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the room was very big and there was a fridge and a bar corner, as well as a table and something that looked like a booth at a nightclub. jisung couldn't figure out what all those things may be used for at first until he viewed them with the context: they were all suitable for different scenarios the clients may want to try out. he bit his lip in shock after the realisation.

the man took his pink glass and approached him after putting on his shirt. he could've stayed on the couch but talking to each other from that distance would've been hard, plus, he was paid to be close to the clients, not stay in the other corner.

"hey, don't worry," he assured when he saw his client tense up, "i won't pressure you. you said no, so it means no," he smiled and rejoiced when he saw the other smile as well, "unless you want it to mean something else," he laughed but then he saw jisung's panicked look and added, "i'm just joking. i wouldn't do that either because if you want me to stop you'd have no way of telling me."

jisung listened attentively and nodded when the statement was over. his prostitute was actually a very sensible person, to his surprise. he was sitting down next to him and for some reason he still couldn't manage to cool down. he played with the neckline of his tshirt.

"it's very hot in here.."

"yes, sorry about that," the man replied and took a sip, "you're supposed to feel warm when naked, that's why," he explained with a giggle, "but i can't stop it, it's controlled from the reception.."

"oh. it's fine then," jisung let out a sigh, "you can't really go downstairs and tell them 'hey, please turn it down because my customer is hot with his cardigan on'," he chuckled and put his hands between his thighs.

"yeah, no, i don't think so," the stranger returned with a giggle, "are you sure you don't want me to do anything for you? i can give you a blow job, or a hand job, or kiss you.."

the boy shook his head no. he left a pause and then abruptly asked.

"do you feel uncomfortable because we're just sitting here?"

"well, not really. but it's definitely a first," the man replied and laughed, "it feels like cheating, in a way. i'm supposed to be working now..," he explained and took a generous sip from the pink cup that made jisung feel very uneasy as he eyed the other's lips.

"what is it?," he asked once he felt the gaze on his lips and suddenly he was sitting so close that their thighs were touching but jisung hadn't even sensed him move.

"what are you drinking?," the boy returned a little judgementally.

"oh, it's just water. i usually don't drink when i'm working but i'm dressed up now and i'm hot," he explained to the other's unbelieving face, "here, smell it.. see? don't freak out," he chuckled as the boy dubiously sniffed the liquid in the pink cup.

"ah, alright. sorry, i got worried for a second," jisung laughed awkwardly and shifted to his previous position once he sensed that he had enough space for it now. his hands had many rings on them and at this point he was playing with them so vigorously that he was about to wear his fingers out.

"it's okay. just relax. here, i'll sit on the floor, you take the bed," the stranger offered once he saw that he wasn't going to get the other to calm down by being close to him.

"no, no, please come back.."

"no, it's fine. i've been on this bed many times," the man said but immediately reconsidered and exclaimed once he saw the other's shocked expression, "no, i didn't mean it like that.. i can promise you everything is clean.. if you knew how much your friends paid for this, and how much of that goes to me you wouldn't be worried about this," he giggled and crossed his legs on the floor.

"why do you do this?," jisung asked after a short silence. it was indeed more comfortable to sit on the bed alone. he kicked off his shoes and put his legs on the covers.

"mainly for the money," the other admitted with no pause, "but this is a job for me, not a career. i'm currently studying for my master's."

"woah, really?," jisung's eyes widened. he hadn't expected someone who does that sort of service to have a university diploma.

"yes. but i'm having fun with this honestly. as you saw, i have many rules," the man exclaimed and leaned against his hands, "and everyone here respects them."

"you do have many rules," jisung chuckled and removed his cardigan at last, "but you also respected mine. i didn't expect that.. thank you."

"of course. you can always tell me if you change your mind though, right?"

"definitely," the boy nodded and shifted into a better position. it was obvious that he was gradually getting more comfortable.

"ah, what's your name by the way?"

"jisung. what's yours?"

"minho," the man responded after a second's doubt.

"you know, i'm kind of into psychology and you're very interesting in that aspect actually.."

"oh really? why?," minho keenly returned.

"well, you're doing those things.. like, you use a coloured glass so that people wouldn't know what you're drinking. you also kissed me when i entered. i don't know what that was about but i feel like it had a purpose," jisung giggled and looked at his companion head to toe curiously.

"yes, i was testing the waters," the man explained with a chuckle of his own, "i would've decided how to continue depending on how you react. needless to say, you surprised me."

"haha, sorry. but you actually have such clever tricks, it's impressive," jisung excitedly complimented, "you probably read people better than i do.."

minho giggled and looked down, "occupational hazard."

"tell me more. what would you have done if i had asked to tie you to the bed?"

"i would've given you my favourite harness over there and let you proceed."

"w-wha.. really?"

"yes. this is permitted," minho nodded with a small smile to respond to the other's stunned expression, "if you want to, we still have time for this.."

"ah n-no. i.. i was just asking..," jisung returned. he didn't seem on the verge of breaking down anymore when speaking to the other and laid on his side, "oh, by the way, how much time do we have?"

"oh, about half of it. there are a lot of things we can still do. or we can just stay like this.. but i don't have anything that we can busy ourselves with.. except, you know, sex toys.."

"you have that kind of stuff here?," jisung's eyes went wide.

"yes. some clients like them. they are fun to use. do you want to see them?," minho smiled excitedly and tried to solicit the other's interest, in vain.

"no, i'm good," the boy chuckled and made a pause. strangely enough, he wasn't sleepy even though he wasn't doing anything, "you can come lie down next to me. the floor must be uncomfortable," he invited.

"you sure?," minho asked and received a nod. he stood up and crossed the distance between them. he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"come here, don't be shy," jisung teased and chuckled, patting the space to his side.

the other nodded and crawled next to him on the bed. his body was elongated next to jisung's and they turned to face each other.

"haha, your actions say 'this is fine' but your expression's like 'i don't get paid enough for this'," the boy laughed and laid on his back. minho smiled but didn't respond. he didn't feel bad about this or anything, he just wasn't expecting this turnout.