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He’s lying on the soft, green grass as he looks up at the grey and cloudy sky with an unreadable expression plastered on his face. His eyes flutter as he feels a soft breeze pass by, dusting his cheeks with coldness and the colour of roses. A deep sigh escapes his mouth when he looks at the time. “Why? Why can’t time just freeze for a moment and let me be?” he thinks to himself.
He stood up and patted down the back of his jeans and starts to fold the large cloth that he was on. He shoves it in his tote bag and begins to walk away from the garden which he calls his sweet escape.
He receives a phone call and picks up,
“Hi Tae, how are you?” he says to the caller.
“Minie~ I’ve missed you so much, you don’t even know,”
“I can tell you’re pouting right now though,” he chuckles at the other.
“You know me so well, see you later baby chick,” Taehyung ends with delight.
“See you, Taetae.” And he pockets his phone as he begins to cross the street.
His best friend came over after having a long day at university. Despite both having the same age, Jimin actually graduated early for attending extra classes and receiving lots of extra credit. He’s now working as a guidance counsellor at a primary school.
Sometimes it boggles his best friend’s mind as to how he can pay for the things that he buys, but Tae just assumed that his parents must’ve raised his monthly allowance, not wanting to invade and question his best friend so much.
Standing up ever so carefully, as he tries not to wake his sound asleep friend on the couch whilst he removes himself.
He texted Yoongi, Tae’s boyfriend, that Taehyung will be spending the night, and the other’s boyfriend approves. He gently covered Tae’s body with a soft blanket for he doesn’t want him to be cold, and retreats to his room.
He locks his bedroom door and goes through his large walk-in closet. Lifting one pair of shoes from the top right corner of a rack, the false wall moved to the side.
A medium, pink and white themed room was revealed right after the wall was opened. He waited until it was completely shut before he went over his white desktop computer. Soon after typing in his password, a bunch of notifications flooded his screen.
“Hrmm, eighty-eight requests. Lucky me,” he sarcastically said.
He opened his priority e-mail first. This business e-mail was reserved to those who wanted a personal video and can pay $1, 000 and above.
Apparently, some rich daddies are desperate for vanilla masturbation videos rather than kinky ones. Every time he would open this e-mail he was already preparing himself for double penetration and the sorts.
He reads and accepts two requests; it read that he was already sent the provided toys his daddies wanted him to use.
Logging out of that account, he checked his ask box where he was sent what photos and mini videos his lovely viewers wanted to see more of.
He’s always been careful of the videos and photos that he posts. He makes sure to cover his moles with concealer before he records himself, and he turns off the audio in his public videos. He always made sure to put on a porn star facade whenever he would send personalised videos for his daddies; making sure his voice pitch was higher than usual, and all of that.
It’s not the best job in the world, however it does give him a good feeling whenever he films himself. He loves being filmed, and he loves the blissful feeling he gets when he orgasms. He loves the compliments and praises he gets when he’s streaming as well. But there’s one thing he looked forward to the most.
Every first week of the month, there’s this guy who would pay him $500 just to chat. That man could literally order Jimin around and make him do nasty things that he wanted, but no, he just wants to talk. During those talks, all they do is exchange words of what happened to their day, and how they’re both feeling. It feels like a friendship almost, except this man does watch his sexual videos sometimes and that he’s getting paid. But other than that, he feels like the weight on his shoulders have been lifted off for he has a “pen pal” that lets him ramble on about absolutely everything that’s bothering him.
Don’t get him wrong, Taehyung is a lovely best friend. He’d die for him. It’s not even a joke when they call each other soulmates because they’re really connected to each other. The other one’s happy when the other one’s happy and they both have a lot in common and they most definitely love each other very much.
But there’s something different when it comes to talking to this person. He gets to talk about his past that he doesn’t really talk to Tae about often because he doesn’t want him to worry. And he talks and whines about the other daddies online that make him do things that he most definitely should be asking more money for.
It feels like they know each other even though they only started having these online chats about 2 months before schools even started.
He’s showered with endearments by this man behind his screen, and although he doesn’t even know whether it’s a 40 year old man or anything like that, it warms his heart. He never really got any words of praises out of his mother and father’s mouths when he was younger, and so he guesses that maybe this is actually a good thing for him; doing something he enjoys and something he’s undoubtedly good at, and receiving kind words for it.
Sometimes it feels like he knows who that stranger is, but he just shrugs it off.
Little did he know, they’ve actually already conversed back when he was just starting his NSFW account. The man doesn’t utter a word of it though, not wanting to seem and sound creepy.
But he’s been eyeing the boy, and he knows a lot about him, for they actually went to the same high school together in the countryside.
Daddy: [delivered at 11:13 pm]
Goodnight, my angel
Jimin: [sent at 11:14 pm]
Goodnight daddy
Dream of me xx
“I most definitely will,” the raven haired man mutters to himself as he puts his phone down his nightstand, and turns off the lamp on his nightstand.
“I hope you do,” Jimin says as he hugs the phone close to his chest, and drifts off.