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Have you ever felt like your head nearly explodes, thanks to the unwelcomed life crisis that’s taking a turn fucking up your mind without a goddamn break? Well, Kim Taehyung is now experiencing it.
The first crisis arose when his brother’s homeroom teacher called him in the middle of his part-time job at a convenience store, informed him that “I’m sorry, Mr Kim. Beomgyu had seizures and passed out for almost an hour, we decided to bring him to the clinic nearby.” The call’s making him frown because Beomgyu was fine when he went to school this morning. He thought.
But to his confusion and surprise, the clinic had to transfer Beomgyu to the hospital. The one with more advanced equipment to be precise, because it turned out that his brother’s condition was worse than the clinic’s capability to treat and he needs a specialist and further assessment to found out the reason why he had not gained his consciousness yet.
He ended up sitting on a chair, in front of a middle-aged omega female doctor with a sad look that made him shifting uneasily on his seat, explaining to him that Beomgyu had a brain tumor.
A brain tumor. Hiding and continue its growth beneath his brother’s brain. It’s not terminal, it’s stage III, it’s still operable, but it’ll getting worse if they don’t treat it quickly. His brother will deteriorate in time until the tumor took him away completely. Life’s so cruel.
Taehyung sat still when he heard it. His eyes fluttering but lost their focus. Half of her explanation went in and out to his ears, failed to enter his brain because his mind couldn’t stop questioning, how could a werewolf descendant have a fucking brain tumor? It’s widely known knowledge that their species have had a good immune system since they were born. They heal faster than humans it makes them envy to the point where they’re trying to create something from their blood for curing any sickness. It’s the reason why there aren’t many doctors in the werewolf community. Because they rarely need them. They’re different from the human who’s more prone even to mere flu. Werewolves don’t get sick. In fact, Taehyung believed for so long that they can never get sick. It’s just...impossible.
“I know it sounds impossible, Mr Kim. But we believed that there’s at least a tiny percentage of us that are born with flaws. Bad immune system and mutation. It’s impossible that the whole population of species doesn’t bear flaws in their gene pool,” she explained calmly.
“And my brother is one of those tiny percentages?” Taehyung asks in a low voice. “Why? Why does it have to be him randomly?”
The doctor sighs, she couldn’t answer it. Doesn’t have the heart to do so. A flaw in the gene pool is complicated. And random. How could she say this to a devastated omega? So, she just offer him an empathetic smile. “Would you like to proceed? I will explain what we can do to slow down the growth, and even get rid of the tumor for good,”
At that, Taehyung lifted up his gaze with a hopeful expression.
Massive surgery might save his brother. They will crack open his small skull to take out the big reachable tumor. Then they will terminate the small ones with chemo. Countless of it. As many as it takes to make sure Beomgyu’s brain is clean. And hopefully, the damn cell won’t grow again for good. If this scenario succeeds, Beomgyu still has to take an immune booster for the rest of his life.
“The faster we get him treated, the better the result, the higher the chance for him to heal,” she continues.
“How much does the entire surgery and the treatment cost?” That’s the first thing he asked the doctor. Because he wanted to get his brother treated as soon as possible, but at the same time he realized that they didn’t have enough money to pay it. The fund left by their late parent is running thin. Taehyung had decided to spend 80% of it to secure Beomgyu’s education, and the rest to finish his own.
The doctor roughly calculated the amount of money he need to pay for the surgery, the intensive care treatment, along the medication for the therapy. For the surgery alone he’ll need roughly 39 million won for one session, while Beomgyu needs at least two, and one session of chemo will cost him roughly one million won. And that excludes the room service and daily medication.
His head spun. It’s expensive. Damn expensive. Even if he drew the share of his fund, it won’t be enough since the treatment itself have to be done regularly. Taehyung wanted to scream and grab his hair in frustration.
But he’s the kind of person who despises instability and he hates the feeling of being insecure and threatened by obstacles. The brown-haired omega doesn’t let himself brood, it doesn’t suit the situation. He needs to think fast to save his brother, to regain the stability of their life again, to take control of the situation. So, he began to use his mind to plan on how to get a huge amount of cash in a short time. Which landed him in the second crisis.
Taehyung quickly went to his brother’s room to check on him. The young omega meekly opens his eyes when he lands a lot of kisses on his head and tells him that he needs to go to Jimin’s place immediately. Beomgyu, head still pounding badly and half-conscious, only managed to hummed softly before his eyes fluttering close again.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Chim? I can’t take your boyfriend’s money!” Taehyung half shouting, refusing Jimin’s offering to pay Beomgyu’s medical bill with Yoongi’s money. He barged into Jimin’s apartment unannounced, pacing back and forth in his living room like a lunatic. His bergamot scent spike up. He’s pulling his hair in frustration, confusing the blonde omega.
“But that can help him fast, Tae. How do you earn money that much to cover the bill? You can always pay it later, in installment if you like, doesn’t matter how long. He’ll be more than understanding!” Jimin stubbornly convinces him to say yes.
“That’s exactly why I don’t want it. I’ll be indebted to you for god knows how fucking long!” The brown-haired rubs his face tiredly. Jimin doesn’t understand. He’s not really opposed to the idea of borrowing money to cover his monthly bill. To pay the groceries or electricity bill, he’s fine with that. But borrowing money twice the price of his parent’s medium-sized apartment? That’s another story.
“So, what are you gonna do, Tae?” Jimin asks, finally yielding, brows furrowing while his tiny hand gently pats Taehyung’s head.
Jimin couldn’t believe it at first when Taehyung told him about Beomgyu’s illness. The blonde himself was in the same state as his friend, at first denying the fact. Hardly comprehend how could a werewolf get sick this bad. But he’s quick to grasp the urgency behind Taehyung’s desperate state.
“I need to get it quickly and it has to be stable each month, weekly even, if I have to. My saving and my salary won’t pay the bill,” Taehyung said, he stares at the ceiling, helpless, oddly without tears rolling down on his cheek. He wanted to cry, really. Maybe Jimin’s jasmine scent calms him down a bit. But in fact, it’s the bitter fact of their condition, that he needs money ASAP or else his brother will get worse, was way a bigger crisis his mind’s trying to tackle down that day. There’s no time for brooding and crying.
“But where the fuck can I get it, Chim? Unless I’m whoring out my body every single day,” he said grimly.
Jimin sat in silence. Battling himself to tell Taehyung about the side job he hid this whole time. He really wants Taehyung to get the money he needs, but at the same time he doesn’t want Taehyung to get trapped in those business circles, he wanted Taehyung to has choices. But sadly, there are none. And judging by the sibling’s situation, Taehyung will likely get stuck on it for a long time. And he’ll risk himself in a risky work environment. But Beomgyu...
“Shit,” the blonde curses. He sighs to himself. Mustering his gut to spit it out. Well, since Taehyung really hates the idea of borrowing money from his boyfriend. “Actually it’s not a bad idea, but it is a bad idea at the same time,” he finally mutters.
Taehyung slowly turned his head. Confused. Waiting for him to explain.
“Do you remember the side job I used to do before I met Yoongi?”
The brown-haired nods meekly.
“I worked as rut partner for alphas,” the blonde said nervously.
Taehyung blinked, mouth parted. The second bomb he heard today, that was Jimin used to work as a rut partner escort, that’s a werewolf’s friendlier term for prostitute. Jimin? The sweet and caring Jimin was one? His best friend who’s smart and soon to be a nurse, selling out his body to be used by alpha in a rut for money?
“I didn’t do it constantly of course. I only open myself for rut booking when I’m really really running out of cash, I did it a couple of times in our second year, when I was always in dire need of new textbooks, you know how expensive those shits were,” he explained. True, the medical textbook is expensive as hell, the library doesn’t provide that much copy, and many times he needs books the library doesn’t provide. “The money is really good. Casual fuck money is good, but rut partner money is way better, because the clients will technically booked you out for three days straight, and it still counts per hour,”
Taehyung eyes widen and began to process the information, reluctant and eager at the same time. Reluctant because the thought of selling out his ass is degrading, but the money count made him eager.
“How much is it?”
“Two or three million won for full rut service, I only need three booking to secure two semesters. I stopped for a while and shift my service to casual fuck,”
Taehyung’s sure his eyes bulged out. That’s so much money. And it’s promising.
“Does Yoongi know about this?”
“It’s how I met him, Tae. He’s one of my clients before he courts me and I stopped for real,”
“So,” the brown-haired slowly shift his position. “How-how does it work?” He asks, curious.
“Well, I made an account in a dating app, but I put my service and my term of work on my profile. I log in and online when I open for book, I log out when I’m not. Easy. Many omegas in rut partner and casual escort service use this app,”
“Do you get, you know, that kind of alpha?” Taehyung carefully asks, he remembers how Jimin sometimes came up with bruises which the latter always excused it’s due to his reckless habit. He’s a bit scared. Most part of it is because he’s afraid for himself because he began to think that it’s not a bad idea after all, and he started to imagine himself working as a rut partner escort. And the weird thing is? He didn’t even think he would mind the risk. As long as he gets the money and Beomgyu gets the treatment he needs.
“Some times they like to get overly rough, some times you got a gentle one, some times you got a crazy one who gets obsessed with you,” the blonde said.
“How bad you ever got?”
“A tight choke, countless whipped with a paddle, an overdone grab on my hair,” Jimin needs to pause because Taehyung was now gaping his mouth in horror. “I gotta tell you it’s not all sweet and peaches. That’s why I shove them my limit for service, specifically for kinks, they have to be really honest about theirs, if they broke the agreement I hired enforcement to beat the shit out of them,”
“So, you put a limit on how far you’re willing to take their treatment,” the brown-haired stated. His imagination’s getting clearer, as his mind began to draw a strategic plan and counting the money he could get from that work.
After several minutes of pause and Jimin coming from the kitchen with two cans of beer in his hand. Taehyung was already set his mind to make the decision.
“I’ll do it,” he says in determination. He’ll do it. That’s the easiest, fastest way to get the money he needs. He knew he’ll sacrifice a lot. No more casual hang out with his friends on campus, no more happy random treat for him and his brother, no more lazying around to ditching class for strolling around in Han river with Baekhyun. His daily life will change. He might get beaten and fucked until he can’t even sit in comfort, but it’s nothing he can’t take. At this point of desperation, he’s even willing to sell one of his kidneys.
“Are you sure?” Jimin eyed him in concern. The blonde hated that his best friend was so quick to set his mind. “It’s dangerous, Tae. You’ll expose yourself to pervert and spoiled rich brat, you knew what they can do with their power,”
“Yeah, I can take a few beating. I’d prefer a beating and countless rough fucks than selling out my kidney,” he rubs his face in desperation.
“Fuck, don’t tell me you seriously think about that, Kim Taehyung,” Jimin’s voice stern. His jasmine scent went sour quickly. “Do you think I will let you?”
“I’m seriously thinking about that, Chim. That’s why you gotta help me to set my profile and teach me how to work safely, so I don’t have to sell my organ,” Taehyung threw his body on the backrest again. “You gotta help me how to pick a client. And maybe promote me for your, um...gentle clients?”
And that’s how Taehyung tackled his first two crises in a day.
Jimin created his profile on the dating app, discussing his limitation of kinks he’s willing to partake, and the payment for his service for a full rut phase. It’s not done smoothly without the two omegas arguing. Especially when Taehyung stated that he’s willing to open his service consecutively. This means once he’s done with one alpha, he’ll take another one without rest. Jimin raises his voice to protest, suggesting that he takes one alpha only in a week. But Taehyung argues back, with the same rising tone, that he needs the money urgently. They’re finally agreed that Taehyung will take one day to rest after one service before he opens the booking slot again. Taehyung even persuaded Jimin to become his pimp, sorting out client and offered him a fair share for his service which the latter strongly reject.
It’s also Jimin who suggested him to offer his first service to one of Yoongi’s best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Said that Yoongi told him that his best friend was about to enter his rut phase and in dire need of a partner. Turned out to be that said alpha was sick of taking partner randomly, always ended up with an over clingy omega, or an over sultry one who took the art of seduction way too serious, it’s borderline cringy. Said that Taehyung, being a virgin and inexperienced omega, will want his first time with a gentle and good alpha like Jeon Jungkook, whom Jimin sure that he can be trusted to take his virginity in the best way possible, and at the same time giving him the experience of servicing an alpha in a rut. Plus, ‘he is rich, Tae!’
So, that’s how Taehyung becomes a rut partner escort. Six days a week he would go out using his body for quick cash. Laid and bend naked on a bed, couch, table, or floor, and letting his clients fucked his wet ass and mouth in many positions, many times with their kinks. Sometimes he’s writhing in pain because most of them didn’t even care to prep him, but sometimes he’s involuntarily moaning in pleasure on his lucky day when he found a client who is generous enough to care about his pleasure.
The one-day break that he argued with Jimin turned out to be a huge benefit. Not only he can rest his body, but he had enough time to heal the bruise on his body. An alpha on rut with their territorial trait on a spike wouldn’t like to see his omega partner got a bad bruise that isn’t done by themselves. If their partner will bruised, it had to be from them.
He made Jimin keep this job a secret from his ill brother. The young omega’s free spirit was crushed enough by his illness. When they revealed it to him, he took it badly for he understood that they couldn’t afford that much money for his surgery and therapy. Beomgyu was crying a lot in weeks, labeled himself as a burden, because of his illness his brother need to take two semesters to break from college to work himself to death. While he couldn’t help that much.
The fact that Taehyung came home on his day off, still with a wide grin on his face and a delicious takeaway meal on his hand, weighing his heart even more. He asked the older many times—desperately—about his work. What kind of work required him to be away from home for days, but Taehyung just shuffle his hair and chuckles, asking him not to think about it too much, then promised him that everything will be alright. He’ll get his surgery soon, and that’s the only thing that matters for them both. The rest is not important.
Everything is fine, worked so well just like he planned.
But, just like every decision and act has its consequences. Taehyung must face his own eventually. Life is giving him another crisis in the seven months he started working as a rut partner escort. That life crisis is coming to him in a form of a thin plastic stick, with two red stripes on it, telling him that there’s a tiny seed of life’s growing in his belly.