Room 307; krischen // oneshot // NC17
Room 307
NC17
Kris/Chen
Jongdae is a host and Yifan is his new client who messes with his head.
Originally posted here for chenpionships.
"Chen, Room 307."
Jongdae nods his head as he fixes his hair in the mirror. He applies a tiny bit of lip gloss and smacks his lips together afterwards. Running his hands over the front of his shirt to ensure there are no creases, Jongdae ignores the scoff from his co-worker behind him when he smirks to himself in the mirror. He is ready for another night of work.
Room 307 is located at the back of the club where Jongdae works. It is a room with the highest hourly charge, and a room that Jongdae frequents as the top-ranking host by the name of Chen.
Jongdae walks down the dimly lit hallway to the room, the heels of his polished shoes clicking softly against the black marble floor with every step. He reaches the room and puts on his best smile as he swings the door open, eyeing his client who's already sitting on the plush couch.
"Hello again," Jongdae greets as he walks towards his client. "I see you've started without me."
Jongdae's client only pats the space next to him and Jongdae walks over, watching as his client downs a shot.
"Rough week, Sehun?"
Sehun only shakes his head and pours himself another glass as Jongdae takes a seat next to him. Jongdae takes the bottle of alcohol from Sehun and continues pouring it for him, his eyes on Sehun's face. He looks tired and there are horrible eye bags under his eyes but that does not make him look any less attractive. Jongdae's eyes travel down and he notices Sehun's tie is loose, and the top button of his shirt undone.
"Thanks," Sehun smiles slightly as he takes the glass Jongdae offers him.
"What shall I do for you today?" Jongdae asks.
"Just accompany me."
Sehun really needs the company. From his past experiences of Sehun babbling to him when he is drunk, Jongdae knows Sehun is leading a company his father had passed down to him. He knows Sehun lives alone in an apartment on the top floor in one of the most expensive buildings in Seoul, and is constantly bothered by arranged marriage proposals from his parents. He knows Sehun is lonely.
So Jongdae sits there for the rest of the night and pours shots for Sehun, one after another. No words are exchanged. He finishes a few bottles by himself with Jongdae drinking only a shot or two to appease Sehun. Jongdae hardly ever drinks on the job. He is not by any means a lightweight, but he prefers to be sober and clear-headed while working.
"Chen," Sehun mumbles, eyes closed.
"Hmm?" Jongdae turns towards Sehun, half expecting incomprehensible nonsense to spill from Sehun's mouth.
"Thank you," Sehun says just before he passes out, head dropping onto Jongdae's shoulder.
It's four in the morning and Jongdae sighs, pulling out Sehun's phone and calling his driver. This has happened too many times and Jongdae is used to the routine he has to do to get Sehun home. He gets Sehun's head off his shoulder and lays him down on the sofa, getting up to grab Sehun's briefcase on the floor to place it just next to him. He leaves the phone next to Sehun's head and leaves the room.
When Jongdae gets back to the room where his group of hosts wait, he finds his co-workers Jongin and Kyungsoo lounging on individual sofas. Jongin is mostly half-asleep with his phone in his hands and Kyungsoo is fiddling with his tablet.
"Hey," Kyungsoo greets, looking up from his device.
"Hey," Jongdae replies, sinking down next to Kyungsoo on the couch.
"Tough night?"
"Just pouring drinks, the usual. My client passed out," Jongdae shrugs.
Kyungsoo hums to show he's listening, fingers sliding on the screen of his tablet. Jongdae peeks and sees that Kyungsoo is playing Candy Crush and he rolls his eyes.
"Don't judge me," Kyungsoo says without even looking away from his game.
The door to their room opens and Luhan walks in with a bright smile on his face. Jongdae doesn’t understand how he looks so cheerful all the time, even at four in the morning. He, on the other hand, just wants to go home and sleep, even though all he did was to pour drinks.
"Well, you look happy," Jongdae remarks.
"I just spent the last few hours with my favourite client. Of course I'm happy!" Luhan replies with a grin, knocking Jongin's feet off the couch despite the boy's protests and sits down.
Jongdae snorts and leans his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes as he sighs. He’s pretty sure that Luhan and his favourite client are fucking but it is not his or the club’s problem so he doesn’t say anything about it. He feels someone snuggle up to his side and he opens an eye to see Kyungsoo making himself comfortable next to him, head resting on his shoulder. Kyungsoo has always been a little bit cuddly and Jongdae is the only one in the room who doesn’t mind so he lets Kyungsoo be. He goes back to his position and is nearly dozing off before he hears the door open and he knows the last of their group, Zitao, has just come in.
“I’m so tired,” Zitao whines as he plops down on the couch next to Jongin and Luhan, half of him sitting on Jongin instead.
“Get off me, you’re heavy,” Jongin groans, shoving Zitao who responds with a yelp and a smack to Jongin’s arm.
Jongdae clicks his tongue at them, lifting his head to glare at them and the two youngest members of their small group immediately shut up with sheepish looks on their faces. Every single one of them in the room is exhausted and they should know better than to bicker pointlessly.
“When is Joonmyun coming?” Jongdae asks no one in particular.
“I’m here,” Joonmyun calls out as the door to their room opens again.
Jongdae grins at him despite being drained of all energy because he knows that it is nearly time to go home whenever Joonmyun comes to their room. Kim Joonmyun is one of the club’s managers and he takes care of all their scheduled appointments and sometimes even their personal needs. Joonmyun has always been good at taking care of people and Jongdae likes that he can depend on Joonmyun when it comes to work. Joonmyun is pretty young, even younger than Luhan, and often Jongdae wonders why he would choose this job when there is probably plenty of other vacancies open for him but then he knows he would not trust anyone else, and Joonmyun must be pretty good at what he does if he’s assigned to their group of top hosts a few months after he first joined.
“Finally, hyung,” Jongin exclaims.
Joonmyun only smiles and pulls up a chair in front of them, sitting down and crossing his legs. There is a few sheets of paper in his hands and that means one among the five of them has a new client.
“I know you are all tired so I’m going to make this quick. Luhan and Zitao, I will need you to help me with the new hosts tomorrow. There’s been a few complaints from patrons,” Joonmyun rubs at his temple as he lets out a sigh, and Jongdae snickers when Luhan and Zitao groan simultaneously. “And Jongdae, you have a new client coming in next Friday.”
Jongdae raises his eyebrow in question as he looks at Joonmyun who only shrugs in response. The clients who book specific time slots with the hosts are usually busy businessmen with a lot of money to waste but Jongdae doesn’t complain because he gets paid much more as compared to when he’s out in the main room entertaining different customers once a week when he’s not booked for the night.
“He actually came in and was about to get a regular host when he saw the file with all your pictures and requested a time slot with Chen,” Joonmyun explains. “Pretty hot, I must say. Young, tall and handsome. Your kind of guy, Jongdae.”
“Why am I always stuck with older ones? That’s not fair,” Jongin whines.
“It’s your face, Jongin. You only appeal to older men,” Luhan laughs.
Jongin proceeds to throw a badly-aimed pillow at Luhan’s face and he misses, the pillow hitting Joonmyun square in the face instead.
“I’m giving you only the older men from now on,” Joonmyun threatens playfully.
Luhan bursts into a fit of laughter and Zitao joins him, both enjoying the look of extreme horror on Jongin’s face. Jongdae can hear Kyungsoo giggle softly from where his head is still resting against Jongdae’s shoulder and he smiles. He has always enjoyed the company of his co-workers and they do make his work life a little bit more fun and bearable, not that he doesn’t like his job.
“Time to go home, guys. I’ll see you tonight,” Joonmyun wraps up, noticing that it’s nearly five in the morning.
Jongdae pats Kyungsoo’s thigh and the latter pulls away, rubbing at his eyes with his fists and standing up to gather his belongings. Jongdae grabs his bag and follows after Luhan, who is waiting for him at the door. Luhan is always the one dropping him off at home after work since they live close to each other, and also because Luhan is good friends with Jongdae’s housemate, Zhang Yixing, who has threatened to burn his collection of plush toys if he does not get Jongdae home safe. No one ever touches Luhan’s collection of plush toys.
Luhan drops Jongdae off in front of his apartment building after a twenty minute drive and bids him goodnight, Jongdae waving as Luhan drives away. Jongdae takes the elevator up to the eighth floor and walks down to his apartment at the end of the corridor. The heels of his shoes clicking against the marbled floor is deafening on the otherwise silent floor and Jongdae considers tip-toeing but he figures nobody will be up at half past five in the morning anyway. He reaches his door and keys in his passcode, unlocking the door with a beep and toeing off his shoes when the door closes behind him.
“You’re home,” Jongdae hears and he curiously walks to the hall where he finds Yixing standing by his piano.
“Yeah, Luhan sent me home as usual. Why are you up?” Jongdae asks, moving towards the kitchen where he knows food will be waiting for him. Yixing always leaves food for him to eat when he comes back from work.
“Woke up and suddenly found inspiration. Thought I’d write it down before I lose it,” Yixing replies, joining Jongdae in the kitchen and taking the plate of cold food off the counter.
Jongdae watches Yixing from his spot on the tall stool at the counter as he heats up the food in the microwave. Yixing composes music and then sells them off to mostly entertainment companies for a living, and he is doing so well Jongdae is proud of him. Jongdae and Yixing first met in the first year of high school when Jongdae was the loud obnoxious kid and Yixing was the shy transfer student from China. Jongdae had immediately taken a liking to Yixing because of his dimples, and had spent a good week chasing after Yixing just to poke at them and screaming “dimples” at the top of his lungs. Yixing, being a good sport, had taken it well, deliberately smiling whenever he sees Jongdae around the corner. The two had hit it off right after, and Jongdae had proclaimed Yixing his new best friend.
“Thanks,” Jongdae smiles as Yixing sets the plate in front of him.
Yixing says nothing, grabbing two mugs from a cupboard above the sink and putting the kettle on.
“Are you not going back to sleep after this?” Jongdae asks around his mouthful of chicken.
“I don’t think so,” Yixing answers, pouring hot water into the two mugs after placing the tea bags into them. “Baekhyun will be up in an hour anyway.”
Byun Baekhyun lives with Jongdae and Yixing and teaches Literature at a nearby high school. Jongdae and Baekhyun go way back to elementary school where they played together in the field whenever they had a break. Baekhyun had always been as annoying as Jongdae was and the two clicked, and they have been together as best friends ever since. They had unfortunately gone to separate middle and high schools but met again in college and together with Yixing, had made the decision to move in together.
“I’m going to shower and sleep,” Jongdae yawns, standing up to put his plate in the sink and Yixing tells him to leave the dishes.
Jongdae smiles gratefully at his friend and walks to his room, passing by Baekhyun's and peeking in to see him still fast asleep. He grabs a towel and slips into their shared bathroom after placing his bag down on his bed. He hears Yixing moving around the kitchen, probably fixing breakfast for Baekhyun, before he shuts the door.
He takes his shower with slightly warm water, choosing to stand under the shower head to let the water run and wash him. He thinks about Yixing and Baekhyun and how lucky he is to have them, about his co-workers and how they make his work life even more bearable, and about work and how he has a new client coming in next week. He sighs and wonders what his new client looks like. Would he be as tall and handsome as Sehun or would he be better? Joonmyun is always vague when giving information on new clients and sometimes Jongdae hates it but he knows it's just to make them wonder and prepare themselves for both the best and the worst. Jongdae shouldn't worry though, Joonmyun always gives him the best clients. Or rather, the best clients always choose him.
So he has nothing to worry about.
The week passes by with Jongdae being booked every night by Sehun and two other clients and Friday comes before Jongdae realises it. He only remembers his new client when Joonmyun comes in before his appointment on Friday night and reminds him about it.
“Are you prepared?” Joonmyun asks as Jongdae fixes his shirt.
Jongdae shrugs to appear nonchalant but he is actually pretty nervous, if he was to be honest with himself. He has never been so nervous so he wonders why he is feeling this way this time round, but then there is no time for him to be mulling over such trivial matter when his new client is coming in twenty minutes. According to Joonmyun, he has booked him for five hours, from 12am to 5am and Jongdae is both anxious and a little excited at the prospect of a new boy to look at.
“Good luck. I hope he’s as nice as he looks,” Joonmyun smiles before leaving the room.
Jongdae walks down the familiar hallway to Room 307, where his new client will be in a few minutes’ time. He decides to go in early and wait instead of making his client wait for him like he did with Sehun since he figures he should leave a good impression to make him come back for more. He sits down on the couch and crosses his legs, checking that the table in front of him has enough glasses and the correct bottle of liquor his client had bought beforehand when he booked his slot with Jongdae.
His new client proves to be good at keeping promises because he appears exactly at midnight, knocking on the door twice before opening it and peeking in. Jongdae stands from his position on the couch and bows his head slightly in greeting while gesturing for him to take a step inside. The door opens fully and Jongdae has to force himself to stop scanning him up and down because damn he is tall and Jongdae’s sure his client is at least a full head taller than him. He’s dressed in a dark suit with a white shirt and a black skinny tie, his hair falling over his forehead and a small smile playing on his lips. He has a dark brown leather briefcase in his right hand (which also seems huge to Jongdae) and a pen and handkerchief in his suit pocket.
He’s probably a big shot in whichever company he works for.
“Hello,” Jongdae greets him. “Take a seat.”
The man walks past Jongdae and he is a full head taller than Jongdae, at the very least. Jongdae inhales discreetly and recognises his cologne to be Armani Code by Giorgio Armani which has his knees go jelly because it smells heavenly and he resists the urge to keep on inhaling because he definitely doesn’t want to appear creepy in front of this insanely hot client.
“I’m Chen,” Jongdae introduces himself, still standing.
“I’m Wu Yifan,” he grins.
Jongdae watches as Yifan loosens the knot of his tie to undo the button of his collar and he swallows at the sight of the collarbone that peeks out from beneath the fabric. His current clients have shown more skin than Yifan is right now but they have never gotten him to react like this. It’s a first and it honestly scares Jongdae a little but being the professional that he is, Jongdae pushes all his thoughts to the back of his mind and starts to open the bottle of Don Julio tequila Yifan had bought. He pours a bit of the golden liquid into a glass and hands it over to Yifan who takes it gratefully. Their fingers brush and Jongdae feels a jolt up his spine.
“What can I do for you today?” Jongdae asks and sits down next to Yifan, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning down to rest his head on his fist to look up at Yifan.
“First, pour yourself a glass,” Yifan pushes the bottle towards Jongdae.
Jongdae reaches for it and pours some for himself, taking the glass in his hand and leaning back and towards Yifan, their arms brushing. Yifan looks down at him as their glasses clink together in a silent toast and Jongdae turns away from Yifan to take his sip before he sets the glass down on the table in front of him.
“So, can I ask more about you or is that not allowed?” Yifan asks.
“I suppose it depends on what questions you’re asking,” Jongdae shrugs. “Try me.”
“How old are you?”
Jongdae weighs his options before he answers with a “22” and a smile on his face. Yifan looks at him with a raised eyebrow and his smile falters and maybe Jongdae should have added a few more years to his actual age because it seems like Yifan is judging him.
“That’s young, but I guess that’s okay. I’m 25,” Yifan answers, swallowing down the rest of the contents in his glass.
Jongdae moves to refill his glass while Yifan watches and Jongdae can feel his eyes raking all over his body and for once, he doesn’t mind. It happens every day but Jongdae never gets used to it but somehow he doesn’t mind when Yifan is the one doing it. It makes him feel wanted and it may be the authoritative aura Yifan emits but Jongdae feels like giving himself up to Yifan. It scares him a little bit more than before.
“What do you do?” Jongdae asks, back on the couch and next to Yifan. He turns his body to face him and brings his arm up to rest on the headrest and leans his head against his fist, also folding one leg up.
“I’m a managing director in one of the big companies.”
Jongdae whistles at this, clearly impressed. Yifan chuckles at his reaction and Jongdae’s cheeks flush bright red. He clears his throat and turns away, looking everywhere but at Yifan.
“Sing for me,” Yifan requests.
“Sing?” Jongdae turns, slightly startled.
“Yeah, the book says it’s one of your specialties,” Yifan says while playing with the rim of his glass and keeping his eyes on Jongdae, a small smirk on his face.
Jongdae feels his face burning as he moves towards the karaoke machine plugged into the widescreen television, tossing the remote at Yifan for him to choose any song. Jongdae has sung most of the songs and he’s pretty sure Yifan will end up choosing a sexy song like the rest of his clients usually do.
Except Jongdae’s taken aback when Yifan doesn’t and chooses a soft ballad instead. Jongdae sings it anyway, pulling the high and long notes flawlessly and leaving Yifan to stare at him in awe. When the song comes to an end, Yifan gives him a standing ovation and Jongdae feels like Yifan is being too nice.
Yifan is different from his other clients who would have ordered him to dance to a sexually provocative song and wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Yifan is different, good different, and Jongdae doesn’t mind the change even if it frightens him when he’s incredibly flustered for the rest of the night. Jongdae blames it on the alcohol.
Jongdae also blames it on the alcohol when he has to resist the urge to hug Yifan goodbye when he finally leaves at half past three in the morning. Instead, he settles for a smile and a wave.
Yifan comes back every Friday, ordering a different bottle of hard liquor every appointment. Jongdae’s concerned about his alcohol intake because Yifan always finishes most of it, but what confuses him more is that Yifan is sober when he leaves every night. He’s either really good at hiding it when he’s drunk, or has an extremely high alcohol tolerance. Jongdae hopes it’s the latter.
“He’s been back a few times already,” Luhan comments one day as they wait in their room.
It’s a Friday and Yifan has been back to their club for a number of appointments. Jongdae is secretly looking forward to his meeting with Yifan but he doesn’t let anyone know. He doesn’t let anyone know how Yifan always manages to make him blush like a school girl with a crush or how there is something fluttering in his stomach whenever Yifan comes close either. He also ignores the erratic beating of his heart whenever he lays his eyes on him.
Jongdae pushes the door to Room 307 open with a huge smile but it falters when he’s greeted by a tall lanky man with brown hair instead of the usual blonde. Yifan could have changed his hair colour, Jongdae hopes, but it comes crashing down when his client looks up and he gets a wide toothy grin with eyes too big.
“Chen!” he exclaims.
“Chanyeol,” Jongdae replies with a nod of his head, the door closing quietly behind him.
Nights with Chanyeol are the same every time. He would order a bottle of vodka, force Jongdae to drink half of it and get him to sing and dance to sexy songs even though Jongdae would try to convince him otherwise by saying he has two left feet, which is true. Chanyeol will say it doesn’t matter and Jongdae would be left with no choice but to do whatever Chanyeol asks of him. He has a feeling Chanyeol isn’t the type to just sit down and keep quiet when not given something he wants.
“Come, come,” Chanyeol pats the space next to him and Jongdae walks over.
Chanyeol puts his arm around Jongdae’s shoulder the moment he sits down. Jongdae inwardly flinches when he finds himself comparing Chanyeol to Yifan. Yifan’s arm is softer and more comfortable than Chanyeol’s hard muscled arm. They’re about the same height, that’s for sure, but maybe Yifan is a little taller. Yifan also has broader shoulders and although Chanyeol’s smile is nice and constantly on his face, Jongdae prefers Yifan’s reserved and small ones.
He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels a hand go up his inner thigh and Jongdae stops Chanyeol by grabbing his wrist firmly and pushing his hand away as gently as he can. He doesn’t want to offend Chanyeol but he’s always trying to feel him up and Jongdae doesn’t like it. It’s even worse because he isn’t even attracted to him. Sure, Chanyeol is tall and handsome and exactly his type but Jongdae doesn’t want him.
Jongdae wants a tall, handsome blonde man who goes by the name of Yifan.
And this is when Jongdae realises he’s in trouble.
“Fuck,” Jongdae curses when he enters their waiting room, startling Kyungsoo and Luhan who were lounging on the couches.
“Did something happen?” Kyungsoo asks, already beside Jongdae and leading him to sit down.
“Did he do something?” Luhan asks, throwing his phone into his bag in favour of sitting on Jongdae’s other side.
Jongdae buries his face in his hands and he groans. He shouldn’t have allowed his thoughts to go down that path because now it’s all he thinks about and he can’t stop no matter how hard he tries. His mind is full of Yifan, Yifan, and Yifan.
“It was another client tonight,” Jongdae starts. “But I could only think of one person.”
He mumbles the last part in hopes that the other two wouldn’t hear but they did and they exchange glances with each other before turning their attention back to their friend.
“And?” Luhan probes.
“I want him.”
Even if expected, this shocks Luhan and Kyungsoo because Jongdae has never wanted anyone in the time he has worked at the club. He’s always strictly professional and Luhan admires him because Luhan couldn’t keep his hands off his favourite client Minseok even if he tried. Jongdae keeps his relationships with his clients on a business level and never has he expressed any interest in any of them.
“Why?” Kyungsoo asks.
“I don’t know,” Jongdae whines. “He’s tall and handsome and exactly my type-”
“All your clients are your type,” Luhan cuts in.
“-and he always does this thing where he smiles politely and he’s never tried to do anything funny. He’s always nice and gentlemanly and he compliments me all the time.”
“And your heart?” Kyungsoo asks again when he sees Jongdae clutching onto the material of his shirt on the left side of his chest.
“It goes crazy,” Jongdae mumbles sadly, burying his head in the space between Kyungsoo’s jaw and shoulder.
“You like him.”
“Are you nuts, Luhan? How can I?” Jongdae snaps, sitting upright.
“Oh my God, you’re in denial,” Luhan sighs.
Jongdae ignores Luhan and continues whining to Kyungsoo who just strokes his hair and lets Jongdae go on and on about Yifan and how he doesn’t have any flaws.
“Have you two ever, like, liked someone?” Jongdae asks his housemates on a rare day when they all get to eat breakfast together.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun answers nonchalantly while looking over his notes for his classes.
“Why?” Yixing asks while spreading strawberry jam on a slice of bread and handing it over to Jongdae.
“What does it feel like?”
Baekhyun looks up from his notes and looks over at Yixing, who has stopped preparing breakfast for everyone to stare at Jongdae. Baekhyun does the same and Jongdae has no idea why they’re looking at him like that.
“Do you like someone?”
“Who is it?”
Jongdae shakes his head violently but Yixing and Baekhyun both know something is up when Jongdae reddens and tries to hide his face after the useless shake of his head.
“It’s that new client, isn’t it?” Baekhyun smirks.
Jongdae sighs and nods, playing with the scrambled eggs on his plate.
“Finally,” Yixing grins.
“You’re not supposed to be supporting me! You’re supposed to be all mother-like and keep me locked in my room so I won’t ever see this guy,” Jongdae protests and brandishes his fork at Yixing.
“I am being mother-like by supporting you. God knows how long it’s been since you’ve had feelings for someone,” Yixing shrugs.
Jongdae only pouts at Yixing’s response and continues playing with his food. Even his best friends aren’t of any help.
The next time Jongdae meets Yifan, he’s determined. If he can’t get Yifan to reciprocate his feelings then he wants at least one night with him even if he knows he will end up wanting more. That is, only if Yifan wants to.
Jongdae walks into the room and he’s surprised when he sees Yifan already sitting and drinking by himself. Normally Jongdae would be the earlier one and if he wasn’t, Yifan would always wait for him before they start drinking together.
“Are you okay?” Jongdae asks carefully, taking a seat next to Yifan.
“Yeah,” Yifan replies, pouring himself another shot even before Jongdae could offer his services. “I’m trying to get drunk but I can’t. I hate my high tolerance for alcohol sometimes.”
“Why are you trying to get drunk?” Jongdae’s bewildered.
“Because I’m going to try do something.”
They make eye contact and Jongdae sees in Yifan’s eyes lust and a little bit of affection but that could be only him. Jongdae shakes that thought away and scoots closer, hand landing on Yifan's thigh as Yifan's own hand grabs onto the lapel of his jacket to pull him in roughly.
Their lips meet and in a stark contrast to how Yifan had pulled him in, the kiss is soft and sensual. Yifan's lips are slightly chapped and dry and he tastes a little bit like alcohol but Jongdae likes it anyway and pushes himself further into Yifan's embrace. A strong arm wraps around his waist and hoists him up onto Yifan's lap, Jongdae straddling Yifan's hips. He pushes his hand into Yifan's hair to tilt his head up for a better angle and their lips slide against each other in a way that makes Jongdae dizzy and want. A large warm hand comes up to wrap around his neck to pull him down more and Jongdae shivers. He feels a little more breathless than he should be.
Jongdae startles when the hand around his waist travels down to the front of his pants. Fingers play with his zipper and it's obvious enough that Yifan wants him tonight with the way the fingers press into his crotch through the material of his pants.
"Not here," Jongdae whispers against Yifan's lips, panting softly when they finally pull away from each other.
"Mine?" Yifan asks with his hand going down Jongdae's back from his neck to rest just above the curve of his ass.
"Yeah, just let me," Jongdae trails and never finishes his sentence, getting off Yifan.
Yifan grabs his coat and briefcase with one hand and holds Jongdae's with the other. Jongdae blames the flush of his cheeks on their kiss and leads Yifan to the back exit where usually only employees are allowed. They pass by Luhan and Jongin on their way out and Jongdae swears he's going to kill Luhan after that wolf whistle. He hears Yifan chuckle beside him and he glances up, catching Yifan's eyes and he feels warm inside when Yifan squeezes his hand.
They get into Yifan's car and Jongdae glues himself to Yifan's side in the back seat while the driver moves off, or rather Yifan forces Jongdae to stick to him with the heavy arm around his waist. Jongdae feels lips grazing the shell of his ear and he resists the urge to respond with his own touches because he doesn't want to do anything with Yifan's driver in the front seat.
Jongdae sends a text to Luhan and tells him to please drop his belongings at his place after work and Luhan tells him he will and to go get some. Jongdae replies with a crude finger emoticon and types another text to both Yixing and Baekhyun to tell them he won't be coming home after work and that Luhan will be dropping by with his things. Baekhyun responds with a "finally" and Yixing simply sends a thumbs up.
His phone is plucked from his hands and Yifan drops it into his briefcase. Jongdae has the decency to look sorry for texting with him around and Yifan smiles down at him in a way that Jongdae interprets as he understands. They stop outside an expensive-looking building after a twenty-minute drive and Yifan pulls Jongdae into the elevator, trapping him in against the wall after pressing the button for his floor. Penthouse, Jongdae notices.
"Where were we?" Yifan asks, nipping at Jongdae's left ear.
Jongdae doesn't answer and pulls Yifan away from his ear and towards his lips for a searing kiss to show him instead, fingers entangling in Yifan's blonde hair. He stands on his toes because Yifan is way too tall for him to enjoy the kiss properly without straining his neck and he presses himself up against Yifan’s warm body. The elevator dings when they reach Yifan’s floor and the doors open to his doorstep. Jongdae raises his eyebrow at this and stares up at Yifan who only shrugs.
Yifan leads Jongdae inside and slams the door close, lips finding Jongdae’s again as he flings his briefcase aside and tries to navigate his way around the house to his bedroom with a needy Jongdae clinging onto him. He finally finds his room and throws the door open, not bothering to close it afterwards because nobody is home anyway. It’s always been Yifan alone.
Jongdae is thrown onto the bed and Yifan climbs up shortly after, tie already undone and somewhere on the floor. He looks down at him in a way that makes Jongdae’s head spin because he looks a lot like he’s in love and Jongdae refuses to believe it. He brings his hands up instead and starts on the button of Yifan’s shirt, pushing the fabric of his broad shoulders when he’s done undoing all the buttons. He runs his hand down Yifan’s torso, feeling the warm skin beneath his palm and stopping at the waistband of Yifan’s pants.
“Go on,” Yifan prompts him, bringing his head down to leave barely-there kisses along Jongdae’s neck.
Doing as told, Jongdae unbuttons the pants and brings the zipper down, pushing it down Yifan’s hips and letting Yifan shuck them off on his own. He cups Yifan’s half-hard cock through the material of his boxer briefs and relishes in the moan that Yifan lets out into his ear. Feeling a bit bolder, Jongdae shoves his hand inside and wraps it around his cock, tugging at it and it doesn’t take long for Yifan to be fully erect. He’s big, bigger than Jongdae had expected and he wonders how it’s going to fit.
Yifan nearly rips off Jongdae’s jacket and shirt with his hands, taking them off none too kindly and throwing them behind him. He does quick work on Jongdae’s pants and briefs, also discarding them and he slides down Jongdae’s body, leaving kisses and sucking on random patches of skin on his way down. He feels like he’s hit jackpot when Jongdae moans the moment he latches his lips on the skin just above his belly button. Yifan grins and sucks hard, making Jongdae arch his back and his hands grab onto Yifan’s hair roughly.
“Yifan,” Jongdae whines when Yifan continues going down until he faces Jongdae’s erection.
He takes him into his mouth without hesitation, lips wrapping around the head of his cock and sucking. His tongue plays with the slit of Jongdae’s cock, dipping in slightly, and the grip on his hair becomes tighter, making Yifan wince inwardly. Jongdae pushes Yifan’s head down more, forcing Yifan to take more of him into his mouth. It’s been so long since Jongdae has had someone touch him other than his own hand and he plans to enjoy it as much as he can.
Jongdae bucks his hips up into Yifan’s mouth who responds by hollowing his cheeks and the heat around his cock nearly drives Jongdae crazy. He attempts to fuck up into his mouth again but the large hands on his hips stop him from doing so. Jongdae thrashes on the bed as Yifan’s tongue licks up a stripe on the underside of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum that’s gathering at the slit. The room is filled with obscene sucking sounds and it makes Jongdae feel hotter.
Whining at the loss of the heat around his cock when Yifan pulls away, Jongdae pulls him up and licks his way into Yifan’s mouth. He can slightly taste himself on Yifan’s tongue and Jongdae moans, hand reaching down to stroke Yifan languidly.
“Wait here,” Yifan says into Jongdae’s mouth as he stands and walks over to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room.
Jongdae watches as Yifan walks, eyes roaming up and down Yifan’s fit figure. His thighs look firm and strong even at a distance, and Jongdae figures he’ll just have to test it out himself later. Yifan walks back to the bed with a bottle of lube and a foil packet, throwing it on the bed and it lands next to Jongdae’s hips while Yifan climbs back onto the bed.
Yifan nudges Jongdae’s legs apart and he spreads them open willingly, bringing his knees up to expose himself to Yifan. He feels a little embarrassed because it’s been a while since he’s been with someone despite his occupation. Yifan grins down at him and instantly Jongdae feels warm all over, not only from the rising temperature in the room and Yifan’s warm body.
Jongdae feels a lubed finger at his hole before it pushes in and it feels uncomfortable at first. The intrusion feels foreign after so long and Yifan waits until Jongdae gives him the okay to add in another. With two fingers inside him scissoring him open, Jongdae briefly wonders if Yifan’s fingers are even enough preparation.
Adding in yet another long finger and continuing to work Jongdae open, Yifan’s eyes trained on Jongdae’s face as it twists in pleasure. Jongdae meets his eyes and gives him a reassuring smile to let him know that he’s okay. It feels a lot like Yifan is focused on bringing him pleasure first instead of focusing on his own needs. It doesn’t feel like a one night stand anymore.
Yifan removes his fingers and Jongdae whimpers, feeling empty. Covering his cock with a copious amount of lube after rolling on a condom, Yifan positions himself at Jongdae’s hole with the blunt head brushing against it. Jongdae nods and Yifan pushes the head in, Jongdae gasping at the sheer size of it. The fingers definitely wasn’t enough preparation.
He pushes in inch by inch, stilling when he’s fully sheathed to let Jongdae adjust to his size. Jongdae has his eyes closed in pain as he bites onto his lips to stop himself from screaming. His body is protesting and Yifan is too big but Jongdae wants it. Jongdae wants him.
“I think you can move now,” Jongdae says as he opens his eyes after a few minutes.
Yifan pulls out a bit and thrusts back in, testing the waters. Jongdae holds onto Yifan’s shoulders and tightens his grip when Yifan pulls out fully to slam back in. Moaning out loud, Jongdae hopes there’s nobody who can hear him.
“Be as loud as you want. There’s only the two of us,” Yifan whispers into his ear, licking at the shell afterwards.
Only the two of us. That sounds nice.
Jongdae nearly cries out in frustration when Yifan goes slow, pulling out fully and thrusting back in at a leisurely pace. He wants it fast and rough, he wants it to feel like a quick fuck because at the pace Yifan is going, he’s going to delude himself into thinking that Yifan is actually making love to him and that they’re not just having sex. He makes the mistake of looking into Yifan’s eyes and he sees it again. He sees the affection in those eyes like how he saw it earlier when they first kissed.
He closes his eyes immediately and bucks his hips up as he turns his head away.
Jongdae misses the look of hurt that flashes across Yifan’s face.
“Chen?” Yifan questions.
Ah, right. He doesn’t even know Jongdae’s real name.
Jongdae shakes his head and continues bucking up, hoping that Yifan will get the hint and go faster. He does go faster and becomes rougher, large hard wrapping around Jongdae’s cock to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Jongdae groans when he feels himself getting closer to the edge. He gets even more desperate to get off and clings onto Yifan, arms going around broad shoulders as he comes undone with a shout of Yifan’s name.
Yifan carries on, letting Jongdae’s warm heat suck him in and it takes only a few more thrusts for him to go over the edge as he spills into the condom. He lets Jongdae milk him dry before he pulls out and discards the condom into the bin next to his bed. He flops onto the bed and Jongdae tries to get up.
“Stay,” Yifan says. “Please.”
Jongdae sees the sincerity in Yifan’s eyes and finds himself nodding, leaning back and pulling the dirty covers over the two of them. He makes a promise to himself to leave once Yifan falls asleep.
Jongdae wakes up to a warm body snuggled up next to his. His head is on a sturdy arm and he looks up to see Yifan sleeping peacefully. He looks so calm that Jongdae doesn’t have the heart to wake him up. He starts to move but realises that he can’t because there’s a heavy leg thrown over his hips as if to anchor him down. Jongdae reddens and turns his face away, gasping when he sees that the digital clock sitting on Yifan’s bedside table reads 10:07AM. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep.
He assumes Yifan wouldn’t be happy to see him still in his bed despite asking him to stay, so Jongdae sits up and ignores the sharp pain that shoots up his lower back and inches his way out of the bed. He moves Yifan’s leg off him slowly and he sighs quietly in relief because Yifan’s still out like a log.
Gathering his clothes that were strewn all over the floor and putting them on as quickly as he can, Jongdae tip toes out of the bedroom and stealthily creeps towards the door. He pats his pockets to ensure his phone and wallet are still there but he’s surprised to find only his wallet until he remembers his phone is in Yifan’s briefcase. He mentally screams and walks around the living area, finding the briefcase on the floor by the front door. He opens it and rummages through it for his phone. He finds in in between stacks of paper and he’s about to go when he sees something like a jewellery box tucked safely at the side. He frowns but decides it’s none of his business, walking out the front door and closing it behind him.
He takes a cab home and arrives in thirty minutes. It’s nearly eleven and he hopes his housemates wouldn’t be home, but they are and apparently waiting for him when he opens the front door.
“Wow, you look thoroughly fucked,” Baekhyun comments, flashing him a mischievous grin.
“Thanks,” Jongdae replies sarcastically.
“So are you two a thing or what?” Yixing asks, sitting by his piano with his pencil in his hand and a few pieces of music sheets in front of him.
“No? It was a one night thing,” Jongdae answers as he walks to the kitchen for a glass of water.
His friends don’t reply him and he walks out again to see them staring at him.
“What?”
“Are you fucking dumb? You didn’t confess?” Baekhyun questions.
“It really was a one night thing,” Jongdae protests. “And why would I confess? I’m only a host.”
Jongdae says the last part so sadly that even Baekhyun’s heart ached, and Yixing wants to pull him into his arms. Jongdae ignores everything else and goes to his room, locking the door behind him. He throws himself onto his bed.
He’s sure of two things. One, it was only a one night stand. Two, he’ll never be good enough to even confess because of his occupation.
A tear runs down his cheek before he can even stop it.
Jongdae goes back to work to questions from all his co-workers but he ignores them and goes straight to Joonmyun to tell him that he’ll be taking Fridays off.
“Why?” Joonmyun asks even though he already knows why.
Jongdae shrugs and doesn’t answer. Nobody misses the sad look that Jongdae wears for the rest of the day and nobody dares talk to him.
“Are you going to quit moping around?” Baekhyun screams, frustrated.
Jongdae shakes his head and buries himself further into his blankets. It’s Friday and it’s been exactly a month since he last saw Yifan. He misses that face but there’s no way he’s going to bring himself to face him until he sorts his feelings out and is ready to work on a strictly business level again. He’s been spending Fridays in bed and occasionally watching sad movies and binging on ice cream. Fridays remind him of Yifan and the good time he used to have.
“You need to go out,” Baekhyun says as he drags Jongdae out of bed.
“Don’t want to,” Jongdae whines.
“I’ll bring you out for coffee and goodies. My treat,” Baekhyun tries again.
Jongdae perks up at the offer of free food and looks at Baekhyun with hopeful eyes.
“Really?”
Baekhyun nods and starts to regret it when Jongdae rushes past him to take a quick shower. He pats his pocket and mumbles an apology to his wallet that’s going to be empty soon.
They arrive at a hole-in-the-wall café and when the pair enters the shop, Jongdae feels at home. The café has mismatched chairs and tables but it feels homely and cosy with the scent of coffee beans roasting and the soft soothing music playing in the background and he wonders why he’s never visited this café before.
“Kyungsoo!” Baekhyun calls out.
“Kyungsoo?” Jongdae exclaims.
“Hi,” Kyungsoo waves, coming out from the kitchen.
“This place is yours?” Jongdae asks, amazed.
“Yup!” Kyungsoo answers, lips forming a heart shape as he grins.
“How do you know Baekhyun, though?”
“Long story short, we bumped into each other and became friends, but I’m working on making it more than that,” Baekhyun answers cheekily, winking at Kyungsoo whose cheeks turned pink.
“Gross.” Jongdae shivers.
“Jongdae?”
Jongdae freezes at the voice that called him. He’s sure he’d recognise that voice anywhere and he looks at Baekhyun accusingly.
“You set this up,” Jongdae mouths angrily, eyebrows furrowed.
“Bye!” Baekhyun shouts and drags Kyungsoo into the kitchen with him.
Jongdae closes his eyes and he doesn’t know if he should thank or curse Baekhyun in his head as he turns around to see Yifan. He’s dressed in one of his suits again and Jongdae feels ugly in his simple jeans and long-sleeved sweater. It’s nothing compared to what he always wears when he’s working.
“Hi.”
“Can we talk? Please?” Yifan pleads.
Jongdae nods and he follows Yifan to a table at the back of the café where no one can hear them. From his peripheral view he sees Baekhyun and Kyungsoo peeking from the kitchen and he flips them the finger. He laughs to himself when they look offended.
“Sit down,” Yifan says as he pulls out a chair for Jongdae.
He does sit and plays with his fingers as Yifan sits across from him, looking anywhere but at Yifan.
“Look at me,” Yifan orders.
Jongdae doesn’t look at him, continuing to look down and play with his fingers until a large warm hand forces him to look up. The touch is welcome after so long and Jongdae gulps when he sees Yifan’s exhausted expression.
“Why did you leave?”
“It was a one night stand, wasn’t it?” Jongdae bravely asks, meeting Yifan’s eyes.
“Not to me,” Yifan replies and leaves Jongdae dumbfounded.
Yifan slides a box across the table. It’s the same box that Jongdae had seen in his briefcase just before he left, and Jongdae looks up at Yifan questioningly. Yifan gestures for him to open it and Jongdae does.
In the box sits a white gold bracelet with a single heart charm hanging off it. It’s simple, nothing fancy, but from one look Jongdae can tell that it isn’t cheap.
“I meant to give it to you,” Yifan explains. “That’s why I was trying to get myself drunk. Somewhere along the way with you entertaining me every Friday night, I found myself falling for you. I thought you wouldn’t like it because you probably have a lot of clients. How different could I possibly be?”
Jongdae feels tears well up in his eyes but he lets Yifan continue talking.
“I tried and tried to get rid of my feelings but as I continue meeting you, they only seem to grow stronger. That’s why I skipped out one Friday night, to see how it would be without meeting you for a week. It was painful,” Yifan sighs. “I was delighted you spent that night with me and it wasn’t just sex for me. I remember asking you to stay. Why did you leave?”
“I never thought you’d feel that way for me,” Jongdae starts. “Because I felt the same way for you and I thought I’d never be good enough for someone like you. What’s with being a host and all, so I ran away from feelings while I still could,” Jongdae chuckles bitterly.
Yifan takes the bracelet from the box and brings Jongdae’s arm forward, looking at his face for a confirmation before he clasps it around Jongdae’s right wrist. He holds both Jongdae’s hands in his own.
“I’m telling you I like you,” Yifan confesses. “And I want to see you out of work.”
Jongdae lets a tear escape and Yifan brings a thumb up to wipe it away, smiling that small smile Jongdae loves the most.
“Okay,” Jongdae replies.
“Only an okay?” Yifan raises his eyebrow.
“You have to do something else.”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
Yifan seals Jongdae’s lips with his own and Jongdae mumbles an “I like you too” against his lips.
“Shut up, Baekhyun,” Jongdae shouts when he hears a whoop from the kitchen. “Wait, how did you know my real name?” he asks, his question directed at Yifan.
Yifan laughs and brings Jongdae in for another kiss.
NC17
Kris/Chen
Jongdae is a host and Yifan is his new client who messes with his head.
Originally posted here for chenpionships.
"Chen, Room 307."
Jongdae nods his head as he fixes his hair in the mirror. He applies a tiny bit of lip gloss and smacks his lips together afterwards. Running his hands over the front of his shirt to ensure there are no creases, Jongdae ignores the scoff from his co-worker behind him when he smirks to himself in the mirror. He is ready for another night of work.
Room 307 is located at the back of the club where Jongdae works. It is a room with the highest hourly charge, and a room that Jongdae frequents as the top-ranking host by the name of Chen.
Jongdae walks down the dimly lit hallway to the room, the heels of his polished shoes clicking softly against the black marble floor with every step. He reaches the room and puts on his best smile as he swings the door open, eyeing his client who's already sitting on the plush couch.
"Hello again," Jongdae greets as he walks towards his client. "I see you've started without me."
Jongdae's client only pats the space next to him and Jongdae walks over, watching as his client downs a shot.
"Rough week, Sehun?"
Sehun only shakes his head and pours himself another glass as Jongdae takes a seat next to him. Jongdae takes the bottle of alcohol from Sehun and continues pouring it for him, his eyes on Sehun's face. He looks tired and there are horrible eye bags under his eyes but that does not make him look any less attractive. Jongdae's eyes travel down and he notices Sehun's tie is loose, and the top button of his shirt undone.
"Thanks," Sehun smiles slightly as he takes the glass Jongdae offers him.
"What shall I do for you today?" Jongdae asks.
"Just accompany me."
Sehun really needs the company. From his past experiences of Sehun babbling to him when he is drunk, Jongdae knows Sehun is leading a company his father had passed down to him. He knows Sehun lives alone in an apartment on the top floor in one of the most expensive buildings in Seoul, and is constantly bothered by arranged marriage proposals from his parents. He knows Sehun is lonely.
So Jongdae sits there for the rest of the night and pours shots for Sehun, one after another. No words are exchanged. He finishes a few bottles by himself with Jongdae drinking only a shot or two to appease Sehun. Jongdae hardly ever drinks on the job. He is not by any means a lightweight, but he prefers to be sober and clear-headed while working.
"Chen," Sehun mumbles, eyes closed.
"Hmm?" Jongdae turns towards Sehun, half expecting incomprehensible nonsense to spill from Sehun's mouth.
"Thank you," Sehun says just before he passes out, head dropping onto Jongdae's shoulder.
It's four in the morning and Jongdae sighs, pulling out Sehun's phone and calling his driver. This has happened too many times and Jongdae is used to the routine he has to do to get Sehun home. He gets Sehun's head off his shoulder and lays him down on the sofa, getting up to grab Sehun's briefcase on the floor to place it just next to him. He leaves the phone next to Sehun's head and leaves the room.
When Jongdae gets back to the room where his group of hosts wait, he finds his co-workers Jongin and Kyungsoo lounging on individual sofas. Jongin is mostly half-asleep with his phone in his hands and Kyungsoo is fiddling with his tablet.
"Hey," Kyungsoo greets, looking up from his device.
"Hey," Jongdae replies, sinking down next to Kyungsoo on the couch.
"Tough night?"
"Just pouring drinks, the usual. My client passed out," Jongdae shrugs.
Kyungsoo hums to show he's listening, fingers sliding on the screen of his tablet. Jongdae peeks and sees that Kyungsoo is playing Candy Crush and he rolls his eyes.
"Don't judge me," Kyungsoo says without even looking away from his game.
The door to their room opens and Luhan walks in with a bright smile on his face. Jongdae doesn’t understand how he looks so cheerful all the time, even at four in the morning. He, on the other hand, just wants to go home and sleep, even though all he did was to pour drinks.
"Well, you look happy," Jongdae remarks.
"I just spent the last few hours with my favourite client. Of course I'm happy!" Luhan replies with a grin, knocking Jongin's feet off the couch despite the boy's protests and sits down.
Jongdae snorts and leans his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes as he sighs. He’s pretty sure that Luhan and his favourite client are fucking but it is not his or the club’s problem so he doesn’t say anything about it. He feels someone snuggle up to his side and he opens an eye to see Kyungsoo making himself comfortable next to him, head resting on his shoulder. Kyungsoo has always been a little bit cuddly and Jongdae is the only one in the room who doesn’t mind so he lets Kyungsoo be. He goes back to his position and is nearly dozing off before he hears the door open and he knows the last of their group, Zitao, has just come in.
“I’m so tired,” Zitao whines as he plops down on the couch next to Jongin and Luhan, half of him sitting on Jongin instead.
“Get off me, you’re heavy,” Jongin groans, shoving Zitao who responds with a yelp and a smack to Jongin’s arm.
Jongdae clicks his tongue at them, lifting his head to glare at them and the two youngest members of their small group immediately shut up with sheepish looks on their faces. Every single one of them in the room is exhausted and they should know better than to bicker pointlessly.
“When is Joonmyun coming?” Jongdae asks no one in particular.
“I’m here,” Joonmyun calls out as the door to their room opens again.
Jongdae grins at him despite being drained of all energy because he knows that it is nearly time to go home whenever Joonmyun comes to their room. Kim Joonmyun is one of the club’s managers and he takes care of all their scheduled appointments and sometimes even their personal needs. Joonmyun has always been good at taking care of people and Jongdae likes that he can depend on Joonmyun when it comes to work. Joonmyun is pretty young, even younger than Luhan, and often Jongdae wonders why he would choose this job when there is probably plenty of other vacancies open for him but then he knows he would not trust anyone else, and Joonmyun must be pretty good at what he does if he’s assigned to their group of top hosts a few months after he first joined.
“Finally, hyung,” Jongin exclaims.
Joonmyun only smiles and pulls up a chair in front of them, sitting down and crossing his legs. There is a few sheets of paper in his hands and that means one among the five of them has a new client.
“I know you are all tired so I’m going to make this quick. Luhan and Zitao, I will need you to help me with the new hosts tomorrow. There’s been a few complaints from patrons,” Joonmyun rubs at his temple as he lets out a sigh, and Jongdae snickers when Luhan and Zitao groan simultaneously. “And Jongdae, you have a new client coming in next Friday.”
Jongdae raises his eyebrow in question as he looks at Joonmyun who only shrugs in response. The clients who book specific time slots with the hosts are usually busy businessmen with a lot of money to waste but Jongdae doesn’t complain because he gets paid much more as compared to when he’s out in the main room entertaining different customers once a week when he’s not booked for the night.
“He actually came in and was about to get a regular host when he saw the file with all your pictures and requested a time slot with Chen,” Joonmyun explains. “Pretty hot, I must say. Young, tall and handsome. Your kind of guy, Jongdae.”
“Why am I always stuck with older ones? That’s not fair,” Jongin whines.
“It’s your face, Jongin. You only appeal to older men,” Luhan laughs.
Jongin proceeds to throw a badly-aimed pillow at Luhan’s face and he misses, the pillow hitting Joonmyun square in the face instead.
“I’m giving you only the older men from now on,” Joonmyun threatens playfully.
Luhan bursts into a fit of laughter and Zitao joins him, both enjoying the look of extreme horror on Jongin’s face. Jongdae can hear Kyungsoo giggle softly from where his head is still resting against Jongdae’s shoulder and he smiles. He has always enjoyed the company of his co-workers and they do make his work life a little bit more fun and bearable, not that he doesn’t like his job.
“Time to go home, guys. I’ll see you tonight,” Joonmyun wraps up, noticing that it’s nearly five in the morning.
Jongdae pats Kyungsoo’s thigh and the latter pulls away, rubbing at his eyes with his fists and standing up to gather his belongings. Jongdae grabs his bag and follows after Luhan, who is waiting for him at the door. Luhan is always the one dropping him off at home after work since they live close to each other, and also because Luhan is good friends with Jongdae’s housemate, Zhang Yixing, who has threatened to burn his collection of plush toys if he does not get Jongdae home safe. No one ever touches Luhan’s collection of plush toys.
Luhan drops Jongdae off in front of his apartment building after a twenty minute drive and bids him goodnight, Jongdae waving as Luhan drives away. Jongdae takes the elevator up to the eighth floor and walks down to his apartment at the end of the corridor. The heels of his shoes clicking against the marbled floor is deafening on the otherwise silent floor and Jongdae considers tip-toeing but he figures nobody will be up at half past five in the morning anyway. He reaches his door and keys in his passcode, unlocking the door with a beep and toeing off his shoes when the door closes behind him.
“You’re home,” Jongdae hears and he curiously walks to the hall where he finds Yixing standing by his piano.
“Yeah, Luhan sent me home as usual. Why are you up?” Jongdae asks, moving towards the kitchen where he knows food will be waiting for him. Yixing always leaves food for him to eat when he comes back from work.
“Woke up and suddenly found inspiration. Thought I’d write it down before I lose it,” Yixing replies, joining Jongdae in the kitchen and taking the plate of cold food off the counter.
Jongdae watches Yixing from his spot on the tall stool at the counter as he heats up the food in the microwave. Yixing composes music and then sells them off to mostly entertainment companies for a living, and he is doing so well Jongdae is proud of him. Jongdae and Yixing first met in the first year of high school when Jongdae was the loud obnoxious kid and Yixing was the shy transfer student from China. Jongdae had immediately taken a liking to Yixing because of his dimples, and had spent a good week chasing after Yixing just to poke at them and screaming “dimples” at the top of his lungs. Yixing, being a good sport, had taken it well, deliberately smiling whenever he sees Jongdae around the corner. The two had hit it off right after, and Jongdae had proclaimed Yixing his new best friend.
“Thanks,” Jongdae smiles as Yixing sets the plate in front of him.
Yixing says nothing, grabbing two mugs from a cupboard above the sink and putting the kettle on.
“Are you not going back to sleep after this?” Jongdae asks around his mouthful of chicken.
“I don’t think so,” Yixing answers, pouring hot water into the two mugs after placing the tea bags into them. “Baekhyun will be up in an hour anyway.”
Byun Baekhyun lives with Jongdae and Yixing and teaches Literature at a nearby high school. Jongdae and Baekhyun go way back to elementary school where they played together in the field whenever they had a break. Baekhyun had always been as annoying as Jongdae was and the two clicked, and they have been together as best friends ever since. They had unfortunately gone to separate middle and high schools but met again in college and together with Yixing, had made the decision to move in together.
“I’m going to shower and sleep,” Jongdae yawns, standing up to put his plate in the sink and Yixing tells him to leave the dishes.
Jongdae smiles gratefully at his friend and walks to his room, passing by Baekhyun's and peeking in to see him still fast asleep. He grabs a towel and slips into their shared bathroom after placing his bag down on his bed. He hears Yixing moving around the kitchen, probably fixing breakfast for Baekhyun, before he shuts the door.
He takes his shower with slightly warm water, choosing to stand under the shower head to let the water run and wash him. He thinks about Yixing and Baekhyun and how lucky he is to have them, about his co-workers and how they make his work life even more bearable, and about work and how he has a new client coming in next week. He sighs and wonders what his new client looks like. Would he be as tall and handsome as Sehun or would he be better? Joonmyun is always vague when giving information on new clients and sometimes Jongdae hates it but he knows it's just to make them wonder and prepare themselves for both the best and the worst. Jongdae shouldn't worry though, Joonmyun always gives him the best clients. Or rather, the best clients always choose him.
So he has nothing to worry about.
The week passes by with Jongdae being booked every night by Sehun and two other clients and Friday comes before Jongdae realises it. He only remembers his new client when Joonmyun comes in before his appointment on Friday night and reminds him about it.
“Are you prepared?” Joonmyun asks as Jongdae fixes his shirt.
Jongdae shrugs to appear nonchalant but he is actually pretty nervous, if he was to be honest with himself. He has never been so nervous so he wonders why he is feeling this way this time round, but then there is no time for him to be mulling over such trivial matter when his new client is coming in twenty minutes. According to Joonmyun, he has booked him for five hours, from 12am to 5am and Jongdae is both anxious and a little excited at the prospect of a new boy to look at.
“Good luck. I hope he’s as nice as he looks,” Joonmyun smiles before leaving the room.
Jongdae walks down the familiar hallway to Room 307, where his new client will be in a few minutes’ time. He decides to go in early and wait instead of making his client wait for him like he did with Sehun since he figures he should leave a good impression to make him come back for more. He sits down on the couch and crosses his legs, checking that the table in front of him has enough glasses and the correct bottle of liquor his client had bought beforehand when he booked his slot with Jongdae.
His new client proves to be good at keeping promises because he appears exactly at midnight, knocking on the door twice before opening it and peeking in. Jongdae stands from his position on the couch and bows his head slightly in greeting while gesturing for him to take a step inside. The door opens fully and Jongdae has to force himself to stop scanning him up and down because damn he is tall and Jongdae’s sure his client is at least a full head taller than him. He’s dressed in a dark suit with a white shirt and a black skinny tie, his hair falling over his forehead and a small smile playing on his lips. He has a dark brown leather briefcase in his right hand (which also seems huge to Jongdae) and a pen and handkerchief in his suit pocket.
He’s probably a big shot in whichever company he works for.
“Hello,” Jongdae greets him. “Take a seat.”
The man walks past Jongdae and he is a full head taller than Jongdae, at the very least. Jongdae inhales discreetly and recognises his cologne to be Armani Code by Giorgio Armani which has his knees go jelly because it smells heavenly and he resists the urge to keep on inhaling because he definitely doesn’t want to appear creepy in front of this insanely hot client.
“I’m Chen,” Jongdae introduces himself, still standing.
“I’m Wu Yifan,” he grins.
Jongdae watches as Yifan loosens the knot of his tie to undo the button of his collar and he swallows at the sight of the collarbone that peeks out from beneath the fabric. His current clients have shown more skin than Yifan is right now but they have never gotten him to react like this. It’s a first and it honestly scares Jongdae a little but being the professional that he is, Jongdae pushes all his thoughts to the back of his mind and starts to open the bottle of Don Julio tequila Yifan had bought. He pours a bit of the golden liquid into a glass and hands it over to Yifan who takes it gratefully. Their fingers brush and Jongdae feels a jolt up his spine.
“What can I do for you today?” Jongdae asks and sits down next to Yifan, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning down to rest his head on his fist to look up at Yifan.
“First, pour yourself a glass,” Yifan pushes the bottle towards Jongdae.
Jongdae reaches for it and pours some for himself, taking the glass in his hand and leaning back and towards Yifan, their arms brushing. Yifan looks down at him as their glasses clink together in a silent toast and Jongdae turns away from Yifan to take his sip before he sets the glass down on the table in front of him.
“So, can I ask more about you or is that not allowed?” Yifan asks.
“I suppose it depends on what questions you’re asking,” Jongdae shrugs. “Try me.”
“How old are you?”
Jongdae weighs his options before he answers with a “22” and a smile on his face. Yifan looks at him with a raised eyebrow and his smile falters and maybe Jongdae should have added a few more years to his actual age because it seems like Yifan is judging him.
“That’s young, but I guess that’s okay. I’m 25,” Yifan answers, swallowing down the rest of the contents in his glass.
Jongdae moves to refill his glass while Yifan watches and Jongdae can feel his eyes raking all over his body and for once, he doesn’t mind. It happens every day but Jongdae never gets used to it but somehow he doesn’t mind when Yifan is the one doing it. It makes him feel wanted and it may be the authoritative aura Yifan emits but Jongdae feels like giving himself up to Yifan. It scares him a little bit more than before.
“What do you do?” Jongdae asks, back on the couch and next to Yifan. He turns his body to face him and brings his arm up to rest on the headrest and leans his head against his fist, also folding one leg up.
“I’m a managing director in one of the big companies.”
Jongdae whistles at this, clearly impressed. Yifan chuckles at his reaction and Jongdae’s cheeks flush bright red. He clears his throat and turns away, looking everywhere but at Yifan.
“Sing for me,” Yifan requests.
“Sing?” Jongdae turns, slightly startled.
“Yeah, the book says it’s one of your specialties,” Yifan says while playing with the rim of his glass and keeping his eyes on Jongdae, a small smirk on his face.
Jongdae feels his face burning as he moves towards the karaoke machine plugged into the widescreen television, tossing the remote at Yifan for him to choose any song. Jongdae has sung most of the songs and he’s pretty sure Yifan will end up choosing a sexy song like the rest of his clients usually do.
Except Jongdae’s taken aback when Yifan doesn’t and chooses a soft ballad instead. Jongdae sings it anyway, pulling the high and long notes flawlessly and leaving Yifan to stare at him in awe. When the song comes to an end, Yifan gives him a standing ovation and Jongdae feels like Yifan is being too nice.
Yifan is different from his other clients who would have ordered him to dance to a sexually provocative song and wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Yifan is different, good different, and Jongdae doesn’t mind the change even if it frightens him when he’s incredibly flustered for the rest of the night. Jongdae blames it on the alcohol.
Jongdae also blames it on the alcohol when he has to resist the urge to hug Yifan goodbye when he finally leaves at half past three in the morning. Instead, he settles for a smile and a wave.
Yifan comes back every Friday, ordering a different bottle of hard liquor every appointment. Jongdae’s concerned about his alcohol intake because Yifan always finishes most of it, but what confuses him more is that Yifan is sober when he leaves every night. He’s either really good at hiding it when he’s drunk, or has an extremely high alcohol tolerance. Jongdae hopes it’s the latter.
“He’s been back a few times already,” Luhan comments one day as they wait in their room.
It’s a Friday and Yifan has been back to their club for a number of appointments. Jongdae is secretly looking forward to his meeting with Yifan but he doesn’t let anyone know. He doesn’t let anyone know how Yifan always manages to make him blush like a school girl with a crush or how there is something fluttering in his stomach whenever Yifan comes close either. He also ignores the erratic beating of his heart whenever he lays his eyes on him.
Jongdae pushes the door to Room 307 open with a huge smile but it falters when he’s greeted by a tall lanky man with brown hair instead of the usual blonde. Yifan could have changed his hair colour, Jongdae hopes, but it comes crashing down when his client looks up and he gets a wide toothy grin with eyes too big.
“Chen!” he exclaims.
“Chanyeol,” Jongdae replies with a nod of his head, the door closing quietly behind him.
Nights with Chanyeol are the same every time. He would order a bottle of vodka, force Jongdae to drink half of it and get him to sing and dance to sexy songs even though Jongdae would try to convince him otherwise by saying he has two left feet, which is true. Chanyeol will say it doesn’t matter and Jongdae would be left with no choice but to do whatever Chanyeol asks of him. He has a feeling Chanyeol isn’t the type to just sit down and keep quiet when not given something he wants.
“Come, come,” Chanyeol pats the space next to him and Jongdae walks over.
Chanyeol puts his arm around Jongdae’s shoulder the moment he sits down. Jongdae inwardly flinches when he finds himself comparing Chanyeol to Yifan. Yifan’s arm is softer and more comfortable than Chanyeol’s hard muscled arm. They’re about the same height, that’s for sure, but maybe Yifan is a little taller. Yifan also has broader shoulders and although Chanyeol’s smile is nice and constantly on his face, Jongdae prefers Yifan’s reserved and small ones.
He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels a hand go up his inner thigh and Jongdae stops Chanyeol by grabbing his wrist firmly and pushing his hand away as gently as he can. He doesn’t want to offend Chanyeol but he’s always trying to feel him up and Jongdae doesn’t like it. It’s even worse because he isn’t even attracted to him. Sure, Chanyeol is tall and handsome and exactly his type but Jongdae doesn’t want him.
Jongdae wants a tall, handsome blonde man who goes by the name of Yifan.
And this is when Jongdae realises he’s in trouble.
“Fuck,” Jongdae curses when he enters their waiting room, startling Kyungsoo and Luhan who were lounging on the couches.
“Did something happen?” Kyungsoo asks, already beside Jongdae and leading him to sit down.
“Did he do something?” Luhan asks, throwing his phone into his bag in favour of sitting on Jongdae’s other side.
Jongdae buries his face in his hands and he groans. He shouldn’t have allowed his thoughts to go down that path because now it’s all he thinks about and he can’t stop no matter how hard he tries. His mind is full of Yifan, Yifan, and Yifan.
“It was another client tonight,” Jongdae starts. “But I could only think of one person.”
He mumbles the last part in hopes that the other two wouldn’t hear but they did and they exchange glances with each other before turning their attention back to their friend.
“And?” Luhan probes.
“I want him.”
Even if expected, this shocks Luhan and Kyungsoo because Jongdae has never wanted anyone in the time he has worked at the club. He’s always strictly professional and Luhan admires him because Luhan couldn’t keep his hands off his favourite client Minseok even if he tried. Jongdae keeps his relationships with his clients on a business level and never has he expressed any interest in any of them.
“Why?” Kyungsoo asks.
“I don’t know,” Jongdae whines. “He’s tall and handsome and exactly my type-”
“All your clients are your type,” Luhan cuts in.
“-and he always does this thing where he smiles politely and he’s never tried to do anything funny. He’s always nice and gentlemanly and he compliments me all the time.”
“And your heart?” Kyungsoo asks again when he sees Jongdae clutching onto the material of his shirt on the left side of his chest.
“It goes crazy,” Jongdae mumbles sadly, burying his head in the space between Kyungsoo’s jaw and shoulder.
“You like him.”
“Are you nuts, Luhan? How can I?” Jongdae snaps, sitting upright.
“Oh my God, you’re in denial,” Luhan sighs.
Jongdae ignores Luhan and continues whining to Kyungsoo who just strokes his hair and lets Jongdae go on and on about Yifan and how he doesn’t have any flaws.
“Have you two ever, like, liked someone?” Jongdae asks his housemates on a rare day when they all get to eat breakfast together.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun answers nonchalantly while looking over his notes for his classes.
“Why?” Yixing asks while spreading strawberry jam on a slice of bread and handing it over to Jongdae.
“What does it feel like?”
Baekhyun looks up from his notes and looks over at Yixing, who has stopped preparing breakfast for everyone to stare at Jongdae. Baekhyun does the same and Jongdae has no idea why they’re looking at him like that.
“Do you like someone?”
“Who is it?”
Jongdae shakes his head violently but Yixing and Baekhyun both know something is up when Jongdae reddens and tries to hide his face after the useless shake of his head.
“It’s that new client, isn’t it?” Baekhyun smirks.
Jongdae sighs and nods, playing with the scrambled eggs on his plate.
“Finally,” Yixing grins.
“You’re not supposed to be supporting me! You’re supposed to be all mother-like and keep me locked in my room so I won’t ever see this guy,” Jongdae protests and brandishes his fork at Yixing.
“I am being mother-like by supporting you. God knows how long it’s been since you’ve had feelings for someone,” Yixing shrugs.
Jongdae only pouts at Yixing’s response and continues playing with his food. Even his best friends aren’t of any help.
The next time Jongdae meets Yifan, he’s determined. If he can’t get Yifan to reciprocate his feelings then he wants at least one night with him even if he knows he will end up wanting more. That is, only if Yifan wants to.
Jongdae walks into the room and he’s surprised when he sees Yifan already sitting and drinking by himself. Normally Jongdae would be the earlier one and if he wasn’t, Yifan would always wait for him before they start drinking together.
“Are you okay?” Jongdae asks carefully, taking a seat next to Yifan.
“Yeah,” Yifan replies, pouring himself another shot even before Jongdae could offer his services. “I’m trying to get drunk but I can’t. I hate my high tolerance for alcohol sometimes.”
“Why are you trying to get drunk?” Jongdae’s bewildered.
“Because I’m going to try do something.”
They make eye contact and Jongdae sees in Yifan’s eyes lust and a little bit of affection but that could be only him. Jongdae shakes that thought away and scoots closer, hand landing on Yifan's thigh as Yifan's own hand grabs onto the lapel of his jacket to pull him in roughly.
Their lips meet and in a stark contrast to how Yifan had pulled him in, the kiss is soft and sensual. Yifan's lips are slightly chapped and dry and he tastes a little bit like alcohol but Jongdae likes it anyway and pushes himself further into Yifan's embrace. A strong arm wraps around his waist and hoists him up onto Yifan's lap, Jongdae straddling Yifan's hips. He pushes his hand into Yifan's hair to tilt his head up for a better angle and their lips slide against each other in a way that makes Jongdae dizzy and want. A large warm hand comes up to wrap around his neck to pull him down more and Jongdae shivers. He feels a little more breathless than he should be.
Jongdae startles when the hand around his waist travels down to the front of his pants. Fingers play with his zipper and it's obvious enough that Yifan wants him tonight with the way the fingers press into his crotch through the material of his pants.
"Not here," Jongdae whispers against Yifan's lips, panting softly when they finally pull away from each other.
"Mine?" Yifan asks with his hand going down Jongdae's back from his neck to rest just above the curve of his ass.
"Yeah, just let me," Jongdae trails and never finishes his sentence, getting off Yifan.
Yifan grabs his coat and briefcase with one hand and holds Jongdae's with the other. Jongdae blames the flush of his cheeks on their kiss and leads Yifan to the back exit where usually only employees are allowed. They pass by Luhan and Jongin on their way out and Jongdae swears he's going to kill Luhan after that wolf whistle. He hears Yifan chuckle beside him and he glances up, catching Yifan's eyes and he feels warm inside when Yifan squeezes his hand.
They get into Yifan's car and Jongdae glues himself to Yifan's side in the back seat while the driver moves off, or rather Yifan forces Jongdae to stick to him with the heavy arm around his waist. Jongdae feels lips grazing the shell of his ear and he resists the urge to respond with his own touches because he doesn't want to do anything with Yifan's driver in the front seat.
Jongdae sends a text to Luhan and tells him to please drop his belongings at his place after work and Luhan tells him he will and to go get some. Jongdae replies with a crude finger emoticon and types another text to both Yixing and Baekhyun to tell them he won't be coming home after work and that Luhan will be dropping by with his things. Baekhyun responds with a "finally" and Yixing simply sends a thumbs up.
His phone is plucked from his hands and Yifan drops it into his briefcase. Jongdae has the decency to look sorry for texting with him around and Yifan smiles down at him in a way that Jongdae interprets as he understands. They stop outside an expensive-looking building after a twenty-minute drive and Yifan pulls Jongdae into the elevator, trapping him in against the wall after pressing the button for his floor. Penthouse, Jongdae notices.
"Where were we?" Yifan asks, nipping at Jongdae's left ear.
Jongdae doesn't answer and pulls Yifan away from his ear and towards his lips for a searing kiss to show him instead, fingers entangling in Yifan's blonde hair. He stands on his toes because Yifan is way too tall for him to enjoy the kiss properly without straining his neck and he presses himself up against Yifan’s warm body. The elevator dings when they reach Yifan’s floor and the doors open to his doorstep. Jongdae raises his eyebrow at this and stares up at Yifan who only shrugs.
Yifan leads Jongdae inside and slams the door close, lips finding Jongdae’s again as he flings his briefcase aside and tries to navigate his way around the house to his bedroom with a needy Jongdae clinging onto him. He finally finds his room and throws the door open, not bothering to close it afterwards because nobody is home anyway. It’s always been Yifan alone.
Jongdae is thrown onto the bed and Yifan climbs up shortly after, tie already undone and somewhere on the floor. He looks down at him in a way that makes Jongdae’s head spin because he looks a lot like he’s in love and Jongdae refuses to believe it. He brings his hands up instead and starts on the button of Yifan’s shirt, pushing the fabric of his broad shoulders when he’s done undoing all the buttons. He runs his hand down Yifan’s torso, feeling the warm skin beneath his palm and stopping at the waistband of Yifan’s pants.
“Go on,” Yifan prompts him, bringing his head down to leave barely-there kisses along Jongdae’s neck.
Doing as told, Jongdae unbuttons the pants and brings the zipper down, pushing it down Yifan’s hips and letting Yifan shuck them off on his own. He cups Yifan’s half-hard cock through the material of his boxer briefs and relishes in the moan that Yifan lets out into his ear. Feeling a bit bolder, Jongdae shoves his hand inside and wraps it around his cock, tugging at it and it doesn’t take long for Yifan to be fully erect. He’s big, bigger than Jongdae had expected and he wonders how it’s going to fit.
Yifan nearly rips off Jongdae’s jacket and shirt with his hands, taking them off none too kindly and throwing them behind him. He does quick work on Jongdae’s pants and briefs, also discarding them and he slides down Jongdae’s body, leaving kisses and sucking on random patches of skin on his way down. He feels like he’s hit jackpot when Jongdae moans the moment he latches his lips on the skin just above his belly button. Yifan grins and sucks hard, making Jongdae arch his back and his hands grab onto Yifan’s hair roughly.
“Yifan,” Jongdae whines when Yifan continues going down until he faces Jongdae’s erection.
He takes him into his mouth without hesitation, lips wrapping around the head of his cock and sucking. His tongue plays with the slit of Jongdae’s cock, dipping in slightly, and the grip on his hair becomes tighter, making Yifan wince inwardly. Jongdae pushes Yifan’s head down more, forcing Yifan to take more of him into his mouth. It’s been so long since Jongdae has had someone touch him other than his own hand and he plans to enjoy it as much as he can.
Jongdae bucks his hips up into Yifan’s mouth who responds by hollowing his cheeks and the heat around his cock nearly drives Jongdae crazy. He attempts to fuck up into his mouth again but the large hands on his hips stop him from doing so. Jongdae thrashes on the bed as Yifan’s tongue licks up a stripe on the underside of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum that’s gathering at the slit. The room is filled with obscene sucking sounds and it makes Jongdae feel hotter.
Whining at the loss of the heat around his cock when Yifan pulls away, Jongdae pulls him up and licks his way into Yifan’s mouth. He can slightly taste himself on Yifan’s tongue and Jongdae moans, hand reaching down to stroke Yifan languidly.
“Wait here,” Yifan says into Jongdae’s mouth as he stands and walks over to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room.
Jongdae watches as Yifan walks, eyes roaming up and down Yifan’s fit figure. His thighs look firm and strong even at a distance, and Jongdae figures he’ll just have to test it out himself later. Yifan walks back to the bed with a bottle of lube and a foil packet, throwing it on the bed and it lands next to Jongdae’s hips while Yifan climbs back onto the bed.
Yifan nudges Jongdae’s legs apart and he spreads them open willingly, bringing his knees up to expose himself to Yifan. He feels a little embarrassed because it’s been a while since he’s been with someone despite his occupation. Yifan grins down at him and instantly Jongdae feels warm all over, not only from the rising temperature in the room and Yifan’s warm body.
Jongdae feels a lubed finger at his hole before it pushes in and it feels uncomfortable at first. The intrusion feels foreign after so long and Yifan waits until Jongdae gives him the okay to add in another. With two fingers inside him scissoring him open, Jongdae briefly wonders if Yifan’s fingers are even enough preparation.
Adding in yet another long finger and continuing to work Jongdae open, Yifan’s eyes trained on Jongdae’s face as it twists in pleasure. Jongdae meets his eyes and gives him a reassuring smile to let him know that he’s okay. It feels a lot like Yifan is focused on bringing him pleasure first instead of focusing on his own needs. It doesn’t feel like a one night stand anymore.
Yifan removes his fingers and Jongdae whimpers, feeling empty. Covering his cock with a copious amount of lube after rolling on a condom, Yifan positions himself at Jongdae’s hole with the blunt head brushing against it. Jongdae nods and Yifan pushes the head in, Jongdae gasping at the sheer size of it. The fingers definitely wasn’t enough preparation.
He pushes in inch by inch, stilling when he’s fully sheathed to let Jongdae adjust to his size. Jongdae has his eyes closed in pain as he bites onto his lips to stop himself from screaming. His body is protesting and Yifan is too big but Jongdae wants it. Jongdae wants him.
“I think you can move now,” Jongdae says as he opens his eyes after a few minutes.
Yifan pulls out a bit and thrusts back in, testing the waters. Jongdae holds onto Yifan’s shoulders and tightens his grip when Yifan pulls out fully to slam back in. Moaning out loud, Jongdae hopes there’s nobody who can hear him.
“Be as loud as you want. There’s only the two of us,” Yifan whispers into his ear, licking at the shell afterwards.
Only the two of us. That sounds nice.
Jongdae nearly cries out in frustration when Yifan goes slow, pulling out fully and thrusting back in at a leisurely pace. He wants it fast and rough, he wants it to feel like a quick fuck because at the pace Yifan is going, he’s going to delude himself into thinking that Yifan is actually making love to him and that they’re not just having sex. He makes the mistake of looking into Yifan’s eyes and he sees it again. He sees the affection in those eyes like how he saw it earlier when they first kissed.
He closes his eyes immediately and bucks his hips up as he turns his head away.
Jongdae misses the look of hurt that flashes across Yifan’s face.
“Chen?” Yifan questions.
Ah, right. He doesn’t even know Jongdae’s real name.
Jongdae shakes his head and continues bucking up, hoping that Yifan will get the hint and go faster. He does go faster and becomes rougher, large hard wrapping around Jongdae’s cock to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Jongdae groans when he feels himself getting closer to the edge. He gets even more desperate to get off and clings onto Yifan, arms going around broad shoulders as he comes undone with a shout of Yifan’s name.
Yifan carries on, letting Jongdae’s warm heat suck him in and it takes only a few more thrusts for him to go over the edge as he spills into the condom. He lets Jongdae milk him dry before he pulls out and discards the condom into the bin next to his bed. He flops onto the bed and Jongdae tries to get up.
“Stay,” Yifan says. “Please.”
Jongdae sees the sincerity in Yifan’s eyes and finds himself nodding, leaning back and pulling the dirty covers over the two of them. He makes a promise to himself to leave once Yifan falls asleep.
Jongdae wakes up to a warm body snuggled up next to his. His head is on a sturdy arm and he looks up to see Yifan sleeping peacefully. He looks so calm that Jongdae doesn’t have the heart to wake him up. He starts to move but realises that he can’t because there’s a heavy leg thrown over his hips as if to anchor him down. Jongdae reddens and turns his face away, gasping when he sees that the digital clock sitting on Yifan’s bedside table reads 10:07AM. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep.
He assumes Yifan wouldn’t be happy to see him still in his bed despite asking him to stay, so Jongdae sits up and ignores the sharp pain that shoots up his lower back and inches his way out of the bed. He moves Yifan’s leg off him slowly and he sighs quietly in relief because Yifan’s still out like a log.
Gathering his clothes that were strewn all over the floor and putting them on as quickly as he can, Jongdae tip toes out of the bedroom and stealthily creeps towards the door. He pats his pockets to ensure his phone and wallet are still there but he’s surprised to find only his wallet until he remembers his phone is in Yifan’s briefcase. He mentally screams and walks around the living area, finding the briefcase on the floor by the front door. He opens it and rummages through it for his phone. He finds in in between stacks of paper and he’s about to go when he sees something like a jewellery box tucked safely at the side. He frowns but decides it’s none of his business, walking out the front door and closing it behind him.
He takes a cab home and arrives in thirty minutes. It’s nearly eleven and he hopes his housemates wouldn’t be home, but they are and apparently waiting for him when he opens the front door.
“Wow, you look thoroughly fucked,” Baekhyun comments, flashing him a mischievous grin.
“Thanks,” Jongdae replies sarcastically.
“So are you two a thing or what?” Yixing asks, sitting by his piano with his pencil in his hand and a few pieces of music sheets in front of him.
“No? It was a one night thing,” Jongdae answers as he walks to the kitchen for a glass of water.
His friends don’t reply him and he walks out again to see them staring at him.
“What?”
“Are you fucking dumb? You didn’t confess?” Baekhyun questions.
“It really was a one night thing,” Jongdae protests. “And why would I confess? I’m only a host.”
Jongdae says the last part so sadly that even Baekhyun’s heart ached, and Yixing wants to pull him into his arms. Jongdae ignores everything else and goes to his room, locking the door behind him. He throws himself onto his bed.
He’s sure of two things. One, it was only a one night stand. Two, he’ll never be good enough to even confess because of his occupation.
A tear runs down his cheek before he can even stop it.
Jongdae goes back to work to questions from all his co-workers but he ignores them and goes straight to Joonmyun to tell him that he’ll be taking Fridays off.
“Why?” Joonmyun asks even though he already knows why.
Jongdae shrugs and doesn’t answer. Nobody misses the sad look that Jongdae wears for the rest of the day and nobody dares talk to him.
“Are you going to quit moping around?” Baekhyun screams, frustrated.
Jongdae shakes his head and buries himself further into his blankets. It’s Friday and it’s been exactly a month since he last saw Yifan. He misses that face but there’s no way he’s going to bring himself to face him until he sorts his feelings out and is ready to work on a strictly business level again. He’s been spending Fridays in bed and occasionally watching sad movies and binging on ice cream. Fridays remind him of Yifan and the good time he used to have.
“You need to go out,” Baekhyun says as he drags Jongdae out of bed.
“Don’t want to,” Jongdae whines.
“I’ll bring you out for coffee and goodies. My treat,” Baekhyun tries again.
Jongdae perks up at the offer of free food and looks at Baekhyun with hopeful eyes.
“Really?”
Baekhyun nods and starts to regret it when Jongdae rushes past him to take a quick shower. He pats his pocket and mumbles an apology to his wallet that’s going to be empty soon.
They arrive at a hole-in-the-wall café and when the pair enters the shop, Jongdae feels at home. The café has mismatched chairs and tables but it feels homely and cosy with the scent of coffee beans roasting and the soft soothing music playing in the background and he wonders why he’s never visited this café before.
“Kyungsoo!” Baekhyun calls out.
“Kyungsoo?” Jongdae exclaims.
“Hi,” Kyungsoo waves, coming out from the kitchen.
“This place is yours?” Jongdae asks, amazed.
“Yup!” Kyungsoo answers, lips forming a heart shape as he grins.
“How do you know Baekhyun, though?”
“Long story short, we bumped into each other and became friends, but I’m working on making it more than that,” Baekhyun answers cheekily, winking at Kyungsoo whose cheeks turned pink.
“Gross.” Jongdae shivers.
“Jongdae?”
Jongdae freezes at the voice that called him. He’s sure he’d recognise that voice anywhere and he looks at Baekhyun accusingly.
“You set this up,” Jongdae mouths angrily, eyebrows furrowed.
“Bye!” Baekhyun shouts and drags Kyungsoo into the kitchen with him.
Jongdae closes his eyes and he doesn’t know if he should thank or curse Baekhyun in his head as he turns around to see Yifan. He’s dressed in one of his suits again and Jongdae feels ugly in his simple jeans and long-sleeved sweater. It’s nothing compared to what he always wears when he’s working.
“Hi.”
“Can we talk? Please?” Yifan pleads.
Jongdae nods and he follows Yifan to a table at the back of the café where no one can hear them. From his peripheral view he sees Baekhyun and Kyungsoo peeking from the kitchen and he flips them the finger. He laughs to himself when they look offended.
“Sit down,” Yifan says as he pulls out a chair for Jongdae.
He does sit and plays with his fingers as Yifan sits across from him, looking anywhere but at Yifan.
“Look at me,” Yifan orders.
Jongdae doesn’t look at him, continuing to look down and play with his fingers until a large warm hand forces him to look up. The touch is welcome after so long and Jongdae gulps when he sees Yifan’s exhausted expression.
“Why did you leave?”
“It was a one night stand, wasn’t it?” Jongdae bravely asks, meeting Yifan’s eyes.
“Not to me,” Yifan replies and leaves Jongdae dumbfounded.
Yifan slides a box across the table. It’s the same box that Jongdae had seen in his briefcase just before he left, and Jongdae looks up at Yifan questioningly. Yifan gestures for him to open it and Jongdae does.
In the box sits a white gold bracelet with a single heart charm hanging off it. It’s simple, nothing fancy, but from one look Jongdae can tell that it isn’t cheap.
“I meant to give it to you,” Yifan explains. “That’s why I was trying to get myself drunk. Somewhere along the way with you entertaining me every Friday night, I found myself falling for you. I thought you wouldn’t like it because you probably have a lot of clients. How different could I possibly be?”
Jongdae feels tears well up in his eyes but he lets Yifan continue talking.
“I tried and tried to get rid of my feelings but as I continue meeting you, they only seem to grow stronger. That’s why I skipped out one Friday night, to see how it would be without meeting you for a week. It was painful,” Yifan sighs. “I was delighted you spent that night with me and it wasn’t just sex for me. I remember asking you to stay. Why did you leave?”
“I never thought you’d feel that way for me,” Jongdae starts. “Because I felt the same way for you and I thought I’d never be good enough for someone like you. What’s with being a host and all, so I ran away from feelings while I still could,” Jongdae chuckles bitterly.
Yifan takes the bracelet from the box and brings Jongdae’s arm forward, looking at his face for a confirmation before he clasps it around Jongdae’s right wrist. He holds both Jongdae’s hands in his own.
“I’m telling you I like you,” Yifan confesses. “And I want to see you out of work.”
Jongdae lets a tear escape and Yifan brings a thumb up to wipe it away, smiling that small smile Jongdae loves the most.
“Okay,” Jongdae replies.
“Only an okay?” Yifan raises his eyebrow.
“You have to do something else.”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
Yifan seals Jongdae’s lips with his own and Jongdae mumbles an “I like you too” against his lips.
“Shut up, Baekhyun,” Jongdae shouts when he hears a whoop from the kitchen. “Wait, how did you know my real name?” he asks, his question directed at Yifan.
Yifan laughs and brings Jongdae in for another kiss.