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"Are you not afraid of me?" his customer asked, and Doyoung, who was licking the metallic taste of blood off his lips in their heated intercourse, paused. 

Doyoung breathes, long strokes of oxygen caressing his chest, and stares at the man beneath him. In between their shared heated passion, where conversations like this rarely ever happen, Doyoung suddenly feels like he was at loss of all the lies he's used to telling his customers. "I…" he trailed, but quickly got enveloped by fear. Afraid to slip or get on the obviously dangerous man's bad side, "You don't force me into doing anything beyond agreed, and you're one of my regulars. I don't see a reason to feel that way."

He sees the guy's lips twitch slightly upward, the bruise and cut on his full lips stretching and eliciting a hint of fresh blood seeping through. Doyoung flinched when he felt the man's calloused hands caress the sides of his waist, slithering and leaving zaps of carnal need in the pits of his stomach, "Did you get pretty for me?" the man asked, and raised his left hand to cup Doyoung's cheek.

Doyoung, who only knows how to lie to satisfy his customers, nodded and leaned to his touch. Of course he had gotten pretty and dolled up for the man, and of course the man knows that. He paid for Doyoung's service.

"Did you want me here?" the guy asked again, and smiled when Doyoung nodded and hid his face in the crook of his neck. He shivered when he felt Doyoung's short breath against his very skin. "Been wanting you next to me, too." he whispered and kisses Doyoung's forehead.

Doyoung doesn't know if the man was being genuine, nor was he sure if this was a newly added stunt to their roleplaying equation. Maybe the man smoked weed today and decided to be husbands with him. All he knows was he needed to agree to everything his customers tell him or he's dead meat. An escort thrown somewhere after fucking one of Seoul's most twisted gang leaders. 

"How was your day?" the man asked, and stood up while Doyoung clung to him. 

"It's good." Doyoung said timidly, and felt the edge of the soft mattress touch his bare ass. 

"Did you miss me?" the guy asked and kneels in front of Doyoung and flashes him a smile. A very handsome smile. But Doyoung never paid attention to such attributes, appreciating his clients never gets him anywhere. Because he knows behind their skin, are deranged men who probably won't think twice of killing him if he ever disobeys.

Doyoung nodded again, and felt himself shiver in fear when the man in front of him frowned.

"Say it." the man commanded, his gentle hazel orbs now a shade darker and Doyoung thought this was just the tip of the bad side he might unravel to himself if he doesn't gather his shit together.

"I missed you." Doyoung inhales deeply, heart beating erratically. He looks down, and stares at the man's eyes, trying to sound genuine. The edges of the man's eyes crinkled, and there it is, his beautiful appearance that ironically feels so distinctively scary.

The man flashed a smile again, and for a minute, Doyoung wanted to touch his bruised lips and ask what made it that way.

"I missed you so much." Doyoung blurted out unconsciously. He would like to think that's just him wanting to get through this night alive, "I've been thinking about you." he said. For all hell on Earth, he reached to touch the man's bruised lips, surged with confidence and unknown need. "I've been worried."

It seems to satisfy the man because he quickly stood up and pushed Doyoung to lay on the bed, "Me, too." he whispered and kisses Doyoung's cheek, "I was afraid I wouldn't see you anymore."

Fear. Doyoung didn't know what to react hearing the man insinuate the very thing. Sure, they've had sex for a lot of times already. Doyoung already lost count of the times he had made the man cum, and him cumming for the man. But he never talked like this to Doyoung. He has always treated him like a whore, fucking him senseless, and leaving before Doyoung wakes up. Doyoung would wake up to gifts and cheques, but never to the man telling him these things.

Doyoung felt a soft kiss placed on his lips, and for the first time ever, in their shared experience of fucking eachother, Doyoung pulled the man's face away. The man who was breathing heavily, paused, too, instead of forcing Doyoung. There was a moment where all they did was stare at each other's faces. There was a lack in words but not in understanding. Doyoung sat up, making the man stand up. 

"P-please wait for me, s-sir." he stuttered, as the man looked at him. Fear sitting in the pits of his stomach, afraid of the worst case scenario that might happen after defying him.

"Junghwan, that's my name." the man said, awaiting of Doyoung's next movement.

Doyoung nodded, "Please wait, Junghwan." he said with a small voice. The name oddly rolled in his tongue, as if it opened a threshold he shouldn't cross. When Junghwan showed no sign of anger, Doyoung quickly put his robe on, and went to the hotel room's bathroom to find a first aid kit.

When he came back, he saw the man sitting on the long couch, waiting for him. 

"I got you this." Doyoung showed the cotton ball and the antiseptic alcohol. 

Junghwan's mouth was left slightly opened, gulping as he realized what Doyoung came to the bathroom for. It was obvious that his reason for always booking Doyoung was his physical attraction and need. He had nobody else to protect or to live for. But two weeks ago, when he was a minute away from dying, he thought of the escort and his gentle face. Something inside him wanted to at least see him one last time, before he vanished to thin air again- in another city, or country, with all the wealth he had gambled and stolen.

Junghwan flinched when he felt the sting of the cold wet cotton ball against his lips, and Doyoung's face was so dangerously close to him. He has looked at Doyoung's face so many times when Doyoung was asleep, and Junghwan had always lived for those moments- pretending he was his, and that Doyoung genuinely liked having him around. Not only because he's being paid, and certainly not only because Junghwan could point a pistol at him anytime. 

Junghwan continued to look at Doyoung's face, and recognized the fear and the slight tremble of his fingers. His face broke into a smile, the kind which translates his understanding and compassion. He knew better than ruining this poor little thing's life.

Doyoung felt Junghwan's hand tightly grip his wrist, and for a split-second, he thought this is the time where he gets asked what he was doing or he gets punched on the face for having the audacity. But Junghwan did neither of the options, instead he went forward and kissed Doyoung's lips. It was a kiss full of need, that Doyoung couldn't do anything but open his lips, allowing himself to be once again devoured. He wrapped his arm around Junghwan's shoulders, hands rushing to untie his robe. Junghwan quickly pulled him up, and placed him on his lap.

A moan escaped Junghwan's lips when Doyoung quickly got ahold of his dick, stroking him while they were kissing. He pulled Doyoung's face closer, tongue exploring the cavern of his mouth. He felt himself crave for more when Doyoung pulled away and kneels in between his legs. "No," he says breathily, and pulls Doyoung up. 

Though confused, Doyoung obliged and sat on his lap again. Junghwan reaches for the watch he had placed on the lamp table beside the couch and slides it around Doyoung's wrist.

"What are you doing?" Doyoung asked confusedly, but Junghwan didn't reply, rushing to remove all his rings and sliding it around Doyoung's fingers. He removed his bracelet, too, and wrapped it around Doyoung's other wrist.

"What's happening?" Doyoung asked again, removing himself on top of Junghwan so Junghwan could stop.

"Start a new life." Junghwan says and stands up, getting the coat he left on the couch before fucking Doyoung earlier. He pulled multiple stashes of cash and puts it on top of what he identified as Doyoung's pants, "Run away. Live a new life somewhere." he said in a hurry, even removing his necklace and placing it on top of the pile of his possessions.

Doyoung was left astound, mouth falling open as he looked at Junghwan wearing his clothes again. It feels oddly frustrating somewhere, and he doesn't know why. God knows what he could do with everything Junghwan is suddenly giving him. But for a reason, he doesn't like where this is leading. "Why?"

"What do you mean " why" ?" Junghwan chuckles and pauses, staring at Doyoung's face, "Don't you want to leave this hell-hole? I'm helping you, why else?"

"I-" Doyoung started, his lips quivering, "Why? Where are you going?"

Junghwan mirrored his stunned expression, unknowing what to say. No one really asks him that this way, people around him that knows him knows he's someone always in hiding. Always ratting away, always escaping, always fucked up. He turns his body around, and goes for the door. He doesn't know if he heard it correctly, or if it was his hidden yearning that convinced him. But when  he left, he thought he heard Doyoung ask, "Am I not gonna see you anymore?"

Junghwan doesn't know, and in all that, Doyoung collapses on the couch as he stares at the diamond ring on his finger.

…

"Are you crying?" Doyoung hears his friend, Junkyu, speak over the line. Panic is evident in his tone as he hears Doyoung sob. "Did your client hurt you? Where are you?"