and I pulled my head up.

"Baby why?" He cried, picking me up and hurrying out the door with me.

I don't think he shut it, but I don't mind since I don't have much to steal.

"Baby, why would you do this?" He asked again.

"Joon," I managed to speak again and he sadly chuckled.

"Yeah, baby, it's me," he sniffed, "I'm gonna get you help okay? I promise you'll be alright, I'm here."

"Love you," I whispered, forcing myself to smile even if I had no strength.

"I love you too, Jungkook," he sniffled and I suddenly felt the cold autumn air against my face.

"We're gonna go to the hospital, okay? They'll help you alright?" The wind was gone and I heard a car door slam, but I was already falling asleep.

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My hand was warm and sweaty and I heard the beep of a familiar machine as I opened my eyes.

The light blinded me for a moment, but I looked over and found Namjoon sitting in a chair with his head resting beside my body.

I was in a hospital bed and he was holding my hand once again.

I pulled my other over to lay it in his hair, which was growing out now and the brown roots he had showed through the bleach.

He jolted at the contact and sat up before rubbing his nose and looking at me, "Baby," he breathed out.

"Please don't cry," I smiled, tracing his cheekbone.

He sniffled and looked away as he wiped his eyes then turned back to me, "They're sending you away this time, Jungkook. There's nothing I can do. I tried, but they said it's too risky for you now. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," I smiled, "I love you."

"I love you too," he pulled my hand to his lips and kissed my bony fingers, "So much, baby. I love you so much."

We stayed that way for a long time. I was actually smiling at him this time. I didn't have to fake it. I was genuinely happy to be given another chance. I told Jimin I still love him and hopefully he knows how to find me now.

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I was kept in the hospital for three days. On my last night, I stayed up, anxious about going to the ward.

Around two in the morning, my door opened quietly and someone dressed in all black stepped in.

I reached for Joon, who was passed out in the chair beside me, but then I recognized the build of this person's body.

They turned around and were surprised to see me awake. Yet still, Jimin pulled his face mask down and stepped over to me.

He towered over me as I reached up and gripped his shirt collar.

"How are you?" he whispered, cautious of my boyfriend who slept noisily beside us.

"I'm alive," I smiled.

"You are," he nodded then leaned down and kissed my forehead, "I'm so glad."

"Why are you here?"

"To see you," he smiled, "You scared me when you didn't answer and then he picked up and told me everything," Jimin gestured to Nam Joon, but I couldn't take my eyes off him.

"But why are you here? You've saw me lots of times."

"Because I love you and I was worried about you. Because I needed to see how you were doing, if your blood levels were okay."

"I'm fine," I smiled, "I'm going to an asylum tomorrow."

"What? No!" He gripped my cheeks and leaned down to peck my lips, "No, they can't...can I at least see you?"

"Not for a while," I shook my head, "Maybe in a few months. Only Nam Joon is allowed to visit me and that's still only once