Chapter 5 (1/2)

Kevin stirred awake to his handphone’s message tone, and quickly checked the time before reading the message. It was still fine, only twelve minutes after seven o’clock. Usually no one would find him so early in the morning.

Schedule at ten, room 804.

That’s fine, he has time to wash up and get breakfast, and maybe shop around for a while for new clothes or something. Not that it really mattered, since his clothes would be on floors half the time. However, his customers would probably like seeing something else on him, because wearing the same clothes over and over again just made people have this cheap impression.

He looked around him and suddenly remembered yesterday’s encounter, the man that left before he woke up. The man he didn’t even know the name of was a pretty curious case, wasn’t he? Young and rather built, with really deep eyes…Oh fuck, did he pay? “Damn it, that jerk, if he dares take me as a free-”

Kevin surveyed the room with a growl, before spotting a stack of cash by his neatly folded clothes, his negative thoughts then tentatively pushed away. Yet, before he could sing in praise of the man, he counted the money skilfully.

“Exactly five million, six hundred and forty two thousand won. What a miser.” Kevin rolled his eyes, before pausing. “Or he really didn’t enjoy the sex at all. Darn.”

Kevin sighed, then walking to the bathroom.

“I shall just wish I wouldn’t see him again.”

-

Kibum distractedly listened to his lecturer conduct the ever-so-boring lecture. He used to listen attentively no matter what, but is recently more and more distracted, especially after meeting his research subject.

He was quite cute, Kibum belatedly thought. In all truths, he is easily a lot more adorable than two third of his class.

As yesterday replayed in his mind, Kibum started jotting down his overall first impression. Kevin, was observant. He minded things more than he showed. He was also rather straightforward, whether or not he wants to. If he has doubts, he asks away.

A typical prostitute, but somehow giving people the impression that he’s protective of his body at the same time. That if he dared touch Kevin sexually after an hour passed, he would have to pay the price, literally.

Why didn’t he just entice Kibum into touching him and then making him pay? That was beyond Kibum, but he would find out one day.

Inquisitive, Kibum mentally added, as Kevin was seemingly intrigued by his mild reactions and his decision of finding a prostitute at his age. Kibum paused, realising the excuse of being gay and therefore finding a male prostitute wasn’t used. Must be the fatigue, Kibum sadly thought.

Now that the first meeting is done, first impression all scribbled down, how else should Kibum interact for Kevin to reveal more of himself unconsciously?

-

“I’m off.” Kibum announced as he wore his casual clothes and locked the door. Slipping into slippers instead, since it was a lot easier to take them out, Kibum then strolled to that brothel he visited the day before.

“Are you here to complain about Kevin?” The receptionist raised an eyebrow, unable to read Kibum’s neutral expression.

“No, actually, I’m here for another hour. He was good.” Kibum smiled, looking around without a care for the receptionist, unlike the day before. “Where is he?”

“Oh. Well, next time you can just give us a ring and if you have no concerns over where you both have sex at, we will always set it at the hotel you went yesterday. Kevin has a schedule, you see, so you have to call us and we will arrange a time slot. If you’re agreeable with the time, we’ll tell you the room number and he would be there on time.” The receptionist explained, giving Kibum a name card. “This is the number you call. You don’t have to trouble yourself to come here.”

“All right.” Kibum nodded, allowing himself a second to think about how advanced this brothel seemed. “Is he free now?”

“Ah, let me check.” The receptionist smiled kindly (well, she has to if Kibum was another reason why she has a pay rise), calling someone and then asking about Kevin’s schedule. From the words she used, she didn’t seem to be talking to Kevin. “Fifteen minutes more? Okay, wait, I’ll ask.”

“I’m fine with waiting for another fifteen minutes.” Kibum cut in, smiling amiably.

“Yeah, okay, book another room.” She said to the phone, before putting it down. Brightly beaming at Kibum, she then spoke. “You can now make your way to the hotel. Oh, Kevin costs five million, six hundred and fifty thousand won today.”

Kibum wrote that out in numbers in his own head, realising it was an eight thousand increase from yesterday. “What happened?”

“It’s just that he costs more after every day.” The receptionist dismissively said, smiling politely at the person behind him. “Welcome.”

Kibum thought it was her way of asking him to go to the hotel and shut up about his questions. Leaving his question at the back of his head, and mentally reminding himself to review it later, Kibum then took a walk to the hotel.

Best to save costs while he can, if Kevin’s price was going to change every single day.

-

Kevin screamed, panting hard after feeling his patron’s release in him. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the man place a cheque beside his thin arm on the same bed.

“Thanks for the night.” He said, then leaving the room silently after wearing his clothes.

Kevin reached for his phone as if whatever had happened a minute earlier was an illusion. He had heard the vibration when the man was thrusting into him, but it would be rude to reach for his phone and check what it was about.

Ten minutes, room 527.

With an inaudible sigh, Kevin quickly cleaned up the cum left in him by the previous client, wearing his clothes. He thought it was the last schedule for the night, yet it seems like there’s a sudden appointment made.

Hurrying to leave the current room because there was only a minute and twenty seconds left, he jabbed the lift button and then waited for the lift to reach him, who was on the second level. Kevin never liked to be late, and it was something he lived by. Imagine the negative thoughts that could form just because he was late for a second. He wouldn’t want any of his customers to be unpleased, because that would make his later jobs harder. “Quick…”

A soft ring indicated that the lift was here, and as the doors opened, Kevin idly wondered who would make such an abrupt appointment at this time in the night. In fact, his clients usually had to rush home to prevent suspicions from being raised from their wives, and left him to sleep in the room for the night. The bed in the hotel is a lot more comfortable than the cheap one he bought back in the dormitory, afterall.

“Oh, hello.” Kibum greeted before Kevin could register how this face looked so familiar as he walked in. “Going to the fifth floor?”

Kevin furrowed his eyebrows gently and realised this was the man from the previous night. Processing his words, he then nodded warily, eyes scanning the man. “How do you know?”

“Oh, I happen to be going there too.” Kibum shrugged, staring at their distance. It was as if Kevin was afraid of him or just didn’t want anything to do with him.

Would be interesting to see Kevin suddenly cling onto him when he realised he was the next appointment.

The lift stopped at the fifth level and the two exited. Kevin turned left, already knowing the hotel pretty well, while Kibum searched around for a toilet. He had the key, but better to build suspense in Kevin’s heart, not letting him realise he was playing mind games with him. This was going to be fun.

“Kevin, where is the washroom?” Kibum asked, for the first time calling Kevin by his name.

The prostitute stopped in his tracks, turning around hesitantly and wondering if he was feeling kind today. “Go down three rooms and turn to the left. Follow the walkway and turn right.”

“Thanks.” Kibum smiled, but Kevin didn’t look long enough to see it.

So he had a careless attitude to those he wasn’t entertaining? Cruel, how very cruel, but that made Kibum even more excited to see that shocked expression that would flash across Kevin’s beautiful features.

He smirked as he washed his hands, adjusted his clothes and did all he could do in the toilet to waste time. Checking the time, he chuckled, making Kevin wait exactly three minutes and fifteen seconds at the moment. With confident steps, he then stepped out of the washroom and headed back to the main walkway, noticing Kevin waiting outside a room. Kevin was looking at the lift with sharp eyes, trying to figure out who his next client was apparently.

Kibum then took the opposite route to avoid Kevin’s sight range, casually strolling and watching Kevin check his watch in worry.

How should he let Kevin know he’s the one actually?

“Waited for quite some time, huh?” Kibum said before he could actually consider if those words were what he wanted to use, the impression he wanted to give.