[M] SIX (1/1)

Includes non-descriptive smut and obvious trigger warnings for prostitution i can't write smut in detail i'm sorry ;;n;;♡ 卖淫 ♡Lu Han grumbled loudly as he rolled over, turning off the alarm for the umpteenth time before slumping back down into the comfort of his pillows. He has never been a morning person, nor will he ever be, no matter how many times Minseok tried in vain to push him out of the bed whenever he got up for work at six in the morning. Despite the warmth that the early morning sun would bring in through the broken blinds every morning; Lu Han just couldn't find it in himself to get up before 11am. He just couldn't.

Luckily for him, his job was mostly in the evening apart from the few odd afternoon appointments. Subsequently, Kris was lenient when it came to office hours (not that Lu Han really had office hours but he was sometimes pulled in for the odd company meeting or company party planning) and didn't mind if Lu Han came through the doors later than everyone else, not even batting an eye when Lu Han stumbled in well after noon. However, his line of work was particularly more demanding than the others, in some sense. Lu Han constantly had to look good, smell good, be on time and please the people that had booked him for up to eight hours. He didn't sleep overnight with his clients, and most of them didn't want it anyway. Payment (always first, he had trust issues and liked to be paid first) followed by fucking, followed by a smooth albeit quick departure from the red room, hotel or wherever the client had requested they meet.Lu Han allowed himself to roll out of the bed, picking his body up and walking to the kitchen of his apartment slowly. He sniffed the air, warm but... aromatic. The source was, of course, a mug of steaming coffee on the countertop, with a sticky note underneath it.

Figured you could use this. You're working late tonight, aren't you?

I'll leave some jajangmyeon out for you for when you come back

I love you - M He smiled, blush crawling up his neck and into his cheeks. Jeez, when did he ever agree to date this dork? He took the warm mug in his hands and sipped it, smiling softly as the warm heat trickled down his throat, warming his whole body as he trudged back into the bedroom and sitting on the windowsill. He allowed himself 15 more minutes of sitting there, blinking slowly and sleepily while drinking down the coffee eagerly. Minseok had bought a special coffee presser to fulfill his ever-strong need and love for coffee; and he utterly refused to have instant coffee, no matter what the circumstance. Lu Han reluctantly set down the mug on the bedside table before moving sluggishly to have a shower and get dressed. He checked his phone; his first client was at 2pm, followed by another three at 5pm, 8pm and 11pm. He sighed, but honestly he knew that he'd had worse. When he'd first joined Kris' company, one night he'd had six people in one evening just to test out his endurance. Kris had hastily told him a few days later that he'd never have so many clients in one night again, much to Lu Han's happiness. Once he was clean and dressed, Lu Han grabbed his keys from the bowl (homemade, he and Minseok had made it one time when they had gone to a beach resort and hilariously tried out a pottery class) by the door, before closing it and running down the apartment stairs to catch his bus.  Lu Han made it to the hotel his client requested half an hour early, so he used the time to get into the room (expensive looking, not a suite but not regular either) to change into tighter fitting clothes (minus an oversized shirt), shucked off his shoes and ordered champagne to the room. The room itself was being paid for by his client (Tae-Woong, 38, divorced) and anything added to it would be charged to his credit card, so he figured he could add a luxury here and there. As far as he knew, the guy only wanted a quick fuck since he was only paying for two hours; so Lu Han was only earning 75000 won for it, but money was money and he wasn't going to argue. Just as he was settling on the bed, he heard the sound of a hotel card being slotted into the door, accepted and the heavy door pushed open.

"Hello Taewoong-sshi, how are you?" Lu Han asked politely, wh