A Slave; A Partner (1/1)

I decided to just delete the other chapters and start writing from scratch (don't worry, i'm not deleting the chapters i've edited). i know i haven't update in like, forever, but. i'm busy and i have other fics too and ugh. so tired nowadays. anyways, i hope you guise like the update. /blows you all kisses/  ---------------- "Did I say something wrong?" Yesung asked a little worriedly, watching Leeteuk curiously when the other just rolled his eyes at him. Heechul still stood there, his eyes wide and unblinking before he stomped forward and pinched Leeteuk hard on the arm. "Are you out of your mind? You belong to this brothel! You can't have a boyfriend." He hissed, glancing around secretively before fixing his hard gaze back on Leeteuk again. "Or lack of." He sneered sarcastically and Leeteuk's eyes narrowed, looking like he could murder Heechul right this moment (if only looks could kill). "Its not up to you to decide whether I should take the risk or not. Besides, I can always chalk it up to me being chummy with my customer, its not like I haven't had those before." Leeteuk replied back cooly and Heechul raised a brow, his manicured fingers tapping against his chin. "He'll leave you before you guys even progress, because come on, " Heechul mocked, his tone nasty and cold as he leaned in close, "which guy likes to see his darling get all close to someone else?" Leeteuk froze at those words before his expression hardened again. "I don't care. So, just leave us alone." He stated frostily and Heechul pursed his lips in annoyance, looking like he wanted to slap some sense into Leeteuk before he turned around and slipped off gracefully. Yesung watched everything quietly, occasionally patting Leeteuk lightly on the back to comfort him in some way. "Are you guys always like that? So cold?" Yesung asked hesitantly and Leeteuk sighed, leaning away from Yesung's touch as he pulled both of them up together. He scrutinised his ruined clothes and sighed, fingering some of the wet lace before looking up, reluctance evident on his face. "We're actually quite close. I mean, you don't get many friends when you work in places like this, so we cherish each other a lot." Leeteuk explained, turning to walk back in the direction he came from. "Me and Heechul are particularly close and we actually made a promise not to get too caught up in others, since we can't really trust any guys that come to this place." Leeteuk continued seriously, moving into an enclosed room with wires hung everywhere and skimpy clothes strewn around, some on hangers, some not."Everyone admires our bodies, so its not difficult to be wary of whether someone is genuine or not. Heechul doesn't believe that anyone could be good out there, and I used to be like that too, but then I met you and - " Leeteuk pulled out a black mini dress that stopped short of his mid thighs and was loose around his body. " - and my views changed." Yesung felt something warm start in his heart at Leeteuk's words and he leant against the walls, watching how Leeteuk started to remove the lingerie around himself."So you've been living here ever since you were young?" He asked curiously and Leeteuk nodded, turning around to smile at him. "Don't pity me though. I hate it when people do that." He warned half-heartedly and Yesung chuckled, moving over to help undo the clasp around his back. "I doubt I can actually feel sympathy for you." Yesung whispered and Leeteuk halted his actions, letting the male pull off the lingerie for him, his smooth fingers gracing his back slightly. He turned his head just a little and was surprised at the tenderness in those eyes, which were devoid of any lust. "You're a good guy." He remarked dryly and Yesung grinned, stepping back to allow Leeteuk to step out of the lingerie. His eyes never left his face as he just went back to leaning against the walls, looking a lot like some greek god that was stationed here to watch over the world."Of course." Yesung agreed playfully, laughing when Leeteuk just deadpanned at him. As he shrugged on the black dress, the door to the dressing room opened and revealed a pretty male that was donning a ripped dress with his hair bundled around him messily. "Donghae?" Leeteuk called in confusion, wondering why the male was out so early when he'd just seen him walking into the rooms with one of his clients. "Hyung." Donghae greeted, a faint tint of pink blushing his cheeks as he moved in and gathered some clothes. "Why are you out so early?" He asked and Donghae froze, his movements stalling before he glanced up with an abashed smile. "My client was tired, I guess. He gave up after one or two rounds." He explained briefly, his eyes widening when he saw Yesung standing there with a passive look on his face. "Oh, hi. Was I interrupting something?" He asked uncertainly and Yesung just shook his head, shooting him a smile that Donghae's eyes widen. "He's, uh, a friend." Leeteuk introduced, glaring at Yesung when he snickered at that. Donghae watch the handsome male laugh for a moment before a smile curved onto his lips, lighting up his already very pretty face. "He seems like a good catch." He whispered into Leeteuk's ear as he passed him by, shooting him a wink before he let himself out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Leeteuk sighed at his darling friend's retreating back before looking back towards Yesung, a smile threatening to form when the male grinned at him. "He seems like a nice guy." He commented and Leeteuk smiled, nodding happily. "I know. He's amazing." ---------------- Heechul hated how Leeteuk always pushed made it seem like everything was his fault. It wasn't like he invented the whole no-boyfriends-if-you're-a-prostitute rule; its just the way things go around here. As a prostitute, you don't get the simple priviledges of having a loving someone watching your every move and cooing at your mistakes like you're the most wonderful thing on earth. You just don't. Because, even if the person says he loves you for who you are and that prostitution is just a job, which sane male would actually feel happy and assured when his lover is constantly having sex with different people all the damn time? None. And Heechul cared for Leeteuk. The male had been his confidant for god knows how long in this drasted place, and his normally hard and cold heart had slowly come to make some space for Leeteuk to reside in. The last thing he wanted to see was Leeteuk losing the fight in him for a ratty person that may abandon him later on when he can't take the simple and hard truth that Leeteuk was what he was. And he'd seen enough prostitutes that had broken relationships to know what would happen next, and it wasn't pretty. Leeteuk would slowly shrink into himself and shut out all outsiders, doing his job like a souless zombie and stopping all emotions in him. Heechul would rather die than let that happen (he's a little too attached to just let it slip anymore) and he really hoped that Leeteuk would wake up fast. Tinkling with the little charm bracelet that one of his clients had bought for him, he slowly changed into a sleeveless dress that hugged his slim waist snugly, only looking up when he saw Sungmin rushing over with a frantic look on his face. "The boss's friends are here. They're fucking rich, you know." Sungmin whispered under his breath, hurriedly pulling off his one-piece lingerie to change into something a little more presentable. Heechul knew what that meant. They were going to have to pleasure the friends of his boss, since they were litereally the most skilled prostitutes in this dingy place. And he also knew his boss was rich, since this little brothel was only a little hobby of his which he opened to earn a little more money. Tugging off the dress, he went to the bathroom and took a quick rinse, drying his hair expertly and combing it down in a straight curtain. His fringe had been cut recently and hung slightly over his brows, giving him a more innocent look. His face glowed radiantly and he applied some eyeliner to enhance his sharp eyes. His lips were coated in tinted gloss and his wrists donned silver bangles that he'd bought with the little wages he had. There was a soft rustling sound and Heechul glanced up to see Leeteuk stepping in, freshly showered as well and a small towel covering his slim body. "What are you wearing?" He asked and Heechul pursed his lips, turning back around to scrutinise his body for any imperfections. As usual, he found none. "The silky thing with lace." He muttered, still unwilling to converse with Leeteuk after they'd just quarrelled. Leeteuk raised a brow before helping Heechul take the chiffon gown that was decorated with dark lace and a swooping pattern. Scanning the wardrobes, he pulled out a white silk dress that was divided into three flaps before wearing it on gingerly, since the lace was expensive and the material delicate. Heechul pulled on the gown expertly, looking like such a goddess with his flaming red hair and pale skin. Leeteuk didn't look too bad himself; in fact, he was beautiful. Donghae came rushing in donning a deep blue mini dress that hugged every single curve of his body, his hair flying out behind him like a waterfall of brown shiny locks. Ryeowook was right on his tail, his petite body wrapped in a yellow dress that showed off parts of his back. They were supposed to gather in the private room at the back of the brothel, that was actually the most luxurious room in this place with the chandeliers and red velvet seats. Leeteuk led the way, bringing them to a small door at the back where Sungmin was waiting there for them, looking beautiful in the pink sheath that graced his body. The door was unlocked, which meant that the visitors had arrived, and Leeteuk took one foreboding breath, his heart wishing fervently that Yesung was here with him. Then again, maybe not, for obvious reasons. "Come in." His boss voice rung through the door and Leeteuk rolled his eyes, wondering how the male could always manage to predict when they were outside a door. Heechul reached forward and tugged at the handle, letting the door creak open with an almost ominous feel. There were suited men there, their features slight obscured in the dim shadows of the room. Their boss sat in the middle, beaming at them proudly like an owner watching his favourite dogs as they walked in. A man turned around as well, his handsome foreign face taking the breaths of the males away as he smiled. There was something very genuine in his eyes, his smile warm and gentle unlike the rest of their previous clients. Heechul felt his heart race slightly when they moved closer, his eyes boring into the Chinese man's as he tugged at his boldly laced dress. Leeteuk was scanning the rest of the people there, noting that there were only three males (excluding his boss), which meant that two of them could rest while the other three pleasured the rest. Unless the men wanted two to themselves, which Leeteuk wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Rich people had strange tastes and kinks. Suddenly, there was a soft cough from behind and Leeteuk turned around, his eyes widening at Yesung who was standing there by the door, the light framing his face gorgeously. "Ah, Yesung? And I thought you weren't going to come." His boss said in bemusement and Yesung's eyes widened, glancing up to the four men sitting there before they hardened slightly. "I wasn't actually going to come." --------------- A little update to celebrate Leeteuk's comeback. /pops champagne/ YAY.i'm sure you can guess which is which