Light seeped through the thin curtains, pooling across the cheap motel sheet.
Seokjin blinked awake head heavy, muscles loose and lazy from the night before. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips until his hand reached out and met cold air.
He sat up, scanning the room. His clothes? Gone. No shoes by the door, no bag tossed on the chair. Just the faint scent of his perfume lingering like smoke.
Gone.
His tongue swiped across his lips, tasting the night again. Hewasn't like the others. Didn't cling, didn't ask for his number, didn't even leave a name. He couldn't remember the last time a man he bought had left first.
He chuckled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.
Clever one
But then, his eyes dropped to the creased pillow beside him, and something tightened in his gut. Not guilt. Not heartbreak.
Hunger.
There was something about that person. The way he had looked at him before pulling him in. Like he was the one taking what he wanted. Like he was the thrill for the other to experiment on, he felt used and he didn't realise that he was actually taken advantage of as a tool.
He liked that.
He lit a cigarette, staring at the ceiling, smoke curling in slow spirals.
He wasn't done with him.
And next time?
He won't let him leave first.
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