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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      B.A.P
  Relationship:
      Bang_Yongguk/Choi_Junhong_|_Zelo
  Character:
      Bang_Yongguk, Choi_Junhong_|_Zelo, Kim_Himchan, Jung_Daehyun, Yoo
      Youngjae, Moon_Jongup, Do_Kyungsoo_|_D.O, Kim_Jongin_|_Kai, Oh_Sehun, Ahn
      Hyejin_|_Hwasa, Jung_Wheein, Kim_Yongsun_|_Solar, Moon_Byulyi_|_Moonbyul
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Angst, Smut, slight_BDSM, age_gap, Drug_Abuse, sex_with_a_minor,
      Dirty_Talk, Kinks
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-23 Updated: 2018-02-19 Chapters: 13/? Words: 21478
****** Le Noir ******
by lovelyairi
Summary
     Yongguk only wanted his brother to live a happy life
     To do so, he fell deep into prostitution
     And he purposely chooses to hide in the shadows
     But what happens when his brother walks through his door as a client?
***** Sing Me To Sleep [Prologue] *****
Yongguk snuggles further into his scarf as he trudges his way down the snowy
walkway, inwardly cursing at the appearance of snow despite it only being
barely mid October. The world was fucked that was for sure.
He carefully held onto the wad of cash he'd gained through his customers of the
past two weeks and entered the building. Yongguk made his way towards the long
line and took a deep breath as he waited.
Yongguk worked as a prostitute. And although it seems like something he was
forced into, he chose this path. He'd chosen this path at the age of 16 when he
decided to leave his brother in order to create a better life for him.
It was illegal at the time he knew that. But doing something secretly never
really hurt anyone. Yongguk had made sure his brother was safely adopted by a
worthy family and he'd packed up at left when his brother was 6 years old.
He made sure to tell the family that he'd be responsible for his brother's
education and allowance even though they had offered to help him out. Yongguk
refused and promised he'd send a reasonable amount of money to his brother
every two weeks.
Yongguk hadn't seen his brother in 12 years and at this point, he'd decided
that he probably wouldn't meet him ever. It'd be too hard to re create any kind
of bond they had years ago.
And Yongguk would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid.
He exits the bank after transferring the money and he sighs as he makes his way
back towards his workplace. He didn't have any work to do today, but his
apartment was nearby just in case they were short of staff.
Yongguk shivers as he rounds the corner and he avoids looking at the bright
neon signs that were turned off for now. He acted as though he didn't want to
be associated with that kind of place and it was true.
He shook his head and reached his small apartment building. Yongguk's gloved
hands shake as he unlocks his front door and he waddles inside, thankful for
the wave of warmth enveloping his body.
Yongguk removes his shoes and kicks them aside as he hangs up his coat, he then
removes his scarf and gloves before putting them in his coat pocket. He sighs
and throws himself onto the couch feeling absolutely exhausted.
Yongguk takes a deep breath and reminds himself that he continues living for
his brother.
 
Choi Junhong was adopted by the Moon family when he was 6 years old. According
to his adoptive parents, he had his mother's last name and he did indeed have
an older brother whom had his father's name.
Junhong had been wanting to contact his brother since he'd learned of his
existence at the age of 13 but he had no way of contacting him. Even his
adoptive parents had no clue where he was.
All Junhong knew was that every two weeks a sum of money appeared in his bank
account and he was extremely thankful as well as unbelievably guilty to his
mystery hyung.
"Hey Junhong," a peppery voice calls out to him as he's lounging around.
Junhong turns his head and sees Youngjae take a drag of his cigarette before
passing it to Jongup.
"What do you want to do for your 18th?" Youngjae asks as he exhales a pretty
ring of smoke, Junhong had no idea how he did that. They were all at Youngjae's
place, his parents were big CEO's or something and were never home.
"He's visiting his parent's as he does every year remember?" Jongup slurs and
drools while Youngjae laughs loudly at him. Junhong can't help but laugh as
well and he nods.
"Why do you want to do something before then?" Junhong questions as he throws a
tissue box at his step brother. Jongup doesn't manage to catch it but Youngjae
does. 
"I suggest we take a chance and live a little. We won't have anytime after your
birthday after all, so I suggest, a brothel!" Youngjae exclaims his excellent
plan and the looks on his friend's faces aren't too bright.
"Jongup-ah, we still have our fake ID's right? I'm going to need mine." Junhong
says with a smirk and Jongup rolls his eyes but he doesn't disagree. Youngjae
grins,
"Okay we're getting our boy laid!" Youngjae fist pumps into the air and Junhong
cackles at him as he pestures Jongup for the cigarette. He was all about sexual
establishments and he was only wondering what it'd be like to have a prostitute
in bed with him.
 
Sing Me To Sleep - Alan Walker
 
***** New York City *****
Junhong, Youngjae and Jongup all stood outside of the building with their hands
in their pockets and blank looks on their faces. Their eyes trained on the
flashing neon signs blaring at them almost violently,
"Not very subtle are they." Junhong points out flatly, it wasn't often that
brothels advertised themselves in conservative 'ol South Korea. Youngjae jutted
his bottom lip out and shrugged.
"They're very well known for what they do, popular place this one is." Youngjae
says as he takes a drag of his cigarette before tossing it onto the cold
ground, stomping it ungracefully with his foot.
"What exactly do they do here?" Jongup asks as they approached the doors, the
teens hold up their IDs one by one and neither of them are stopped. They stand
in the foyer, warming themselves up.
"The left side is exclusively for their prostitute/BDSM services. On the right
side down the stairs is the dance floor and bar, there's also rooms there for
people to do whatever they please, but all of the "fun" stuff is on the left
side." Youngjae explains as he gestures to each side.
"How do you know so much about this?" Jongup scoffs as he crosses his arms,
Youngjae looked like he got out the least between the three of them. Youngjae
shrugs and looks at Junhong.
"We've already booked you a session with the best worker in the brothel/club.
We only booked you a one night stand, since we don't think you're too into the
BDSM thing and I'm sure you want something up your ass tonight." Youngjae winks
and Junhong rolls his eyes.
"Thanks guys, seriously." he says in all honesty since he knows this sort of
establishment couldn't have been cheap. Youngjae and Jongup both grin at him
and they turn to the right,
"We'll be in the bar area so look for us after you're done. Remember to get out
of there if he seems like a creep alright?" Youngjae reminds him and Junhong
nods obediently. He watches as his friends leave before he steps up to the
counter.
"Name?" the woman asks without even lifting her head, Junhong looks over her
name with interest. Yongsun. He'd have to remember that if this brothel was
worth frequenting.
"Choi Junhong." he answers nonchalantly. Yongsun looks over her computer screen
and purses her pink tinted lips before she smiles politely at him, showing her
dimples.
"This way please, Mr. Bang will be with you momentarily." Yongsun informs him
as she walks him down a long hallway, lined with doors on each side. They reach
the door at the very end and for some reason Junhong feels nervous.
"Sit tight for a few moments, you should loosen up. Although, Mr. Bang knows
exactly what he's doing." she says to him playfully before closing the door
behind her.
Junhong stands around for a moment looking around the room. It seems like an
average bedroom to be very honest. The lighting was a little dimmer than usual
but there was a bed and a nightstand with a small lamp perched on top of it.
He wondered what the playrooms looked like.
 
"Yongguk oppa, you have a client waiting for you in Room 26." Yongsun chirps as
she peers into the staff dressing room. It was a joint room where the
prostitutes and performers got ready all the same.
"Alright, thank you Yongsun." Yongguk mumbles as he grabs an extra condom from
the basket near the doors that lead to the bedrooms. Yongsun hovers around for
a moment and crosses her arms.
"He's a first timer. And he's pretty, just your type." she says to him and
Yongguk raises an eyebrow. Well that would explain why he chose the bedroom
rather than the playroom he thought to himself.
"They requested you personally, so good luck in there. Don't make him scream
too loud, that room still needs some sound proofing done." Yongsun warns him
and Yongguk playfully rolls his eyes,
"Why give me that room then?" he sighs and picks up his eye mask. They're work
place was very keen on keeping their workers private, due to possible dangerous
fans.
"We only have 3 bedrooms and 2 are occupied. I thought you'd be doing BDSM
tonight, it's what you're known for." Yongsun pouts and for a moment Yongguk
wonders why she was working in a club, then he remembers their wild night weeks
ago and that image is gone.
"Okay okay, anything else you need to tell me?" he says hastefully when Kai and
Sehun attempt to practice their pole routines in the middle of the room.
Yongsun thinks for a moment and the two exit the dressing room.
"Do you have time for a drink later, oppa?" she grins and Yongguk smirks at
her. He then pokes her cheek and she laughs at him, playfully swatting his arms
away.
"I'm flattered Yongsun but we all know drinking with you is a nightmare."
Yongguk refuses and laughs in her high pitched dolphin tones before walking
back to the front desk.
Yongguk fits his mask over his eyes and runs his fingers through his gelled
hair, instantly regretting it. He scratches his leg through his leather pants
and curses his job for the nth time that night.
He approaches Room 26 and doesn't think much as he opens the door. It's been a
long time since he actually had sex with a client, since part of the BDSM rules
was that penetration was not included.
"You took awhile." a semi deep voice caught his attention and Yongguk lifted
his head. He met a pair of dark brown eyes and his stomach flipped inside out.
Yongguk stumbled back in surprise, closing the door behind him with a deafening
echo.
It'd been 12 years but he could recognize those features anywhere. Those
rounded cheeks were now slimmer but his dimple was there in the same place. His
hair was a bright blonde and his skin was as pale as it'd always been.
He looked aged, but he was still youthful. Yongguk had no doubts that the
person in front of him was his younger brother. He begins shaking his head and
his mind rattles a number of ways for him to escape.
"You know, for the "top prostitute" I thought you'd be much more aggressive."
the teen says with a huff as he eyes over the discomfort of the man. He raised
an eyebrow and stood up.
"My name is Junhong, I'd rather you be calling out my name while fucking me. I
suppose I stick to calling you Mr. Bang?" Junhong continues and Yongguk feels
the urge to vomit.
Meeting Junhong at work was the last thing he'd ever imagined. And the worst
thing was, Yongguk was absolutely positive that his younger brother wasn't old
enough to be here.
"Aren't you too young to be here?" Yongguk gruffs out instead his voice shaking
ever so slightly. Junhong seems aroused by his voice and he feels so sick, he
takes deep breaths.
"I had to get in here somehow don't you think? I may look young but I'm old
enough." Junhong lies as he crosses the room, advancing on the man. He took a
moment to look over the prostitutes body.
"Fuck you're so hot, it'd be nice if you were a little less tense though."
Junhong mumbled and it was clear he was confused at Yongguk's behaviour.
However before he could even think about laying a hand on his older brother,
Yongguk turned around.
"I'll talk with Yongsun and get you a different worker. I can't do this."
Yongguk sputters and he freezes when he feels Junhong's body pressed against
his back. Junhong takes hold of his hand that's on the doorknob,
"I don't think so Mr. Bang. You see, my friends paid good money for you to help
me celebrate my birthday and I'm quite attracted to you. So I'd like to get my
night's worth of service." Junhong breaths hotly into his ear and Yongguk
shivers upon discovering that he was his younger brother's birthday present.
"I could ruin your career with a bad review. Would you like that? Or would you
rather stick your hot rod up my ass? I think we'd both like that." Junhong
chuckles darkly as he runs his fingertips up and down the prostitutes clothed
torso.
"Look, Mr. Bang I don't want to force you into anything. But at the same time,
I feel like I only need to push a few buttons and you'll be all over me."
Junhong bites at Yongguk's silver stud.
"You're hard, I'm hard. So how about it? Let's Bang." Yongguk looks down at the
tent in his pants in utter horror and Junhong cups him firmly, causing a moan
to slip from his lips.
"That's it big boy, feel me. Fuck me." Junhong moans shamelessly as he ruts his
erect member against Yongguk's thigh. The prostitute grits his teeth and
switches their postions, slamming Junhong into the door as he connects their
lips.
Junhong hums in appreciation and he jumps up, wrapping his legs around
Yongguk's waist as he bumps their members against one another. Yongguk licks
his way into his brother's sweet cavern and he loses himself in lust to keep
his morals from stopping him.
The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he wouldn't have to see Junhong
anymore.
"Fuck Mr. Bang." Junhong whimpered as Yongguk captured his lips once more and
the prostitute tried to ignore the taste of cigarettes so evident on his
tongue. 
Yongguk carries them over towards the bed and they both fall onto the sheets,
Junhong immediately spreading his legs to accomodate the prostitute between his
thighs.
"Don't think about anything. Just think about me. You're mine for tonight."
Junhong says to him in a posessive tone and Yongguk wants to scream the truth
at him, but he can't. 
It'd ruin everything he'd worked so hard to create.
This was his little brother beneath him. The little brother that kept him
going. The little brother who used to cling onto him when he had nightmares
about their parents. 
The little brother he was defiling.
"Remove your clothes." Yongguk orders and Junhong obeys, sitting up so that he
could take off his sweater and t shirt, he throws it over to where he'd hung
his coat and he unbuckles his belt before eyeing Yongguk.
"Won't you take these off for me?" Junhong wiggles his hips cutely and Yongguk
tries not to sigh as he pulls off the black jeans in one go. He then removes
his own shirt but keeps his pants on, merely undoing them for easy access.
Yongguk takes a moment to look over his brother's beautiful naked body but
reminds himself that this was indeed his younger brother and he looks away.
Junhong on the other hand finds the prostitute absolutely alluring.
Yongguk reaches over to the nightside table and pulls out a bottle of lube
before tossing the condom packet he'd brought with him onto the mattress beside
Junhong's head. He could feel his consciousness slipping from him.
"Lift your hips for me." Yongguk says quietly and Junhong hooks his hands
behind his knees before exposing himself fully. The prostitute looks over his
twitching hole and smirks.
"Look at how you're twitching for me slut." Yongguk growls as he plants a smack
onto Junhong's left cheek, the teen howls in pain and nods desperately at the
comment.
"I'm ready for you to open me up. Please." he whines as he watches how Yongguk
deliberately takes his time coating his fingers. He then leans over Junhong,
burying his face into the crook of his neck as he nudges a finger inside
knuckle deep.
"Fuck Mr. Bang!" Junhong gasps at the feeling and Yongguk sucks dark spots onto
his pale neck, biting at his collar bone almost animalistically. Yongguk pushes
in another finger mercilessly and Junhong tenses up.
"I can't hear you slut. Louder." Yongguk demands and he knows he's gone.
Junhong moans as the prositute scissors his fingers roughly inside of him,
stretching him for something much greater.
"Mr. Bang!" Junhong cries out when Yongguk adds a third finger and stabs his
nails into his prostate. The teen lets go of one leg and he grips his weeping
cock, stroking it lazily.
"That's right baby, stroke yourself faster. Come from my fingers like the dirty
whore you are." Junhong absolutely loved the way that Yongguk was treating him,
and he loved being handled roughly.
"Ah Bang!" Junhong screams as he comes all over his chest. Yongguk continues
aiming at the teen's prostate as he laps up the teen's essence and he reaches
for the foil packet.
"I'm clean, so don't you dare use it. I want you to fill me up. So I can
remember how good you fuck me for days." Junhong pants as he grups the
prostitute's wrist. His eyes lidded and his face pink from his orgasm.
Yongguk knew that he could easily say he wasn't. But the idea of being inside
someone so tight, with no cover seemed so delicious. He went against his better
judgement and lubed up his cock.
"On your knees baby." Yongguk demanded and Junhong didn't hesitate to obey. He
perked his ass up and spread his own cheeks, readying himself for the
prostitute.
Yongguk hesitates as he prods his member against Junhong's puckered hole but
the teen isn't having it. He easily pushes himself back and impales himself on
Yongguk's dick.
"F-fuck yes! You're so big, wreck me Mr. Bang!" Junhong moans shamelessly and
Yongguk grips his hips before plunging deep inside of him. Junhong screams at
the pain and pleasure and Yongguk snaps his hips back and forth.
Junhong is mumbling nonsense as Yongguk fucks him into the mattress and he's
completely euphoric when the prostitutes cock finds his prostate. Junhong snaps
his head back instantly,
"Right there Mr. Bang!" Yongguk continues aiming for that same spot and he can
feel Junhong convulsing around him. He knows he won't last long and he's
relieved but his prostitutes pride is disappointed.
"I'm coming! Fuck Mr. Bang!" Junhong sobs as he grips onto the duvet and
Yongguk gasps as roughly slams himself into Junhong's body, watching as the
teen releases onto the duvet.
"Fuck Junhong!" Yongguk groans as he empties himself into his brother's body.
He pulls out his cock and continues pumping white onto Junhong's ass as they
both begin to calm down from their highs.
The heavy realization of what just occured between them fell on Yongguk and he
almost fell off of the bed. His eyes wide in complete fear and disgust as he
stared at anything but his brother.
"Wow, that was great. I can promise you Mr. Bang that I'll be back and you'll
be seeing me again soon." Junhong laughs as he wipes himself off with the clean
parts of the duvet and his legs shake as he dresses himself.
Yongguk tucks himself back in and puts on his shirt before he quietly helps the
teen get dressed. Junhong seems surprised at the treatment but he doesn't
refuse it. Yongguk is reminded of when he dressed Junhong when they were
younger.
Junhong looks at the prostitute as he finishes zipping up his jacket and he
turns to leave. Yongguk leaves the room without bothering to look back and
rushes towards the dressing room to grab his coat.
"Yongsun I'm taking the night off." Yongguk mutters as he passes by the front
desk, not listening to the confused calls of his name. He sprints back to his
apartment and reaches it in record time.
Yongguk speeds up the stairs and unlocks his apartment door before he throws
himself in the shower and scrubs his skin raw. He's hypervenilating and feels
light headed when he falls onto his bed and that night Yongguk cries himself to
sleep.
 
New York City - The Chainsmokers
***** On Echo *****
Cold winds seep beneath his thin jacket as he hikes his way up the boarded
pathway. Leaves coloured by Autumn get crushed underneath his heavy footsteps
and he makes a left turn at the large maple tree before he arrives at the twin
tombstones embedded on the high hill.
Yongguk eagerly rushes towards the graves as though he was a child waiting to
meet his parents after a long day at school but no, he was a 28 year old
prostitute whom just commited a great sin.
He slows down when he's a few feet away and Yongguk falls to his knees, his
body quivering as he stares at his hands grasping the material of his jeans on
his thighs. He can't find the heart to look at the graves.
"I know I won't be forgiven but I want to pray for forgiveness anyways."
Yongguk whispers into his clasped hands as he bows down, his forehead resting
against the cold grass covering the hard ground.
"Father, Mother, where did I go wrong? Should I have stayed with him?"
Yongguk's mind is running in circles and suddenly his valiant efforts to care
for his brother seemed absolutely useless.
His parents had left them when Junhong had only just turned 5 years old.
Yongguk had left him when he was 6, maybe that was why Junhong was the way he
was. He'd been left behind twice.
 "I know this isn't the life you wanted for us, I tried my best. I really did.
And I'll continue to try, I'll keep Junhong away from my lifestyle." Yongguk
whispers empty promises as the breeze whips him mercilessly.
"Junhong will be coming soon I believe, I must go Mom... Dad. I'll be back."
Yongguk kisses his fingertips and presses them against the frozen tombs. He
then pulls out a small present he'd had in his pocket and he placed it near the
pot of incense. 
Yongguk reached for one of the sticks of incense and straightened his back,
kneeling upright. He then lit the end of the stick with the lighter in his
pocket and he closed his eyes to pray before he wedged the stick into the ashes
lying in the pot.
"I'll be back." he says quietly as he stands. Yongguk knows he won't be
visiting anytime soon, not until he can feel safe enough to call himself their
son once again. 
 
Junhong gasps as he steps out of the train and he holds the bouquet of flowers
in his gloved hands. He knows they'll die within seconds of being in the cold
but he wanted his parents to enjoy them while they lasted.
He hurries along to familiar cemetery entrance and he prays and hopes that
maybe this year he'll run into his older brother. He only ever knew that his
brother visited before him and no matter how early he arrived, he'd never catch
a glimpse of anyone else.
Junhong shivers as he carefully makes his way up the pathway, his ass aching
and his thighs burning. Maybe getting laid by a prostitute wasn't the smartest
choice before his visit.
It'd been two days since he celebrated with the prostitute and his ass was
still in pain. He pouted at the thought then decided to clear his mind of such
dirty things since he was surrounded by the dead.
As he makes his way up he sees another man exiting from the field of graves on
his right and he raises an eyebrow at the stranger who has his face covered by
a scarf.
Junhong doesn't stare for long and he continues up towards his parents grave,
turning left and upward to climb the hill. As he approaches the graves he
notices a burning stick of incense and a small present.
He unconsciously drops the bouquet and he turns around frantically. Junhong's
eyes find the stranger down near the bottom of the hill and he breaks into a
sprint.
"Hyung!" he screams as loud as he can, and although he wants to run faster he
can't risk falling down a hill and breaking his body. It could have been his
imagination but the stranger's steps grow faster and he scans his card to enter
the train platform.
"Wait, hyung!" Junhong yells again but when the stranger disappears into the
train's doors he skids to a stop. He pants as he tries to level his breathing
and a sick feeling arises in his stomach.
"Maybe it wasn't hyung?" Or maybe he doesn't want to see you. Junhong shakes
his head at the latter thought and he decides to believe that maybe the person
was a stranger.
Dejected, he makes his way back up the pathway and back towards his parents.
Junhong bends down to pick up the bouquet of flowers and he sits down cross
legged on the cold ground.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drop these... I just thought maybe that it was
him." Junhong apologizes as he places the flowers down in front of him. He
smiles as he slowly dusts off the stones and he lets his fingers run over the
carved names.
"I wish you guys were here. It'd be nice, having a family. I love the Moon's
don't get me wrong, they've taken care of me so well but they're not the same."
Junhong cradles his knees against his chest and he sniffles.
"I wonder why hyung and I have different last names. Weren't you guys married?
If I meet him, will he tell me the truth about what happened to you guys? I
don't think it was a murder suicide." Junhong whispers the last part, his body
shuddering at the thought.
His memories of his childhood were sparse but they were happy. He could only
remember warmth in his childhood, warmth from his parents and warmth from his
older brother.
Junhong reaches for the present near the incense and he carefully unwraps it,
leaving the small card within for last. It's hard to do with gloves on but he
manages and when he opens it he sees a silver chain with a crown pendant.
He smiles at the choice and he knows it must've been expensive. Junhong removes
his gloves and puts on the necklace, the cold silver feels offensive against
his hot skin.
He put his gloves back on and finally looks at the card. Junhong skims over the
neat handwriting and he doesn't see any kind of number or address, just like
the previous years.
"Happy 18th birthday Junhong. I'm sorry and know that I'm proud of you -
Yongguk hyung." Junhong puts the card in his pocket and he feels sadness
welling up inside of him.
He so desperately wants to meet his hyung, there was nothing else he wanted.
Junhong pulls out the small note he'd kept in his own pocket and he placed it
under the pot of incense, he leaves a note every year.
"Yongguk hyung." he whispers and the name feels so foreign on his tongue. He
sighs and pulls a cigarette from the pack in his jacket pocket, lighting it up
in a heart beat and placing it against his lips.
Junhong loves the way the warmth heats up his insides and it makes him feel
giddy. He tilts his head and exhales the poison into the air, the smell of
incense and tobacco surrounding him as he remembers how hot a certain
prostitute felt inside of him.
 
On Echo - Mree
***** It's Cold *****
Yongguk entered the mall with a sigh and he could feel the heater blasting
against him as soon as he walked through the automatic doors. It was nearing
December however it wasn't nearly as cold.
Even today Yongguk was only dressed in a thin jacket over a t shirt and jeans.
He could already feel himself burning up and he was easily reminded that he
hated the heat.
He had agreed to meet up with Himchan and Daehyun today. They had been his
friends from before he dropped out of high school and thankfully they didn't
lose contact even though Yongguk tried to stray from them in shame.
Daehyun was the bartender at Babyz however and so the two were easily brought
back into his life. And although Himchan wished that things could have turned
out different for Yongguk, he also knew that the other was doing whatever he
could to survive in his own way.
He nimbly made his way through the mall and he tried to remember the way to the
food court. He'd been there multiple times but for some reason everytime he
went something new had been expanded or added and he got easily confused.
Yongguk stepped onto the descending escalator and he leaned on the railing with
a sigh. Last nights client had been overly clingy and he'd told Solar to stop
booking her with him but it was useless.
"Yongguk! Damn, rough night?" Himchan called out to him and Yongguk approached
with a small smile. He sat down beside Daehyun and the younger placed a cup of
tea in front of him.
"Clingy client. She pulled a knife on me last night, something about her
wanting me as her personal slave." Yongguk shivered at the memory. Daehyun
nodded along since he had the same shifts as Yongguk did.
"Shit, were the police involved? You're okay right?" Himchan asked in worry and
Yongguk quickly nodded, accepting the tea with a mutter of thanks before he
took a sip.
"Yongguk hyung used the emergency button. Each room is equipped with one, if
it's pressed the security are alerted. We don't bring in the cops unless it's
really serious. We have to keep things low you know." Daehyun responds as he
stirs around his frozen drink.
"The button's only been used 5 times since the club opened. Yongguk hyung used
it twice, I used it once." Himchan raised an eyebrow at the younger and Daehyun
smiled sheepishly.
"I was trying to reach for the sake we keep beneath the counter but I pressed
it by accident. Since then we keep no alcohol near the button." he laughed and
Yongguk joined in.
"You know Yongguk about your brother," Himchan begins and Yongguk immediately
shoots him a glare. They'd discussed the topic numerous times back when Yongguk
had decided to leave Junhong in the first place.
"I don't want to talk about him here." Yongguk said with a stern expression.
Daehyun was sending wary glances to Himchan because they both knew how
defensive Yongguk became about his brother.
"Yongguk he's already 18. Do you really want to avoid him when he's right there
waiting for you?" Himchan sighed in a frustrated tone. Yongguk gripped his
drink tightly, if anything he should be irritated not Himchan.
Yongguk doesn't bother answering and Himchan rolls his eyes before he begins
playing with his phone. At any other given time Yongguk would consider meeting
Junhong, but now that they've crossed the line. It was impossible.
Not another word is spoken between the three of them and Daehyun simply slurps
on his drink loudly as he looks around the mall like a lost kid. The sound of
Himchan's name being called catches their attention and the three look up from
the table.
"Himchan hyung, fancy meeting you here." a short looking male says to Himchan
and another is by his side. The pretty looking one by his side seems to
recognize Daehyun and he averts his eyes.
"Hey Jongup, this is Yongguk and Daehyun. Yongguk, Daehyun this is Jongup, his
older brother works with me, and beside him is Youngjae." Himchan introduces
them and they all kind of awkwardly nod at each other.
"Only you two? You're not with Junhong today?" the name makes Yongguk cough up
his tea and Daehyun pats his back in an instant. He reaches for the napkin
Himchan hands to him and avoids the weird looks from the teenagers.
"Junhong's in the washroom. We told him we'd meet him in the food court."
Youngjae explains and he fiddles with his fingers nervously. Yongguk shakes his
head and stands up.
"Sorry Himchan, I forgot I had to do something. I'll text you two later."
Yongguk blurts out and before Daehyun or Himchan can utter a single word he's
making his way towards the escalator.
Just as he does so a tall teenager exits the washroom and bumps into him.
Yongguk stumbles ever so slightly and as he raises his face to apologize he's
met with beautiful brown eyes.
"Do I know you?" Junhong mumbles as he stares at Yongguk's face. The elder
immediately turns his head and avoids his gaze, cursing his luck and he notices
Junhong wearing his birthday present.
"No I don't think so. Sorry." he apologizes quickly and heads up the escalator
leaving Junhong behind. Seeing him in broad daylight only reminded Yongguk just
how young he actually was and suddenly he feels disgusting all over again.
 
Yongguk returns to the comfort of his home with a headache and a nauseous
feeling in his stomach. He had work in about three hours and although he wanted
to skip for today it was holiday season.
The prices rose at Babyz which meant Yongguk could be making twice or even
three times as much as he usually would. He really wanted to take those extra
shifts so he could give Junhong some more spending money this Christmas.
Maybe he could spoil himself a little too.
Yongguk throws himself down on the stale couch and he grunts as he tries to
make himself comfortable. The cushion he bought long ago was now lumpy and flat
beneath his head and he wished it was soft and supple.
Soft and supple like Junhong's thighs maybe... Yongguk's eyes opened and he
felt his heart speeding up in shock. He closed his eyes and tried to think of
something else to distract him but the smooth feeling of Junhong's skin was
plaguing his mind.
Yongguk could easily remember Junhong's amateur dirty talk but his oddly
experienced grinding. Junhong was definitely no virgin and Yongguk felt upset
about it. He'd expected his brother to stay innocent till adulthood at least.
Unconsciously he snaked his hand into his jeans and he stroked his clothed
member, toes curling at the feeling. His mind trailed to Junhong's wide eyes
and he remembered how watery they became when Yongguk got rough with him.
He pulled his pants and briefs down till they were constricting his thighs and
he pumped his erect cock shamelessly. Junhong had been moaning for him so
loudly, and he had been so sensitive.
Yongguk bit his lower lip as a moan threatened to escape his own lips and he
thumbed his slit frantically wanting to find some kind of release. He could
still feel Junhong's heat surrounding him and he groaned.
His mind trained onto the memory of Junhong's face when he came, the way he
seemed to be lost in complete euphoria. His sweaty hair sticking to his moist
skin and the way he threw his head back as he screamed Yongguk's name.
"Junhong!" Yongguk gasped as he came onto his shirt. His hips thrusted upward
into nothing as he rode out his orgasm and he light pants escaped his lips as
he tried to calm down.
Yongguk let go of his limp cock and he felt like throwing up. He removed his
pants completely and stood up before making his way towards his bedroom. As he
entered his room he wiped himself clean with his used shirt before he tossed
his dirty clothing into the laundry basket.
He pulled out a clean pair of briefs from his drawer and slipped them on with a
shudder. Yongguk instantly covered his mouth and he ran to the washroom,
practically ripping open the mirror cabinet before he grabbed his cannabis.
Yongguk quickly rolled it like a professional and he pulled the lighter out
from underneath his antidepressants. Without thinking twice he light up the end
of the joint and inhaled deeply.
Yongguk didn't care that he had work later or that this would cause him to
relaspe. All he cared about was ridding himself of these disgusting urges even
if it was only for a little while.
 
It's Cold - Epik High Ft. Lee Hi
 
***** If I Believe You *****
As Yongguk arrived at BABYZ that evening for his shift he could already feel
exhaustion lining his bones. It probably wasn't a good idea to get high before
work but then again, who in the right mind would do his job sober?
He was slightly concerned about what Yongsun would say about his sudden leave
last time, he'd still had a few hours on the clock if he remembered correctly.
With a sigh he opened the steel doors.
"Yongguk oppa, Yongsun unnie wants to talk to you. She's in the dressing room
scolding Kai and Sehun." Byulyi offers from behind the counter, Yongguk sighs
and he leans forward.
"Can't you just forget you saw me? Then I can start my shift quietly and no one
will get into any trouble?" he pleads with his hands clasped and she looks at
him with blank eyes.
"Oppa, do you really want to avoid Yongsun unnie after the stunt you pulled?
She'll take Daehyun hostage if she has to." Byulyi says with a laugh and
Yongguk rolls his eyes, as if Byulyi would betray her girlfriend.
"Fine, do I have any appointments I should know about?" Yongguk says as he
scratches his head, Byulyi purses her lips and she skims down the screen.
Wheein appears from behind the counter and she flashes her dimple at the man.
"Yongsun unnie will fill you in. Go on oppa, stop stalling." she chirps and
Yongguk narrows his eyes, he swears all of the female employees are against
him. He walks down the narrow hallway and ignores the screams of pleasure he
hears from Room 10.
"Yongsun-ah, you wanted to see me?" Yongguk asks as he steps into the joint
dressing room. Inside he can see Kai and Sehun kneeling on the floor with their
arms hanging in the air.
"I told you two that you're not acrobats! The poles aren't safe to jump off
from, it's not even part of the standard routine." Yongsun huffs, resting her
hands on her hips as the two performers pout.
"But our routine gets so boring. We spin around, body roll, thrust and repeat!
And last time we tried throwing Wheein she fell off the stage." Kai reasons and
Yongsun rolls her eyes,
"Because you weren't supposed to throw her! Whatever, go talk over the routine
with her, we open in half an hour." Yongsun sighs and the two exchange a glance
before standing up.
Yongguk watches as Kai goes over to Kyungsoo who's one of the BDSM workers
along with Yongguk, the two are dating so Kyungsoo never used the bedrooms. He
was solely sworn to the playrooms.
"Yongguk oppa." Yongsun grits through her teeth as she turns to the man who had
been lost in his thoughts. Yongguk looks up at her and runs through his
prepared apology speech in his head.
"You know, thanks to your little stunt last time I had to get Suho to sub for
you. I didn't say anything till now because you were let go early last time due
to the knife incident... but it was very unprofessional oppa." Yongsun sighs
and Yongguk nods numbly.
"You know, if a client makes you uncomfortable you can leave. You're not
obligated to stay in there." she reminds him in a calmer tone and Yongguk nods
once more.
"The same client has booked you for a BDSM session, will you alright? It's okay
to refuse." Yongsun says to him and Yongguk's eyes widen. Junhong was
requesting for him again? So soon?
He lets his situation play within his head so that he can get a better
viewpoint. As wrong as it was for him to do such things to his little brother,
it'd make him feel worse if someone else were to touch him.
The other BDSM workers were Kyungsoo, Hwasa, Baekhyun and Chanyeol. Although
Hwasa was female so she'd be eliminated, Baekhyun and Chanyeol only took
clients together so they could feed their own exhibitionist kinks so that left
Kyungsoo.
Yongguk glanced over to the younger male who was currently kissing his
boyfriend. Kyungsoo may look cute and innocent but D.O was the definition of a
sadist in the bedroom, he wouldn't go easy on Junhong. And if Yongguk requested
him to it'd be strange.
"Yeah it's fine. I'll be okay. Keep Room 12 open for me please?" Yongguk
exhales shakily and Yongsun gives him a tight lipped smile, she nods and
fiddles with her fingers.
"Yeah it's perfectly okay. The session is at 10:30, you have an hour and a half
to yourself." she says to him and he nods in thanks. Yongsun then leaves the
room presumably to return to the counter and Yongguk sighs.
"I haven't seen you so restless before hyung. Is everything alright?"
Kyungsoo's smooth voice calls out to him and Yongguk sees that Kai is now gone
and that Kyungsoo is standing in front of him, clad in his signature black
leather.
"Yeah, things are okay. Thanks Kyungsoo." Yongguk feels his heart lighten when
he sees that heart shaped smile and Kyungsoo goes off to do whatever he does
before the brothel opens.
Yongguk exits the dressing room from the other doors and he's met with the
dance floor. He crosses in a hurry and sits down at the bar, smiling at Daehyun
who's washing his utensils.
"Need anything to start you off hyung?" Daehyun asks nonchalantly as he watches
Wheein laughing her ass off as Kai and Sehun try to get her in on some weird
routine of theirs.
"Just give me a shot of something strong." he murmurs quietly and he jumps when
he feels someone sitting beside him. He turns his head and sees Hwasa with
sweat lining her forehead and messy lipstick on her mouth.
"Get me whatever you're getting him Daehyun oppa." Hwasa requests and the
bartender nods as he pours another shot for the lady. Hwasa taps her
fingernails on the counter and she seems tired.
"That same business man?" Yongguk inquires as he downs his shot, sliding the
empty glass back to Daehyun for another one. Hwasa holds her glass up and
appraises the liquor.
"Yep, we only allow him to have early sessions because he pays well. Oppa, do
you have a bedroom appointment later?" Hwasa asks before she drinks the harsh
liquor, squinting as it burns her throat.
"Nope, BDSM." he replies and downs his second shot for the night. Daehyun then
removes the glass because he knows the elder will get carried away and will end
up being unable to perform his job.
"You're drinking before a BDSM session? Mr. Bang is famous for his BDSM." Hwasa
frowns and it's clear she doesn't understand why the man is drinking his nerves
away. 
"Things happen Hyejin-ah, who knows I might have a bedroom appointment
afterwards." he mumbles and even Daehyun raises an eyebrow at this. Hwasa
shrugs and looks back to the stage.
"No one books you for the bedroom. That's Suho's territory, occasionally
Baekhyun and Chanyeol oppa's if the client is that freaky." Hwasa states
bluntly and even Yongguk is aware of this.
"Hyejin, mind checking up on Wheein and the idiots up there? Make sure their
routine is safe or your best friend will end up flying off the stage again."
Daehyun says to her and she laughs loudly before she's marching to the stage.
"Yongguk hyung, if this client is affecting you like this it's best to cut them
off." Daehyun's voice is serious and Yongguk purposely avoids his eyes, Daehyun
had a way of looking at him that always made him want to break.
"Yongsun told you?" he whispered and Daehyun nodded, confirming the elder's
suspicions that he knew the client was the same as last time. Daehyun had been
discreet enough not to mention the client to Himchan but Yongguk knew he would
sooner or later.
"I've never seen you run out like that before. Not even when you first started.
One client won't ruin your reputation, you don't have to worry about your
brother's funds." Daehyun's words are so close yet so far away and Yongguk
commends the younger for being so observant.
"It's not that Daehyun, don't worry about me. I'll be okay. It's the client I'm
worried about." Yongguk says and before Daehyun can question him the doors open
and people come flooding in.
For another night of music, alcohol and sex.
 
Junhong returns to the brothel that night having called earlier to book an
appointment with the famed Mr. Bang. This time however, he decided to go with a
BDSM session, Youngjae had said he didn't know whether Junhong was into it but
it didn't hurt to try. 
He was generally not a very submissive guy but when he remembered the way Mr.
Bang dominated him last time it makes him excited and he's curious about the
man's abilities. He was quite hard to read and Junhong was interested.
"Welcome, name?" Junhong lifts his head as he enters and he recognizes Yongsun
from last time but another woman is asking him, she stands beside the other
woman and her name tag reads, Byulyi.
"Choi Junhong." he answers languidly and he lets his eyes wander over towards
the dance area, and he can swear he sees someone very familiar standing behind
the bar.
"Junhong-sshi? I'll escort you to Room 12, Mr. Bang is already waiting inside."
Byulyi calls out to him and Junhong whips his head back to look at her and he
can see the confusion on her face.
"I haven't had a BDSM session before, what should I expect?" Junhong mumbles
quietly as they enter the same hallway as last time, he glances at Room 26 and
his cheeks feel warm.
"Mr. Bang is aware it is your first session so he'll brief you. From experience
though, listen to what he says and don't talk back. He's very well versed in
punishment and he knows how to deprive you whilst giving pleasure." Byulyi
warns him as they reach the door.
"Will he hurt me?" he whispers and Byulyi turns to him in alarm, she gives him
a warm smile and shakes her head. She places a gentle hand on his arm and
squeezes reassuringly.
"Despite his demeanor he has a heart of gold. He'll take care of you." Byulyi
says softly and Junhong nods, suddenly feeling foolish for showing his true
emotions in front of a stranger.
Byulyi opens the door and lets Junhong step inside before she leaves, locking
the door for privacy reasons. Junhong takes a moment to look around the room
and he's surprised to see a normal room.
It wasn't much different from the bedroom aside from the fact that there was a
rack of different tools off to the side and the lighting in the room was a soft
pink tone, he then meets the eyes of the prostitute and his stomach flares up.
"I was expecting Fifty Shades of Grey or something." Junhong blurts out
unexpectedly and Mr. Bang raises an eyebrow in surprise, he can't help but let
out a small laugh.
"This room is for the first timers. The others rooms are even worse than that
movie. Now, I will tell you the rules so pay close attention. We'll begin soon
after." Mr. Bang states in a deep voice and it erupts goosebumps all over
Junhong's skin and he nods.
"First, you'll respond to me with words. You are to call me Sir however if
you're lost in pleasure I'll allow Mr. Bang to slip for a maximum of 3 times
and then I'll punish you." Junhong shifts on his feet and he nods before he
bites his lip.
"I understand, sir." he whispers loudly enough for Mr. Bang to hear and he
feels pleasure running through his body just from seeing the smile of approval
on the man's lips.
"To avoid punishment, simply obey my actions. I am the one in charge within
this room. Not you. If you disobey, I punish you. Spanking, dry orgasms, I am
to choose. If you voice your fears and worries I will take them into account."
Mr. Bang reassures him and Junhong swallows hard.
"Safe words are extremely important. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or
hurt stop me immediately. Red for when it's becoming unbearable and Black for
when you want me to stop, I will do so completely. Understand?" Junhong runs
the words over and over within his head.
"Yes I understand sir." he replies and Mr. Bang seems pleased, he motions for
Junhong to step closer and he does so, his knees shaking as he stops about two
steps away from the prostitute.
"Remove your clothing, leave your underwear on." Mr. Bang orders and Junhong
doesn't hesitate to remove himself of his clothes. He feels the cold air
embracing him and he shivers unconsciously.
Mr. Bang remains silent for moments that feel way too long as his dark eyes run
up and down Junhong's body. He can feel the heat of the prostitute's heavy gaze
on him and he feels so small.
"Pretty aren't you?" the man's gruff tone keeps Junhong's head down and he sees
Mr. Bang picking up a leather crop from the nightside table. Junhong feels the
flat end of the crop lightly tapping his chin and he looks up into the man's
eyes.
"Beautiful." he whispers and Junhong can see something behind those orbs, the
mask on his face may hide his identity but whilst looking into those eyes
Junhong swears he knows the man like the back of his hand.
"On the bed." Mr. Bang's orders are curt and Junhong follows the order
obediently, he'd rather do things right for his first experience. He lays
himself down on the soft mattress and the prostitute gestures for him to lie
down.
Junhong freezes when black covers his vision and he unconsciously grips onto
the duvet beneath him, his breath laboured as Mr. Bang secures the blind fold
around his head.
"Do you trust me Junhong?" the question comes suddenly and it feels like cold
water had been spilt all over him. He can feel his heart pounding but he knows
this is all part of the experience.
"Y-yes, yes I do." he answers with as much confidence as he can muster whilst
he's blindfolded and pretty much naked. A deep chuckle runs up and down his
spine and he feels rough fingetips dancing on his stomach.
"Excellent, now spread your legs for me baby boy."
 
If I Believe You - The 1975
***** Undo *****
"Now baby boy, let me ask you something." Junhong shivers under the deepened
tone of the man's voice, wrapping around his bare skin like velvet. He
unconsciously licked his lips and wondered how he should respond.
"Yes sir." he says with shaky lips and he feels heat running through his limbs
when Mr. Bang laughs lowly. He feels his cheeks reddening and he's so
embarrassed, his thighs tremble before they begin to close and Junhong whimpers
when what feel like a leather crop keeps them spread.
"Did I say you could close your legs baby boy?" Mr. Bang questions darkly and
Junhong shakes his head. He cries out when the leather crop snaps against his
inner thigh and he feels the fiery sensation lull into a dull ache.
"Use your words Junhong." he can tell Mr. Bang let go of his character, warning
him of the rules he'd been told beforehand. He bites his lip and blinks under
the blindfold.
"N-no." he gasps his answer to the previous question and Junhong heart stops
when the crop comes down on his thigh once more, cracking as it hits his skin.
He writhes in pain and he can hear Mr. Bang sighing.
"No what?" Junhong feels tears building up in his eyes and he wasn't even aware
of when they started to form. He blinks them away and tries not to move when he
feels the crop running along his abdomen, another hit to his rib sends him
keening.
"No sir!" he yells and Mr. Bang seems pleased at this. Junhong's heart beats in
his chest and he doesn't like this. He doesn't like it at all. He shakes his
head and fears the cold leather touching his skin, he flinches when he feels it
rise and he rips off his blindfold,
"Black, BLACK!" Junhong screams and he holds his hands up in defense, he looks
at Mr. Bang's bewildered expression through his blurry vision and the man drops
the crop immediately.
"Junhong..." Mr. Bang's gentle tone is back and he kicks aside the leather crop
before carefully approaching, Junhong backs away on instinct and he can see the
hurt expression in the man's eyes.
"I won't hurt you. It's okay, here put on your clothes and go home." his
clothes are tossed to him from a distance and Junhong's heart races as he
touches his inner thigh, wincing at the tender skin.
"I-I'm sorry." Junhong sniffles as he wipes his tears with the back of his
hand. He never thought he'd be so afraid of it, it wasn't as though he was
scared of Mr. Bang. He just didn't like being treated so low, like he didn't
mean anything.
"No Junhong, I'm sorry. I-I'll call Yongsun to come tend to you." Mr. Bang
mutters before he practically runs out of the room. Junhong holds himself to
stop the trembling and he sighs.
 
When Junhong steps through the front door he's met with Jongup and Himchan
cuddled up on the couch. He simply waves at the couple and removes his shoes.
His and Jongup's parents are currently in Japan so it wasn't strange to see
that Himchan was spending a lot of time with them.
"Hey Jun, you went back to the club?" Jongup asks nonchalantly as he stares at
whatever the two are watching on his tablet. Junhong hums in response and he
doesn't bother hiding it.
"Which club? Junhong you go clubbing now?" Himchan said with a smile and the
younger rolled his eyes playfully before he slowly takes off his jacket,
hanging it up on the small hook stand by the door.
"Babyz, same one we booked him a session at." Jongup answered as he looked up
at Junhong, he noticed his friend didn't looked fucked but more so ruffled up.
He'll ask him about it later.
"Babyz? My friends work there." Himchan states and he snuggles deeper into
Jongup's shoulder, Junhong frowns at the sight since it looks really
uncomfortable but he shrugs.
"So do you happen to know who Mr. Bang is?" Junhong can't help but ask and
Himchan purses his lips. He seems to question whether or not he should say
anything and in the end he shakes his head.
"He doesn't want to risk letting clients knowing who he is. Sorry Jun." Himchan
apologizes and Junhong can only pout but he nods, it was only right of him to
respect his friends wishes after all.
"Well I'm going to shower then head to bed, goodnight." Junhong yawns and he
doesn't bother listen to the half hearted wishes of sweet dreams. He enters the
washroom and does a really quick rinse, his eyes warily looking over the small
red patches on his skin.
Junhong quickly steps out of the shower and he dries himself off before
wrapping a towel loosely around his waist. He enters his room and pulls on a
pair of briefs before throwing himself into bed.
The room was slightly lit by the dull lighting in the living room and it made
Junhong feel safe. Ever since he was adopted, he never slept with his door
closed. He'd been doing it since he was a child and he wasn't exactly sure why
but he knew it made him feel better.
"Jongup-ah, you know how I told you about my friend?" Junhong hears Himchan's
voice speaking hushed in the living room, he knows he shouldn't eavesdrop but
Jongup should know better than anyone how he sleeps with the door open.
"The one with the brother?" Jongup replies and Junhong's eyes open. He stares
at the hallway that leads to the staircase, he holds his breath and knows he
can't help but listen now.
"Yeah... I'm worried about him. He works so hard to provide for his brother and
he won't even try meeting him." Junhong's heart beat quickens and he hangs onto
every word.
"You think he's scared right?" he can hear Himchan making a noise of agreement
and Junhong listens as the leather on the couch squeaks as one of them adjusts
their seating.
"It's been so long. He's been avoiding his brother since he decided to leave. I
think he's scared of facing him. I'm worried for him though, at this point they
might never meet. And what about his brother?" Junhong sits up and his jaw
drops.
Himchan might know his Yongguk hyung.
 
After being told he has no more schedules for the night, Yongguk was sitting at
the bar. The night was ending and the party was lively, Daehyun was cleaning up
the bar for the night. He liked to start cleaning early, so he only handed out
beers.
They both watch with wide smiles and clapping hands as Wheein, Sehun and Kai
finish up their performance. The club was closing in half an hour and they were
doing their best to impress, the tips were more generous at the end.
Wheein spins and Kai catches her before Sehun leans on her other side, the
three grind together and they pose at the end. Whistles and applauses are heard
from all around and Wheein bursts into her dimple grin when bills and coins are
thrown on stage.
"Thank you! Everyone get home safely and we'll see you all tomorrow!" Yongsun
states over the speakers and the clients all leave respectively for once.
Yongguk sighs in relief because they won't be needing security to remove any
drunken customers.
"Okay let's clean up and head home." Yongsun says with a clap and the workers
all agree. Yongguk notices Baekhyun and Chanyeol are nowhere to be seen and he
sighs,
"I'm not cleaning up any of the rooms. One of you guys can find Baekhyun and
Chanyeol." he says and he's not even shocked when Wheein and Hwasa jump at the
opportunity. Perverts those two were.
"Yongguk hyung, mind if I stay over tonight?" Daehyun asks as he wipes the
counter down. Yongguk grabs a broom from Sehun and he passes it to Kyungsoo who
whips Kai with it.
"Sure." Yongguk answers without hesitation. He bites his lip and focuses on
cleaning, he doesn't want to think about Junhong. He doesn't want to think
about how he was the one who caused so much fear in his younger brother.
No one's used the safeword Black before. Red had been the warning but they'd
always pull through, Junhong however...
"Oppa, clean. We're all tired hmm?" Byulyi whispers and pats his back when she
notices his hands have stopped. Yongguk mumbles an apology and she smiles at
him before continuing to mop the dance floor.
Cleaning doesn't take them very long since there were 11 people cleaning a not
so big space. The rooms required more work however, cleaning the equipment and
changing the sheets to beds was always a pain.
At precisely 2:45am, they were all waiting outside the front door for Yongsun
to lock up. Yongguk and Daehyun stood close together, huddled like everyone
else because the autumn night was cold.
"I'll see you all tomorrow at brunch hmm? I know Sunday is the day off but I'd
like to celebrate." Yongsun says excitedly and they all nod before waving
goodbye to one another. Making their way to their respective cars or homes.
Daehyun follows Yongguk closely, waddling behind him like a duckling following
it's mom. They arrive at Yongguk's apartment fairly quickly and as soon as
they're inside Yongguk goes for his weed.
"You know hyung, you can always talk to me or Himchan hyung. We don't mind the
weed but if we see it's getting out of hand we will stop you." Daehyun narrows
his eyes as Yongguk rolls a joint.
"I don't use it often... It's just..." Yongguk shakes his head and he shields
his watering eyes from his friend's concerned stare. He lights the joint by the
window and he opens it.
"I'm doing something so wrong." he sounds scared. Daehyun can tell. It wasn't
knew for Yongguk to be vague about his problems, especially as of late. He was
hiding something and they were trying to hard not to intervene.
Daehyun watches as Yongguk finishes off his joint before smushing the remainder
in an ashtray on the window sill. Yongguk exhales the last of the smoke and he
stumbles to stand.
"C'mon, let's get you to bed." Daehyun sighs and wrinkles his nose at the smell
coming off of Yongguk. The elder doesn't complain, simply letting himself be
dragged off while he's still high.
"I hurt him Daehyun. I hurt him." Yongguk sputters and he sounds like he wants
to cry but can't. Daehyun doesn't answer and he removes Yongguk's outer
clothing, leaving him in his boxers and wifebeater before pushing him onto the
bed.
Yongguk falls lifelessly and he doesn't try to move, his dilated pupils darting
around the room. Daehyun pulls the covers over the elder and he feels his heart
hurting when Yongguk begins to cry.
"Hyung... we're here for you to rely on. When will you see that?"
 
Undo - The 1975
 
***** Catch Me When I Fall *****
Numerous voices and murmurs roused him from his slumber and he groaned at the
revelation that he was indeed awake. When he opens his eyes he sees numerous
familiar faces looking down at him and he groans before turning on his side.
"Yah, you know if Daehyun here didn't let us in you'd still be sleeping. We
have a brunch meeting in an hour you sloth!" Yongsun exclaimed as she
ungracefully nudged Yongguk's duvet clad body with her foot. The elder turned
to glare at her and saw Kyungsoo, Kai, and Byulyi watching him with amusement.
"Where is Daehyun anyways?" Yongguk mutters as he sits up, scratching his head
lazily. He doesn't bother hiding his bare chest from his coworkers, he'd pretty
much engaged in some kind of sexual activity with every worker to be honest.
"Over here hyung, I didn't bring any clothes so I'm borrowing some of yours."
Daehyun's voice is muffled as he sticks his body into Yongguk's closet and the
elder wonders why he has to shove himself in there.
"So umm, what're you all doing here? Brunch is at 1pm no?" Yongguk asks the
pair of couples staring at him. Kai and Kyungsoo are dressed casually, in their
jackets, t shirts and jeans while Yongsun is more classy in her blouse and
skirt, Byulyi dressed like the other two to be honest.
"Well, we knew you two would be late so we decided to drop by. The others will
meet us there." Kyungsoo says in a low tone and he scrunches his nose from the
smell of stale weed and sleep.
"We'll wait in the living room as you freshen up." Kai says before ushering
everyone out of the room, Yongguk sighs and he stands up, wavering ever so
slightly. He doesn't miss the worried expression on Daehyun's face.
"Don't think I've forgotten what you said last night hyung. We will intervene
if it gets too serious. We're not going to let you destroy yourself." Daehyun's
voice is hard but his tone is laced with concern. Yongguk shakes his head and
goes to the washroom, hoping that washing his face will rid him of his
headache.
 
"Come come let's go, we'll be late otherwise." Yongsun sing songs as she skips
ahead and the others follow her. As much as they'd like to act like they didn't
know her, she was the manager and honestly she was the brightest worker in the
brothel.
"Like Sehun and Wheein are going to show up on time." Daehyun rolls his eyes
and Kai snickers at the comment. The place of choice was none other than a
western style breakfast place called Sunset Grill, they served breakfast until
5pm it seemed.
"Hyejin already told me they're waiting inside, who knew getting a table for 12
was so hard." Yongsun replies and she laughs in her high pitched dolphin tones.
Yongguk smiles as well and they enter the establishment.
He glances around and sees some foreigners, the smell of eggs and orange juice
is pungent to his nose and his stomach flips at the strong scent of cheddar
cheese. He didn't eat western often but he wasn't against it.
They spotted Sehun, Suho, Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Hwasa and Wheein occupying a good
edge of the place. Hwasa waved them over and they crossed the floor, settling
in at the joined tables. Yongguk took a place in between Kyungsoo and Hwasa,
across from him was Sehun.
"I just wanted to have a little get together because our profit this week has
increased 40% compared to last week! I know it's our busy season since the
holidays are coming but December will be even busier so let's enjoy the rest of
November!" Yongsun grins as the napkins and menus are passed out.
Yongguk knows it's just an excuse to celebrate but he doesn't hate it. He
carefully looks around the table and he smiles at the way they all look so
normal. To anyone else they just seemed like a group of young adults or maybe
even college students.
No one would assume they worked in a brothel.
The people he'd met at BABYZ were honestly the most genuine and supportive
people he'd ever had the honour of knowing. Whenever he needed any kind of help
he could rely on anyone sitting at this table. He'd trust them with his life
really, they all looked after one another.
Yongguk came back to reality when he noticed the menus being collected and he
blinked in confusion. Suho noticed his perplexed expression and laughed at him
in a non ill manner.
"Daehyun ordered for you hyung, you were lost in your thoughts anyway, what's
on your mind?" Suho asks and Yongguk isn't sure what to say, he shrugs and
leans back into the booth.
"I know our profits have gone up but I hope you're making enough for your
brother." Wheein's tone was sincere as she leaned on the table to look at the
eldest, the workers were all aware of the numerous times he'd asked for an
early paycheck. Maybe if he didn't buy so much weed he'd be making more.
"Isn't oppa the one who makes the most though?" Hwasa's red lips pull into a
smirk as she sips on her water and Kyungsoo shows off his signature heart
shaped grin,
"Actually, Daehyun does." he points out and Daehyun acts offended. The table
lulls into soft laughter but the atmosphere grows solemn once more, Kyungsoo
fixes his posture to speak once more and Kai gently rubs his knee beneath the
table.
"Hyung, if you ever need any help with anything know that you can rely on us
okay? " he says seriously and Yongguk's heart feels warm when he sees the other
workers nodding, even the forever nonchalant Sehun.
"Thank you, I've saved up enough for him to easily start post secondary so we
should be fine. He'll have to work but that's life." Yongguk replies and the
conversation moves on to Baekhyun and Chanyeol talking about a wild client they
had last night.
Yongguk feels the nagging guily eating at his insides whenever he thinks about
his younger brother but he tries his best to ignore it. For now he can only be
thankful with the life he has, it may not be ideal, but it's his.
 
Catch Me When I Fall - Luhan
***** Talk Me Down *****
As the night comes down upon them, the house falls into slumber, except for
Junhong who remains awake long enough to make sure he'll be able to do as he
pleases when no one can watch him.
As far as he's concerned, Himchan and Jongup fell asleep in the living room
considering the two never came upstairs. Junhong leaves his room with his socks
on since he doesn't want the floor to creak too much with the friction of his
sweaty soles.
He turns left into Jongup's room and is pleased to see no one there, although
there is a mass of missing pillows and blankets from the bed. Junhong peers
through the dark and he sees what he had been looking for.
Himchan's phone.
The elder was always careless with it especially when he came to hang out with
Jongup, he'd leave the device forgotten behind as he devotes all of his
attention to the younger. Junhong found it sweet and he was thankful they were
that interested in each other.
With his guilty conscious gnawing deep in the back of his head he picks up the
elder's phone and types in Jongup's birthday. Thankfully he's easily let in and
he has to remind Himchan to change his password, in a non obvious way of
course.
Junhong checks Himchan's contact list since going through his messages would be
an evasion of privacy... more than it already is. He sees a contact called
Bbang and he decides to give that person a call.
He copies down the number on his own phone before he clears the running apps
and returns Himchan's phone to where it was before. Junhong then slips out of
the room and re-enters his own, leaving the door halfway closed since it'd be
suspicious if he had it closed at night.
Without paying much attention to the time he wastes no time in dialling the
number. Mr. Bang had late shifts anyways right? If this was him that is... god
Junhong was hoping it was.
"Hello?" a low timbre of a voice answered and Junhong's heart jumped. His eyes
widened dramatically and he felt a sudden rush of emotion, he ignored his
nagging conscious and bit his lip.
"Mr. Bang?" he whispers fearing that if he raises his voice any further the man
on the line would disappear. Junhong doesn't know why he's trying to get in
contact with a BDSM worker he'd interacted with once or twice. 
"How did you get this number? Look, I don't know who you're looking for but-"
"Wait please don't hang up! It's Junhong." he blurts out then he remembers that
Himchan and Jongup are sleeping downstairs to he covers his mouth
instinctively. Mr. Bang seems to contemplate this for a moment and silence
washes over them.
"Junhong? I really shouldn't be speaking with clients outside of work..." the
man seems to hesitate and Junhong reaches for his pack of cigarettes he keeps
stuffed in his sock drawer, he needs some kind of comfort.
"Please, I just need someone to talk to." Junhong all but whimpers, he honestly
feels so helpless. What part of him believed that speaking with a prostitute
over his trusted friends was a good idea? What did this man know about him
other than how his body felt?
"I'll listen. So talk." the response is curt and almost reluctant but Junhong
smiles nontheless, tossing the cigarette pack to the side as he snuggles in his
duvet comfortably. He starts with a sigh and wiggles his toes.
"You see... when I was younger, my parents died in an accident. I lived with my
older brother for some time but then he left me behind. I was adopted by a kind
family and my brother sends me monthly allowance." he leans on his side and
closes his eyes.
"Lately it feels like he's so close by. He's been avoiding me since he left, I
haven't met him at all. So I wonder, is he doing okay? Does he not want to see
me? Why not? I'm sorry it's late and my mind is so scattered." he apologizes.
"No... it's alright. Go on Junhong." the deep tone of the man's voice feels
like velvet in his ears, it soothes him unbelievably and it scares him to no
end. Why did this man have such an effect on him?
The wind blows a cool current into the room and Junhong glances out the open
window, despite it being near December he couldn't close the window just yet.
The breeze kept him comfortable at night and he loved how the white curtains
looked as they glowed beneath the moonlight.
"A friend of my stepbrother's says that he has a friend with the same problem
as what I figure my brother would be going through. It got me thinking, is he
closer than I thought? But what if I try and find him and he doesn't want me
around? So many years have passed." his voice lingers off and he decides to
stop talking.
"I think you should try and think about it from your brother's point of view.
If he's still sending you money then he still cares about you. Maybe he's just
working too hard or he's afraid of how he should face you after all of these
years. I'm sure he has his reasons so just try and understand him alright?"
Bang says quietly and Junhong almost misinterprets half of what he says because
of how deep his voice is.
"Bang? Is it alright if I call you sometimes?" Junhong asks, he knows he's
stepping across the line. Mr. Bang had a life and a persona that he was clearly
keen on keeping private. Would he show Junhong his real self if he could?
"... sure Junhong."
 
Talk Me Down - Troye Sivan
***** Medicine *****
Yongguk stuffs his hands in the large pockets of his long coat as he makes his
way towards the main street. The distance to his destination isn't drastic
enough to waste money on a cab but it was enough to dress warmly for,
especially since the weather was growing colder as the last days of November
carried themselves out.
It was another free day of his since Yongsun usually gave them all the few days
before the dreaded busy season of December to rest and have some time for
themselves. The club would be open throughout Christmas and New Years so they
really had to spend their free time wisely.
He was currently on his way to Kyungsoo and Kai's house. They had stated that
they were hosting a little get together and Yongguk would never refuse the
glory of enjoying Kyungsoo's homemade food, the man was a wizard in the
kitchen.
The last time he'd gone to the couple's house on his own he was nearly coaxed
into a threesome, not that he would mind but he wasn't sure whether he'd be
able to satisfy the both of them, and Kyungsoo was more of a dominant anyways
so it'd be difficult to work out.
He feels a buzz in his pocket and he assumes it's Kyungsoo asking where he is,
since Kai usually loses his phone. However, he doesn't bother replying because
the apartment is in view and Yongguk was in no mood for frost bite tonight.
With quiet footsteps he crosses the dampened parking lot and glances at the
dead leaves glued to the cars parked out front, he approaches the warm doorway
and presses the buzzer for the couple's apartment.
After a moment he's allowed upstairs and he proceeds to the staircase because
elevators scare him. Thankfully Kyungsoo and Kai live on the 5th floor so it
wasn't that much of a climb and he needed to warm up anyways.
He exits the stairwell and wipes his shoes on the carpet lined hallways before
entering and his phone begins to go off from the numerous notifications now
that he's connected to the WiFi. Yongguk knocks on the door and it opens within
seconds.
"Hey hyung, come on in." Kyungsoo greets him with his hair comfortable on his
forehead, glasses on his nose, an apron around his torso and a dirty spatula in
hand. Yongguk removes his shoes and locks the door behind him.
"Jongin stop being lazy and come greet our guest." Kyungsoo scolds his
boyfriend who's laying on the ground with his nose against a puppy's, Yongguk
scoffs in amusement and stands in the doorway for a moment.
"He can see me love. Hey hyung, how are you?" Kai waves happily and he sits up
to make the puppy wave at him too. Yongguk takes a seat on the couch behind Kai
and tries not to kick him by accident.
"I'm fine, how are you two?" he asks and looks at Kyungsoo's backside as the
younger stirs whatever he's cooking. Judging by the smell it's his usual kimchi
spaghetti recipe and possibly a soup?
"It's been nice having time off. Hyejin and Wheein are on their way actually."
Kyungsoo replies and he ladles a small sample into a dish before he tastes it,
smacking his lips with a smile.
"Have you been doing anything with your free time hyung?" Kai asks when Monggu
the puppy finally gets released from his clutches, he sits on a cushion on the
floor and looks up at the elder.
"Not really no. I'm just going to borrow the balcony for a smoke, before the
other two get here." Yongguk scratches his head and walks to the hallway but
once he begins to remove the bag from his pocket which is set up with his
joints and lighter he feels a hand tap his shoulder.
"No weed hyung, Daehyunnie gives you his regards." Kyungsoo's smile is smug as
he holds out his hand and Yongguk rolls his eyes before handing it to the
younger, they return to the living room area where Kai is letting in Hwasa and
Wheein.
"Why the long face Yongguk oppa?" Wheein has a grin on her lips and she's
clearly seen the weed that Kyungsoo had already confiscated, he rolls his eyes
and sits down on the couch while Kai shoves him over to make room.
"Are all of you in on this? Daehyun's so extra for god's sake." Yongguk
grumbles and even though he wants to be thankful, he's really tired and he just
wants a little buzz to get him going.
"It's for your own good oppa. Daehyun oppa just cares for you." Hwasa plops
herself down beside Kai and the two sandwich the eldest into the edge of the
sofa to his demise. Wheein on the other hand goes to where Kyungsoo is.
"Lemme see your bar for a second oppa." Wheein says as she bumps her hips into
Kyungsoo's causing the man to almost drop his spatula into the spaghetti and he
gives her a glare before gesturing to the cupboard above her.
"How the heck do you even reach up here, you get Jongin oppa to get everything
huh." Wheein scoffs as she presses her palm on the counter and reaches upward
with her other hand in hopes to reach the alcohol.
"Yah don't disrespect me in my own kitchen brat, I can reach it just fine."
Kyungsoo frowns at her and she huffs before placing her hands on her hips, the
others in the living room simply watch and Hwasa is laughing.
"Well then, show me. Hand down the rum and blue curaçao please." Wheein points
to the cupboard which really wasn't that tall then again the two were pretty
short, especially Wheein.
"Fine, move aside shortie." Kyungsoo shoos her to the side and Wheein plays
with her braids as she leans on the counter with a knowing smirk and her dimple
embedded into her cheek.
They all watch in silence as Kyungsoo assumes the same position as Wheein did,
he reaches upward and Yongguk hears the cupboard opening at least. Kyungsoo
grunts as he reaches upward and the sound of clinking glass could be heard, his
stomach is slightly exposed as his shirt rises up and he sighs.
"Jongin-ah." he says simply but with a pout and he returns to his cooking at
the stove quietly, Wheein of course goes over to tease him and Kai stands from
the couch before heading behind the counter.
"Which ones again Wheein-ah?" Kai asks to save his boyfriend from humiliation
and she bounces to his side, pointing to the two bottles she needed. Hwasa
stood from the couch and placed a plastic bag on the counter by her best
friend.
"I should probably do something huh." Yongguk slowly begins to lounge on the
couch and he takes up almost all the room, the others laugh at him and he just
takes in a deep breath of comfort.
"Well hyung you'll have to get up soon anyways, dinner is ready." Kyungsoo's
tone is mocking as he carries a tray towards the dining room table, Kai helps
him set out plates and cutlery while Hwasa and Wheein work on the drinks
together.
"Thanks Kyungsoo. On a side note, Wheein, you're the back up bartender right?"
Yongguk sits down at the table and he helps Kai set up the things in the
correct places. He'd sit at the head while the couple and best friends sat in
front of each other.
"I am, I have my license and quite a bit of experience but Daehyun oppa is
never in need of my help. Also, Jongin and Sehun oppa's would be useless on
stage without me." she says playfully as she gets some glasses from the
cupboards.
"Hey, we managed just fine when you sprained your ankle last month." Kai said
in dismay and Kyungsoo grinned before pressing a kiss on his temple. Wheein
remains at the counter whilst fiddling with her things and Hwasa goes to her
purse that she left on the couch.
"Hmm? Yongguk oppa, someone is texting you." she picks up the phone and holds
it out for Yongguk even though the man is quite far from where she was. He
purses his lips and licks his lips,
"If it's Daehyun or Himchan you can just leave it." he waves at her
nonchalantly and Kyungsoo tells Wheein she can do the drinks after dinner since
what she was making wouldn't suit what he cooked anyways, she reluctantly
agrees and takes a seat beside him.
"It's someone named Junhong." as soon as Hwasa says the name out loud they all
still in realization. Yongguk's eyes widen and his mind runs in circles, no
doubt the others knew about the certain client that always gave him some kind
of trouble.
"Hyung, you know we're not allowed to contact clients outside of work."
Kyungsoo frowns and Hwasa nods her head in agreement. As the sexual workers in
the club, they weren't allowed to engage with clients, Wheein and Kai were
public performers so they didn't have the same rules.
"It's not like that, just don't worry about it." Yongguk tries to dismiss the
problem but he knows that Kyungsoo and Hwasa weren't going to let it go, they
knew the consequences and how dangerous it could be.
"He's just a kid. There's no threat, he simply needed someone to talk to." he
reasons and Hwasa takes a seat beside Kai who was looking down at his hands
underneath the table cloth.
"Yongguk oppa, you know more than anyone that we are not normal people. We
always take our careers with us no matter where we go. Mr. Bang is not who Bang
Yongguk is, are you willing to let him learn both parts of you?" Hwasa grips
his phone tightly and she hands it to him.
"We all care about you. And things are beginning to stir now that this Junhong
person showed up, we're BDSM workers, prostitutes, strippers, adult
entertainers, whatever you want to call it. We can't escape from that."
Kyungsoo explains and Yongguk wants to argue.
He wants to say that they're so much more than their occupations, that they all
have their own personalities and dreams but he knows better than that. They may
be more, but their careers only left them with so many choices, so many
opinions against them.
Yongguk dejectedly tosses his phone on the couch and he smiles at them wryly,
telling them that they should eat.
 
"You're smoking more than usual Junhong." Youngjae grabs the pack from the
youngest before he manages to snag his third cigarette of the day, they were
currently outside of school property after skipping their last period class.
Neither of them had gone home yet and the skies were darkened already.
"He's been looking at his phone all day." Jongup tells him and Junhong leers at
the betrayal before he takes one last drag of the cigarette in between his
lips, he drops it to the ground and smashes it with his shoe.
"You said you wanted to tell us something right?" Junhong turns the spotlight
on his step brother and Jongup nods before he sits comfortably on the bench
they were currently occupying.
"Himchan hyung is throwing an early holiday party in two weeks. He said that
most of his friends are too busy during Christmas so he's hosting it earlier.
You guys interested in coming?" Youngjae raises an eyebrow at the proposition,
they weren't really party people despite common belief.
"I don't see any problem with it, you want us to come?" Youngjae smirks and
Jongup rolls his eyes before shoving the other roughly on the arm. Junhong
looks down at his phone and sees that there's no new messages.
"It'd be more fun if you guys came, otherwise it'd just be a bunch of people my
brother's and Himchan hyung's age." Jongup shrugs and tosses his finished
cigarette on the ground, leaving it to smoke.
"You're just going to end up fucking Himchan hyung in one of the rooms anyways,
we're going to get left behind again." Youngjae rolls his eyes and Jongup
doesn't argue since they have a point.
"Look, you guys might find some people at the party too. I saw how you were
eyeing Daehyun hyung at the mall Youngjae." this time Jongup gets roughly
shoved on the arm and Junhong laughs a loud.
"Fine we'll go."
 
Medicine - The 1975
***** Love Don't Hurt *****
During the night Junhong is often met with thoughts that he doesn't wish to
face. His head spins and twirls in the constant worries and questions that
plague him to no end. His fingers clench and loosen around his duvet as empty
eyes stare at the dark hallways outside his open door.
Nausea pools in his stomach and he takes a deep breath, his lids fluttering
closed at the velvet voice in his memories, gently reminding him to breathe
slowly. But soon enough his teeth grit together and he sits up in frustration.
Aside from the mischievous acts in his childhood he hadn't exactly been a
terrible child, so why was he all alone? The truth surrounding his parents
death was one of a mystery, his adoptive parents didn't know what to tell him
either.
He'd been told that he grew up in the orphanage with his older brother, until
he was 6 years old when the Moon's adopted him. According to them, his brother
had refused to be adopted as well, he chose to live alone but he still wanted
to provide what he could for his younger brother.
Although Junhong couldn't understand why he didn't live with them then move out
once he was able he wondered if it'd been his fault. Was he a shame for his
older brother? Or possibly, the truth about their family was so heavy that it'd
be best to live seperately?
Junhong shook his head from all the possibilities and he reached for his phone,
bleary eyes squinted at the bright lock screen screaming that it was currently
1 in the morning. He stood up and gently pushed the door, enough so that it was
almost closed, he knew that his family members would be suspicious if it was
fully closed.
He goes to his messages with Mr. Bang and the lack of replies makes his heart
feel heavy, nonetheless Junhong presses the call icon and waits patiently with
his phone shaking by his ear.
"Hello, Junhong?" Mr. Bang's groggy voice brings such comfort to him, he feels
afraid. Junhong crosses his legs and he hugs a pillow in his lap. He shifts for
a second before speaking.
"I'm sorry Bang, did I wake you?" he was slightly confused considering the club
usually closed around 2am, so what was Mr. Bang doing at home so early? He
didn't want to pry however so he doesn't consider asking.
"It's alright... did you need something?" his tone is curt. Cold. Junhong bites
his lower lip and suddenly he feels nothing but anxiety and fear. He curls up
into himself and wants to say something but his mouth opens and closes like a
fish.
"Why is it I can only reach you at night?" Junhong asks and he feels something
odd in his stomach, was it a feeling of betrayal? He'd been told that it'd be
okay if he called sometimes and now the man was acting like he was a complete
bother.
"I'm not sure how you want me to answer that. I have things to do during the
day, people to see." Mr. Bang says and Junhong grips the pillow with his free
hand, biting his lower lip.
"Is this a dream?" Junhong whispers, the other day had been much sweeter. He'd
completely put aside the man's occupation and was willing to become a friend
through all that but there was a front.
"I'm a nightmare. You should stay away from me. You're just a client. Delete my
number Junhong." he freezes when the call ends and he looks at the screen of
his phone with a confused heart.
 
Yongguk runs his hands through his hair as he approaches Himchan's house. He
felt frustrated and annoyed considering he was practically living in a drama
and he hated it to bits.
But he knew that this would be better in the long run. He'd let his emotions
run wild the first night Junhong had called, listening to his little brother's
struggles and concerns made him feel protective but he wasn't in any position
to help him.
Not when he was harbouring the secret that could potentially ruin their bond
forever, a secret that could destroy Junhong's already fragile mind. He wanted
his brother to grow up at normally as possible, without the weight of his
brother's occupation on his mind.
He can hear the music from the front lawn and he sighs into his scarf. Himchan
wasn't exactly wealthy but he was well off to the point he had a house as
supposed to an apartment or condo, so parties were quite frequent throughout
the year.
And somehow he managed to have numerous people over each time. Yongguk truly
underestimated the amount of friends Himchan actually had. He ventured inside
and passed by the few groups casually drinking on the front porch.
As soon as he enters he sees a couple making out on the staircase and people
sitting on the floors, making it difficult to navigate through them. The sound
of music grows louder as the living room comes into sight and he sees Daehyun
behind a DIY bar set up.
"Yongguk hyung!" the younger greets him with a wide grin as he pours off two
shots for a waiting young man who Yongguk has never seen before. He sits on one
of the stools in front of the bar and nearly falls over because of how unstable
it is.
"Where's Himchan?" Yongguk asks over the booming bass and Daehyun glances
around, skimming the dancing heads and sweaty bodies with a scrunched nose. But
ultimately he simply shrugs and he takes a swig of his cocktail.
"Not too sure. He bribed me into bar duty." Daehyun tattles and Yongguk can
only offer his friend a sympathetic smile. Soon enough another man who Yongguk
finds vaguely familiar comes up behind the bar and wraps his arms around
Daehyun.
"Mm tired." the person mumbles and Yongguk is surprised he even managed to hear
it. Daehyun grins a smile brighter than the sun and he turns to kiss the person
on the nose.
"Hyung I told you that Youngjae and I were dating right?" Daehyun leans on the
counter and Youngjae seems to have fallen asleep on him if that was even
possible. Yongguk raises an eyebrow and clears his throat,
"You've mentioned him a few times I guess." he murmurs and Daehyun lets out an
unattractive sound showing that he didn't hear what was said. Yongguk rolls his
eyes with a smirk and stands up before he heads towards the backyard in hopes
of finding Himchan.
Worming through more and more people he finally makes his way through the
kitchen and towards the sliding doors and lead to the deck out back. It's much
quieter out here and Yongguk soon sees that about 90% of the people are
indoors.
He smells the familiar scent of weed and when he turns to his left he meets a
tuff of fluffy blonde hair, freshly washed. Yongguk stands completely still
when unfocused eyes greet his own and his jaw tightens.
Junhong sits lazily on the floor of the deck rather than on a chair and he
exhales the last of his joint, crumbles of two others laying by his hand as
well as three empty bottles of beer. Yongguk is so shocked he doesn't even
register that he has no mask on.
"I met you in the mall once." the teen says with a slur and a giggle and
Yongguk's eyes widen. He couldn't run, that'd be cowardly and just down right
strange. Junhong pushes himself up and he drops the joint to the floor.
Junhong approaches him with uneven footsteps and he falls into his older
brother's arms with a chortle. Yongguk supports him easily and Junhong leans
down to press a kiss against his neck before he whispers in his ear.
"Dance with me Mr. Bang."
 
Love Don't Hurt - Shannon Ft. Amber
***** Chronic *****
Yongguk doesn't argue as the teen stares deep into his eyes with an undeniable
want. Junhong stumbles and burps before excusing himself and he holds Yongguk's
hands tightly in his own. 
The elder lets himself be led back into the house, past the people strewn
about. Junhong's hand feels warm in his own and when they reach the dance floor
the teen spins around and wraps his arms around his neck.
"Dance with me. Dance with me." he whispers desperately and Yongguk almost
misses what he says with how loud the music is. The bodies around them are
frantic to move with the beat while their pretty much standing still.
Yongguk meets his little brother's glassy eyes and he grits his teeth before he
holds his lithe waist. Junhong grins happily at his request being honoured and
he instantly rolls his body, bumping their lower halves together with clumsy
coordination.
He can see Daehyun's worried gaze from behind the bar and he closes his eyes,
he knows that the bartender never drinks when working and he was fully taking
in the scene. His eyes slowly open once more and he thankfully sees that
Youngjae is too wasted to see what's happening.
Youngjae was Junhong's friend, he'd become aware of that fact now and the less
people that knew about their odd relationship the better. The teen in his arms
begins to grow more impatient and he doesn't seem happy with the fact that his
dance partner was distracted.
"Kiss me." Junhong presses his lips against Yongguk's in a hurry and the elder
gasps when a sharp pain registers in his brain and the taste of copper explodes
in his mouth. He pulls away and licks over his raw bottom lip, having suffered
from abuse.
"Please, help me forget him." the teen's voice cracks and he sounds like he's
on the verge of tears. Yongguk's eyes widen and he comes to realize that
Junhong doesn't know who he is after all, he simply wishes that he was here.
Yongguk lets himself be pulled away once more, Junhong's grasp tight around his
wrist as they stumble up the stairwell towards the bedrooms. The teen opens the
nearest one on his right and to their horror the room was occupied.
"Yongguk? Junhong?" Himchan is on all fours facing the door as Jongup pounds
into him from behind. Yongguk instantly shuts the door and he prays to the Lord
that Junhong didn't hear his name. The teen was aware of what his brother's
name was. All too well.
"Come." Yongguk leads him to a room near the end of the hall, one that he
recognizes as the guest bedroom that Himchan often lent him when he needed to
stay over late. Junhong is silent and it's unsettling.
The door closes behind them and Junhong flings himself into Yongguk's arms, he
humps against him in hopes of gaining friction and they both groan as their
heated members brush.
Yongguk clenches his eyes tight and he gives into his desires. He kisses
Junhong harshly and they fall back onto the bed, with the teen on top of him.
Junhong holds his face and waits till the elder opens his eyes before he looks
deeply into them.
"You're a stranger but you feel like someone I know." he whispers as his
fingers trace the man's features. Yongguk lets his hands rest on the teen's
waist and he lets out an airy breath when Junhong sucks a dark mark onto his
neck.
"Show me more."
 
Chronic - Phoebe Ryan
***** Body Talk *****
The way Junhong looks at him makes him feel stripped bare, as though nothing
was protecting him from such an honest gaze. It made his head spin and his
heart shake, for of all things, he was most certainly not honest. Yongguk's
whole life was a lie, one after another to the point that he couldn't live
truthfully anymore.
He'd lose himself completely.
"You're thinking too much," Junhong's voice drags him from his loud thoughts
and when he looks at his younger brother he feels that maybe, thinking was a
better idea. Thinking meant he could be rational, Junhong was drunk and
emotional, he was taking advantage of him wasn't he?
"And you're not thinking enough," Yongguk chides and the look on Junhong's face
makes him feel like he just kicked a puppy. Suddenly, the teen grabs him by the
collar of his shirt and shoves him down onto the bed, before Yongguk can react
Junhong sits down in his lap and straddles him with his long limbs.
"I think too much, way too much. And you know what it's done for me? Do you
know what it does to me?" Junhong grits through his teeth and Yongguk can smell
the liquor on his tongue, he doesn't reply and he simply waits. Though he's
well aware this won't do anything good for him.
"It hurts me, it hurts so much," Junhong's voice cracks and he clutches his
chest as though he's just been shot. Yongguk feels his heart clench and he
winces at the pain, why did things have to be so difficult? If Junhong had
never found him maybe things would still be okay, or maybe... if Yongguk hadn't
left him in the first place.
"All I can think of is him, even when I have you beneath me," Yongguk's hands
naturally come to hold his little brother's face and he let's their eyes meet
before he smiles and tries to pry him off, so that they're no longer in a
seemingly sexual position.
"Junhong, you're drunk, you don't want this," he attempts to comfort the hurt
teenager and he doesn't realize his mistake. Junhong doesn't move an inch,
instead he moves closer and he presses himself even closer to Yongguk, their
body heat mingling.
"How do you know my name?" Junhong whispers into his ear and his lips brush the
pierced lobe. Yongguk's eyes widen and he feels panic coursing through his
body. He can only rely on how drunk Junhong possibly was, he'd forget about
this in the morning.
"You know me, I know you," his voice is melodic as he sways left and right, a
bitter smile on his lips as he sings the words like he's trying to solve
something inside of his head. Yongguk can only watch helplessly as his years of
secrecy begin to crumble in front of him. 
"But how do I know you?" Junhong breathes his words and connects their lips.
Yongguk's hands naturally fall to Junhong's waist and he grips the fabric of
his brother's shirt, his hands in a constant debate of whether he should push
him away or pull him closer.
The way Junhong moves against him makes it clear that he's intoxicated, Yongguk
doesn't even know what he was smoking. However, the sweet heat of Junhong's
mouth dripped temptation and he wasn't strong enough to resist, not when the
teen was so pliant and submissive above him.
Yongguk rolls to his left, successfully pinning Junhong underneath him. The way
Junhong tilts his head upwards made it clear, he was lusting for Yongguk in his
drunken state. But the hint of insecurity in his dilated eyes said something
else as well, something that Yongguk himself didn't want to admit.
There was more than lust, and in Yongguk's case there was more than just
brotherly love.
"Please, please touch me," Junhong is desperate, his hips jutting upwards in
hopes of any kind of friction. Yongguk takes a deep breath and he let's go of
his persona for just once. For just once, it'd be him, Bang Yongguk and not Mr.
Bang. Simply Bang Yongguk and Choi Junhong.
Their lips come together once more in a rough manner, lips crushing against one
another as they muffle Junhong's helpless whimpers. Yongguk uses one arm to
hold himself up while the other trails down to tug at Junhong's belt loops in
his jeans.
Clearly it doesn't move the tight material and he can't help but grope
Junhong's ass, groaning when he realizes the teen's jeans are so tight they
leave little to imagination. Yongguk pulls away and he leans back before he
admires what he's done to Junhong, those swollen lips and teary eyes were
because of him.
Junhong undoes his jean buttons and he pulls down the zipper before he lifts
his ass, teasingly waiting for Yongguk to pull them down. Naturally the
clothing pulls down Junhong's undergarments as well leaving his naked bottom
half on the white sheets. His cock lays half hard on his abdomen, pearly white
dripping from his reddened tip.
As Yongguk's dark gaze trails over his legs Junhong playfully spreads them and
he pulls up his shirt so that the other man can get a better look. Yongguk says
nothing as he lets his hands rest on Junhong's inner thighs, his slender
fingers rest on the soft skin and Junhong squirms at the cold skin against his
own.
He lifts Junhong's legs before he kisses his ballsack and when a small gasp
edges him on he lets his tongue drag up the underside of Junhong's cock.
Yongguk feeds off of the teen's reactions as he suckles the tip into his mouth
and tastes the leaking slit.
Their eyes meet and Junhong reaches down to grip Yongguk's long locks of hair,
his fingers rubbing through the gel keeping them slicked back. His head falls
back into the pillows as his whole length disappears into wet heat and his hips
try to move but Yongguk holds them down.
"Stroke yourself Junhong," Yongguk commands him softly and he presses the pad
of his thumb right under Junhong's balls, above his entrance. The action makes
the teen keen and he hastefully does as he's told. His hand shakes as he wraps
it around his member and Junhong bites his lower lip when he feels a hot breath
hovering over his hole.
"Good boy," Junhong moans loudly as Yongguk licks a stripe up the wrinkled skin
and he sucks on it like it's a treat. His hands still keep the teen's legs
apart since they threaten to close as they shake from pleasure. 
"I'm so close," the small whimper makes his clothed cock twitch and Yongguk
keeps his desires aside, he merely wants to ring out Junhong's sexual drive so
that he doesn't do anything they'll both regret the morning after. 
"Then come Junhong, come for me," Yongguk doesn't expect Junhong to take hold
of his face, and just as his cock begins spewing white onto his abdomen he
licks his way into Yongguk's mouth, whimpering deliciously as he reaches his
long awaited release.
They both close their eyes and move sensually against one another, lips
touching lightly as tongues caress. Their breaths mingle as Junhong tries to
catch his breath from his orgasm. Yongguk only opens his eyes when he feels a
hand at his belt,
"You too," Junhong whispers with lidded eyes, but he's fighting to keep them
open and Yongguk knows more than anyone how difficult it can be to make him cum
so he smiles and takes hold of Junhong's wandering hand, 
"Rest Junhong," Yongguk orders and the teen attempts to fight against the
strong grip but he has no strength, not when the alcohol and drugs in his
system are beginning to shut him down. Junhong lies on the bed with his eyes
closed and Yongguk works around him.
In his tired mind he can remember those touches, there was only one other
person who had touched him like that and he knew exactly who this person was.
But as his skin is wiped down and his bottom half is dressed again, he can't
come to a conclusion.
"I'll tell Jongup where to find you," Yongguk mumbles and he freezes when he
lets yet another thing slip. Spending so much time with his little brother was
really beginning to effect his mind and he wasn't sure whether it was positive
or negative. Judging by how he wants to get high right now it was definitely
negative. Not to mention how he was currently hard without any form of relief
other than himself.
"Stay with me?" Junhong's broken voice breaks the silence and Yongguk looks
down to see his brother weakly holding the hem of his shirt. He can't find it
in himself to leave when Junhong is so vulnerable so he can only nod as he lies
down beside the teen.
Yongguk lies on top of the duvet as supposed to beneath it, he leaves a barrier
between them but he rests close enough for Junhong to feel the comfort of his
body heat. When the teen's breath lulls Yongguk leans forward and kisses his
forehead.
 
"Welcome to your new home boys," Moon Junki says to the two boys sitting in the
back seat, he'd just brought them home from the orphanage after weeks of
paperwork and interviews that allowed him to adopt both of them. His wife was
at work while their youngest son was home for Spring break.
"At the moment your mother is at work, she'll be home in the evening, you two
can meet Jongup. He's been looking forward to meeting you," Junki explains and
he can see that the joy has been drained from their faces. Choi Junhong, the
younger one looks like he hasn't smiled in years while his older brother Bang
Yongguk looks ready to hurt anyone who comes near them unnannounced.
"Thank you," Yongguk says under his breath and Junki smiles at that, he parks
the car and gets out first before grabbing their bags from the trunk. Just as
he's about to lift a small bright blue backpack Yongguk stops him,
"I'll carry this, thank you," Junki blinks in surprise and the teen holds out
the bag for his brother to take. The six year old holds the bag dear to his
heart and he holds his brother's hand tightly. The two don't have much clothing
and Yongguk had been homeschooled at the orphanage so he had no school
supplies.
Junki locks his car and makes his way to the front door, the brothers trailing
behind him. As he's about to put his key in the lock the door swings open
revealing a smiling Jongup. 
"Welcome home!" Jongup grins up at them and Junki's heart warms at the sight.
They all enter in a rush and the door is locked before Jongup takes hold of
Junhong's hand, Junki doesn't miss how the action makes the orphan boy flinch.
"Want to see your new room? Want to play?" Jongup is giddy and he jumps up and
down. Junhong looks up at Yongguk, unsure, and he only releases his brother's
hand when he receives permission in the form of a nod. And soon enough the six
and seven year old are speeding up the stairs.
"It takes time but Junhong is a bright child," Yongguk's voice is low as he
looks back at his adoptive father and unlike his younger brother he takes the
time to scan the new household. He carefully treads into the living room and he
sees family portraits on the fireplace.
"I guess I should tell you, our eldest son, Jonghyun, passed away two years ago
due to an accident during a school trip," Yongguk looks at him with sympathetic
eyes and Junki doesn't know how to feel, the first change of facial expression
in this teenager and it was to pity him.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Yongguk keeps his head low and he says nothing more.
Junki feels the silence building up in his throat and he coughs before the teen
meets his eyes once more,
"We've come to terms with the past, however my wife is still uncomfortable with
the subject, come I'll show you to your room," Junki pats his back and Yongguk
too, flinches at the contact. He heads up the stairs with the brothers' things
in hand and he turns left towards a hall with two bedrooms, coming from within
one is the childish banter between Jongup and Junhong.
"Junhong will share a room with Jongup, while you can have this room to
yourself, I know how teenagers prefer their own space," Yongguk enters the
spacious room and he looks around with a sigh before he turns back towards
Junki.
"Thank you, however I have no intentions of living here," Yongguk admits and
Junki's eyes widen. The teen shows no signs of hesitance, and his eyes seem
determined, fired with something Junki can't understand.
"I appreciate that you've taken in my brother and I, truly. However, I will
depart tomorrow, and please raise my brother as your own," Yongguk bows his
head and his posture is proper as he speaks of his wishes. Junki frowns and he
doesn't know what this kid is saying,
"How will you possibly survive on your own?! Look, Yongguk-ah I know you've
been through a lot-"
"Please don't try and understand me," Yongguk cuts him off, cold. The air in
the room grows heavy with tension and Junhong's small giggles can be heard
across the hall, Yongguk softens at this but when he meets Junki's eyes his
expression is hard once more.
"My parent's inheritance... was passed down to me because I have the surname of
our father. I will be disowned from the Moon Family the moment I turn 18,
however I will continue to provide support for Junhong," the plans sound simple
but Junki can tell that Yongguk has meticulously thought of everything prior to
the adoption, possibly during the process. 
"What will you tell Junhong? Will you leave him like your parents did?" It was
clear to even the blind that the brother's were close. The younger brother
relied heavily on the elder and he was so fragile, Junki regrets the way he
used his words, this was still a teenage boy in front of him.
"They aren't dead," the words come out in a rush under a huff of breath, so
quick that Junki couldn't even process them before Yongguk was passing by him
to knock on Jongup's door. 
As night fell upon them, the tension between Yongguk and his adoptive parents
didn't lift in the slightest. Moon Jieun, his adoptive mother, had been
completely appalled when her husband told her of the news. However she did not
have a chance to argue because Junki had told her that Yongguk was stubborn and
he would not relent.
"Thank you for the meal," Yongguk bows and Junhong follows before the two
brothers make their way towards Yongguk's bedroom. It was clear that Junhong
was not going to spend the night apart from him, so they brushed their teeth
and snuggled close in the bed.
"I like them," Junhong's hushed whisper cuts through the night air and Yongguk
feels relief, they're good people and they'll take care of him. Yongguk moves
closer as Junhong's hands grip the hem of his shirt,
"Stay with me?" He asks with teary eyes and Yongguk nods before leaning down to
kiss his forehead. Junhong grows afraid whenever they're apart, the brothers
fell asleep together at the orphanage but the nuns had scolded them and often
sent Yongguk back to the room with the other teenagers, which resulted in
Junhong waking in tears surrounded by the other kids.
When Junhong falls asleep and his grip loosens that's when Yongguk decides to
leave him. It pains his heart more than he'd like to admit, leaving his little
brother all alone after the loss they'd just experienced. He didn't want to go,
he wanted to stay and live like a normal teenager, but unfortunately that
couldn't happen.
Yongguk pulls himself away from the bed and when Junhong instantly stirs upon
the lack of warmth he grabs the child's bright blue bag, he pulls out the plush
bunny that their mother sewed for him and placed it into Junhong's embrace. 
The teen grabs his bag and his jacket before he kisses his brother on the
forehead one last time, he exits the room quietly and pads downstairs where his
adoptive parents are seated at the living room table, talking to one another in
hushed voices.
"Are you sure there isn't anything we can do to make you stay?" Jieun's eyes
remind him of the past and Yongguk has to look away in shame, he shakes his
head and slips on his shoes.
"Thank you for everything, also, Junhong still has nightmares so please take
care of him, he cries a lot," Yongguk smiles for the first time since he
arrived and he bows his head low before he slips out the door and into the
night.
 
In the middle of the night Yongguk opens his eyes and he frantically checks his
phone, he squints at the low light and sees that it's currently 4:43AM. Only
then does he remember that there's a clock on the night table, the red numbers
bleed in the dark, reminding him that it's time to leave.
The memories of his past haunt him and he'll never forgive himself for the
night he left Junhong behind. The night he became a dead man to the only person
he cared about. However, regret wouldn't change what was already done.
Yongguk sighs and he gets his things together before he looks down at Junhong,
who sleeps like a cherub child. He lets his hand lay on the teen's head before
he stands and he marches towards the door.
He glances back at Junhong once more and the moment the clock hits 4:44AM he
flees.
 
Body Talk - Red Velvet
***** All Night *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Yongguk kicks a stone across the streets as he shivers and buries his face
further into the collar of his jacket. He'd figured during the Spring that the
nights wouldn't be cold but he underestimated the streets of Seoul. It'd been
exactly two days since he left the Moon residence, he'd made sure to flee far
from the quaint neighbourhood to avoid any possible contact with them.
He'd return when he was able to begin providing for Junhong. His inheritance
wouldn't be readily available for him until after he turned 18 and that wasn't
till another two years. For the past two nights he'd been surviving off of the
money that the Moon's had given him, unable to refuse their hospitality.
Earlier today he'd attempted to visit his uncle for help but the man had
screamed at him stating that he had no sister. 
And so here he was, standing underneath a streetlight because even if he was
illuminated for the world to see, he felt oddly safe encased in the cool light.
His eyes were heavy and he wanted nothing more than to sleep, but there was no
way he could head towards a shelter at this time, and he most certainly could
not afford a hotel or motel or any sorts. Yongguk sighed, weighing his options
once more before deciding that maybe finding a place outside would suffice.
He'd made the mistake of not paying attention to alleyways before and he nearly
winded up in a fight with a local homeless woman who'd claimed that area to be
her own, he truly didn't want to cause any trouble so he was quiet, playing off
as a mute before he went on his way vowing silently to never cross her path
again. As Yongguk was lost in his thoughts a car slowly pulled up in front of
him and when the windows rolled down he was met with a woman wearing sunglasses
despite it being evening.
"How much are you charging for?" Her words were blunt and foreign to him.
Shocked, Yongguk turned his head left and right seeing women and men all lined
up beneath the streetlights with sparse clothing and their bodies flaunted. Had
he wandered so close to the red district without knowing? How did he not notice
before? Yongguk cursed at his own ignorance and he looked at the woman eyes
although he was only staring at his own reflection.
He definitely wasn't clueless and he knew the pleasures of so called, sexual
intercourse but he'd been taught to do so with someone who he loved. Someone
who loved him. This woman definitely did not love him. But this woman offered a
place to stay for the night, safety for even a few moments, who knew what the
other workers eyeing him would do once she left. Yongguk grits his teeth and
maybe he can pull this off.
"100,000 won a night..." he says quietly and he feels like the woman can see
right through him. She smiles and unlocks the door, waiting for him to get in.
Yongguk holds his bag close to his chest and all he can smell is a woman's
perfume and the heady scent of the blue tree freshener looped around the air
conditioning vent. The smile doesn't leave her lips and she turns to him once
they stop at a red light,
"I'm Yongsun, what would you like me to call you?" What an uncommon name for a
young woman he thought. Truthfully, Yongsun looked like she was only a few
years older than him, blossoming in her early 20's. He couldn't see her
features fully but he could tell she had two distinct dimples at each corner
beside her bottom lip. She seemed youthful almost, her hair long and wavy.
"Bbang," he answers simply, thinking that the nickname from his classmate
Himchan would suffice. Yongsun pauses at this, a small smile spreading on her
lips as she turns into what appears to be a pretty shabby neighbourhood. They
park in front of a sad looking townhouse and Yongguk follows Yongsun quietly,
cautious of her movements as he enters the home behind her. 
After removing his shoes he notices that she's vanished, confused Yongguk heads
down the hall and he can see Yongsun placing a kettle on the stove, presumably
filled with hot water. She places her sunglasses on the kitchen table and she
looks at him for the first time without tinted vision. Her painted nails click
on the table tops and she nods towards the chair,
"Have a seat, I'll make you some tea," she says in a gentle tone and Yongguk
doesn't know what to do other than obey. For a moment there's nothing but
silence, aside from the bubbling of water and the sound of a clock ticking
somewhere in the living room. Yongguk remains completely still, his hands white
as they grip onto his bag, did they usually have tea before getting down and
dirty? His eyes shut and he took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.
"Let me get straight to the point alright, I'd like to offer you a possible
solution," Yongsun begins and only when he hears a cup being placed in front of
him does he open his eyes. Yongsun is sitting across from him, a motherly smile
on her face, he flinches and looks away. Yongguk carefully reaches out for the
cup and he merely keeps his hands hovering around it, soaking in the warmth
without getting burnt.
"It's not the first time I've seen you wandering the streets Bbang, I can tell
you're still in high school but considering it's Spring Break, why are you not
spending it at home? You don't have to answer, I've already assumed and judging
by your face, I'm correct," Yongsun sips her tea and beckons for Yongguk to do
the same, he's cautious but her gaze is so honest he does so anyways. The fresh
taste of ginger and green tea delights his tongue and he feels like he's been
heated from the inside out.
"You see Bbang, basically would you like to live with me? I can provide you
with a job after you're finished high school," Yongsun says frankly and
Yongguk's eyes widen. Either she was planning to sell him or murder him, he
really had no other options in mind. Why was the look in her eyes so honest? So
caring? It really threw off his observations.
"You see, I work at a club that provides BDSM services. It's not exactly
selling your body but... you'll be selling services. There's no penetration
required so the risks are a little less? I know it's not ideal, but I'd really
like to help you," Yongsun blurts out and Yongguk freezes. An image of masks
and whips immediately slither into his head and he wants to laugh out loud. But
also, he's considering it. Anything's an option for Junhong's sake.
"It's almost like acting? The tips are amazing, and of course I won't let you
start when you're still underaged, but you can learn and observe. This is the
only path I can provide for you until you find your own," Yongsun whispers and
her grip around her mug begins to waver. Yongguk doesn't know what to say, he
looks around the townhouse and it's almost too good to be true.
"Why would you do this for me?" Yongguk asks the question he's been waiting for
and Yongsun all but pauses. She looks deep into his eyes and there it is again,
that look that could make Yongguk bow to her every will. Her fingernails tap
against the glass mug and she pulls out her phone. After unlocking it and
scrolling for a moment, she pulls up a photo of two very familiar people stood
beside a younger Yongsun.
"For them, and for you," Yongsun smiles and Yongguk's hands fall to the table
lifelessly, his eyes glued onto the screen. Yongsun reaches forward and she
gently takes his hands into her own, unlike what he imagined her hands were
quite cold. 
"So what do you say, Bang Yongguk?" 
 
Yongguk runs out of Himchan's house with sweat lining his forehead and only one
destination in mind.Home. He breaks into a jog and almost loses his footing as
he rushes across freshly watered grass, morning dew dampening his pants. The
sun is beginning to rise he realizes when he approaches the same shabby
neighbourhood he'd lived in years ago. 
He needs to talk to somebody, somebody who would listen to him but not ask any
questions. Daehyun and Himchan cared for him, he knew that more than anybody
but there was only one person who came into mind at this very moment. And when
Yongguk uses his spare key to open the door to a small townhouse he's not
surprised to smell ginger tea in the air.
The strong aroma brings him comfort and just like before he follows it towards
the kitchen where Yongsun is already waiting for him with a cup at hand. She
smiles upon seeing him and just as he steps through the doorway the sunlight
seeps into the room, littering the floor with rays of bright sunlight. Yongguk
takes a seat and he rubs his hands down his face.
"Himchan told me you'd be on your way. How long has it been? Since we sat
together like this and had tea together?" Yongsun asks as she stirs her tea
with a spoon, the clinking sound bringing him comfort. It'd been quite awhile,
if he had to be honest. Since Yongsun lived with Byulyi now, he felt he had no
right to interrupt not to mention how he'd been relying on drugs to ease the
stress off of his head.
Yongguk should've known Himchan would call her, he did interrupt his love
session with Jongup to relay Junhong's condition before stating that he'd be
leaving. It was scary how much his friends knew him. Daehyun definitely
would've done the same thing. He sighs and takes a sip of his tea. After all
these years Yongsun never bothered to buy from a different brand. 
"I feel lost... I've done things to somebody that can't be forgiven but that
person doesn't even know and he wants to find me," Yongguk feels like he can
play off a lie for a little longer. No one had to know that he'd slept with his
brother and lusted after his brother... made his brother cry. Yongsun already
knew who he was talking about, but speaking vaguely was the only way he could
avoid looking at the problem for a little longer.
"At this point I'm thinking it's better to just run... it's so much easier to
continue running from my problems. He's persistent but I'm stubborn," Yongsun
listens quietly, almost too quietly as though Yongguk was speaking to himself.
But she knew this would help, she preferred to create a self aware environment
whenever it came to Yongguk since he lived his life for another, he rarely ever
truly thought about himself.
"I didn't think he'd ever find me... and he didn't even know it. We've met,
we've talked and he doesn't have a single clue. How am I supposed to live
knowing that I'm still deceiving him? Just like I did when we were children?"
Yongguk shakes his head and he rests his forehead on the table after carefully
moving his mug. He takes a deep breath and continues inhaling and exhaling
slowly.
"Yongguk-ah, you know what the problem is? I can't help you," Yongsun says
quietly in that childish yet motherly tone she's had since they met. Yongguk
doesn't move when she places a hand on his head. She doesn't stroke his head
nor does she play with his hair, she merely keeps it there. As if she was
trying to give him some kind of support but not knowing how.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me everything... just like before."
 
All Night - Long D Ft. Kim Doyeon (Weki Meki)
 
Chapter End Notes
     Hello hello, yes I am alive LOL
     It's been awhile ;; I'm sorry as always, to be honest I'm still
     figuring out where I want this to go
     Hence why the flashbacks ugh, I don't want to end it too quickly? But
     I also don't want it to be repetitive... I'll think of something ;D
     As usual, I've been occupied with my fest fics ;; I'm currently in
     two and I have thoughts on joining another that begins in March LOL
     but we'll see, I'd like to stay fest free for a bit after that
     Thank you so much as always for the love and support :D <3
     - Airi
     P.S. Yongsun makes little to no sense LOL but Yongguk clearly didn't
     get like kidnapped and forced to work there so we're just gonna
     bypass reality for a bit since this is fiction anyhow 
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