Damaged Goods (9/?) Part One (Discontinued)
Title: Damaged Goods (9/?) Part One
Pairing(s): DooSeob (Some JunSeob, JunSeung & HyunSeob)
Rating: NC-17 (In later chapters)
Word Count: 3602
Summary: AU. Yoseob came from nothing to having anything he could ever desire. He and his very good friend Hyunseung sold themselves into the escorting business, one operated by one of the most powerful men in that part of town. Yoseob did not see his life going anywhere, and he did not mind if it didn't, but a fateful, nightly encounter with a man at the intersection of 13th street North and 14th street South would change all of that.
A/N: An update finally~ ; v ; Enjoy this small piece, if possible... hurr~
Previous: Damaged Goods (8/?) Part One
(Parking Lot, Some Minutes Ago)
“I hope you had a great stay,” said Wheesung, smiling apprehensively to the redhead in the shadows. Hyunseung sank into his comfortable seat bashfully.
“I had a really great time… with you.”
He wholeheartedly did enjoy himself. Wheesung was a considerate host. He personally delivered Hyunseung his breakfast tray with the most diverse of foods, and was more than willing to fetch anything additional the redhead desired. He really loved to eat, too. He loved food.
He and Hyunseung wasted time together by playing video game after video game, which, the majority of them revolved around racing. Wheesung was gentlemanly enough to allow Hyunseung to win, just because he sucked and kept running into everything and everyone and falling off course. But he had a distraction to credit for that. His pupils sustained contact with Wheesung as he was driving with his controller…
The man was rousing laughter from his gut as they played together. He was smiling, and joking with Hyunseung, and purposefully not using his power-ups so that Hyunseung’s car wouldn’t be tampered with. It was a side of Wheesung Hyunseung did not know existed in his blood. He wasn’t uptight or… or talking about work or recordkeeping. He was just Wheesung. He was just this guy who loved to play games and wear graphic tees in his leisure time. He was like any other laidback, adult male.
He could also play the piano. He privately sang to the redhead a little, coughing and apologizing every verse for his voice being rough to a certain extent, but Hyunseung thought every melody sang by his talented, wavering cords was beautiful. Wheesung had angels in his throat… angels whose songs brought about the contagious sprouting of bumps on Hyunseung’s skin.
All Wheesung was was a big kid… It was too bad that he would not have much more time to unravel more of this hidden personality of his…
“Wheesung…?”
“Yes?”
“There’s something… that I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
Wheesung smiled some. “How ironic. There is also something that I have been wanting to mention to you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really, but I would like to hear what you have to say first, if you do not mind.”
“Oh… Okay. Well, uh, I… You know about me being a… prostitute.”
“I do.”
Hyunseung swallowed, “Yeah… I-I recently got into some trouble with my caretaker… Appa. You remember… we had to cut our dinner short. I lost a lot of money, and, he wanted me to go out and earn all the money I lost him-”
“How much money?”
“…………Forty million.”
“Why so much?”
“…I’m not…” Hyunseung fondled with his fingers, “…I’m not as attractive as I used to be, I guess. And I’m not as good with… some… things… Definitely not as good as Seobie… but, my body. It’s… badly scarred now and… nobody wants to see that… I had to alter prices just so I could earn some money. Appa gave me a month to get all the forty mil, but I just couldn’t do it-”
“Hyunseung… You could’ve came to me for help.”
“I wouldn’t dare ask that of you, Wheesung. It was my fault; I was supposed to earn that money. And I… I didn’t. He’s getting rid of me tomorrow morning.”
“He’s letting you go?”
“Yes…”
“How long have you been with him?”
“At least a year. I-I’ve known Seob for only a few months, but… He’s all the family I have. And Dongwoon, too. He’s a new escort, and I took him under my wing just like Seobie did for me. He’s sorta like my baby… and I have to leave them both… I won’t ever see them again,” he lowered his voice, “I’ll never…”
Wheesung could visibly see and almost feel Hyunseung grappling with his inner emotions. He moved closer to be nearer to the other male.
“Hyunseung… May I tell you my secret now?”
Hyunseung shifted his head, keeping his eyes to his knees.
“To start off, I personally know the man that you call ‘Appa.’”
Hyunseung gently snapped up.
“You do?”
“Yes I do, unfortunately, but before I get into that, I am going to let you in on what I know. I knew you belonged to him when I first met you. I figured it out because of the location of where I found you, and where the lot is positioned in regards to this town. This is Junhyung’s turf-and yes, that is your ‘appa’s’ real name. Do you remember when I told you that I am called many things? I am the one called ‘Jin.’”
Hyunseung’s eyelids shrunk and disappeared into his sockets as his eyes swelled and his lips separated to breathe.
“You were in trouble that night I found you unconscious. My first intentions were to make sure you were okay, as I told your blonde friend, but as fate would have it, they turned out to be more than that. I thought……… I thought you were very attractive and I wanted to continue seeing you. I was afraid that if I told you who I really, really was, you would want to lose all contact with me, and obviously, I didn’t want that to happen. I didn’t care that you were an escort of Junhyung’s when I figured it out. It really didn’t matter to me. I apologize for keeping all of this from you, and putting you in harm’s way… Learning all of this must be startling. I know that you’ve learned a lot about me from Junhyung. Some of which are true, some, probably not. But I know him, and I know that if he knew we were together like this, he would most likely bring you harm, and I don’t want that for you. I presume that you have nowhere else to go now that Junhyung is dismissing you?”
Hyunseung nodded quietly, somehow calm. Wheesung settled his hand on Hyunseung’s mid-thigh.
“Then I invite you to stay with me… My quarters are impermeable by his forces. You will be safe, and you will have time to recuperate and get back on your feet. You can stay as long as you need.”
The redhead peered inside of Wheesung via his soulful eyes. Or Jin’s soulful eyes.
Or Wheesung’s.
Or Jin’s.
Learning all of this was undeniably a shocker to Hyunseung, however, it was not as shocking as he would have imagined something like this to be. He imagined Jin to be this hard-faced, heartless, spear-wielding tormentor with no other goal in life but to make Junhyung’s existence as miserable as he could. But if this was truly the Jin that he’d heard so many stories about sitting so closely beside him, Hyunseung would say that all of his assumptions were horridly inaccurate and far from the truth.
Jin’s eyes were black and chocked with callous emotions. Jin had beautiful eyes, and a beautiful singing voice. He had a beautiful smile. He had a beautiful heart. He was kind and thoughtful. Sincere and genuine. He strayed far from what a person would consider a terrible, malicious being.
“Do you feel… any different… now?” Wheesung hesitated.
“I… actually… No. No, I don’t feel any different. I’m surprised, yeah, but I feel the same about you. I mean, you’re the same person in my eyes. Your name doesn’t change anything. You’ve helped me so much; you haven’t tried to hurt me… Appa made Jin sound like such a horrible person; I don’t see that in you. I don’t feel that. I’ve never felt that… so why should I feel it now?”
Wheesung’s lips displayed the happiness his heart was swelling with, “I was really hoping you would say something like that.”
And slyly, yet respectfully, the hand on the redhead’s thigh slid to one of the stagnant hands in Hyunseung’s lap. Hyunseung smiled, and allowed his hand to be taken into Wheesung’s, with a little help on his side. The couple shared a delicate chuckle amongst themselves until the laughter faded, and the two became submerged in the lulling consistency of a humming engine and captivated in the warm darkness of one another’s orbs.
Wheesung gripped Hyunseung’s hand firmer, noticeably firmer, and lowered his eyelids. Hyunseung did the same, watching the lips of the other more ever so surely to be closer to his until they touched.
Hyunseung felt his heart quake beneath his ribs.
♥ ♥ ♥
(Evening…)
“Appaaa~”
There was only one set of vocal cords that could produce such a milky, sultry, and yet innocuous calling of the boss’s pet name. Junhyung’s tired eyes departed from the loose leaf sheets of paper that all of a sudden became irrelevant, and shifted a fully focused pair of orbs over the spectacles placed on the bridge of his nose and onto his wooden door. He drug his tongue over the back of his silver fork, collecting all of the whipped cream from his strawberry crêpe.
“Come in,” commanded Junhyung softly and invitingly.
From the other side of the barrier, Kikwang was allowed inside of the sacred domain. There was already a glittery smile on his flawless lips, and his eyes were adorably cut into smiling crescents. Junhyung couldn’t resist smiling back at his bunny doll as he sized him up. He felt energized just by trading gazes. The man corrected his slouch and cleaned his lips with his tongue stained red by strawberries.
Kikwang assumed and acquired a warm and comfy seat in Junhyung’s lap, and the latter was more than happy to make the needed room.
“Hey…” Junhyung clipped his left arm about the boy situated on his left thigh.
“How are you feeling, Appa…?” Kikwang frowned, “……I heard about what happened today with Hyunseung.”
Junhyung sighed curtly.
“Yeah… but you know, he had it coming. I told him what I wanted. He couldn’t’ measure up, so, I had to let him go.”
“And it’s really sad that you did. I wanted to stop by and make sure that you were alright… Hyunseung was so close to you…”
“Aww. That’s sweet. I’m doin’ fine, babe. Just fine. And yep, he sure was. But Appa has an image and reputation to uphold; I can’t have just anybody walking up and down my streets, an’ he knew that.”
“And now he understands that, I suppose. Well, it’s good to at least hear and see that you’re doing well,” Kikwang smirked, “I see you’ve got something sweet to eat.”
“You know I like my desserts. They keep me from killing somebody.”
“They look delicious.”
“They damn sure are. They’re crêpes. I ordered them in from downtown; they took an hour to fucking get it here, though… You want a piece?”
Kikwang’s slits rounded into brown bowls.
“I can?”
“Sure, baby, if you want one.”
Kikwang’s answer was a kind smile. Junhyung severed off a very generous morsel of his strawberry crêpe with the edge of his fork. The shiny, red strawberry glaze clung to the crispy dough that hugged one of the tiny fruits. He secured a perfect piece and steadily ascended the fork to the boy’s curled, pink lips, all with a smile and watchful eyes. Kikwang bent his neck and lowered his head. With his eyes pinned onto the cut crêpe, the boy opened his mouth, encompassed the morsel and drug it off the fork.
Junhyung liked the way he did it, too. He loved watching Kikwang’s lips.
“That is good, Appa,” said a chewing Kikwang, politely blocking the view of his open mouth with his hand as he spoke.
“Isn’t it?”
“Mhmm,” and the boy swallowed, “It’s very flaky, too.”
“Just the way I like ‘em.”
Kikwang wreathed his sculpted arms around Junhyung’s neck loosely. Junhyung smiled.
“…I would absolutely hate to disturb your peaceful evening, Appa, but I have knowledge of something that I am very sure you would want to know for yourself.”
Junhyung prepared another portion of the crêpe, “Well say it isn’t so.”
“It is very much so, and I was instructed to never retain pertinent information from Appa.”
“That would be a very bad idea on your part,” the boss man, after scooping up some whipped cream, shoveled the portion between his lips and into his gaping mouth, “Lay it on me.”
“Well, I was just told by Dongwoon-who was told by Yoseob-that Hyunseung had a direct relationship and direct contact with Jin.”
Junhyung stopped breathing. No oxygen was coming into him; none was leaving him. His eyes turned to glass. Obsidian glass. He could hear his heartbeat in his head and he could feel it in his feet. He could feel his veins dilating and constricting in short seconds.
The silver fork clattered stridently onto the porcelain platter as it slipped through his fingers and out of his hand.
Junhyung tediously lifted his eyes up to the boy in his lap. His skin pigment had radically turned from pasty to peachy.
“Jin?” Junhyung grated.
“Yes.”
“Fucking Jin.”
“Yes, Appa.”
“You’re sure.”
“I’m positive. The Jin that was mentioned to me was your rival Jin.”
Junhyung darted his eyes away for a split second to gather his scattering thoughts. He collected most of them by the time he gazed back to Kikwang again.
“You’re not shittin’ me, are you, Kikwang? Because I’m not in the mood to be fucked with.”
Kikwang made his eyes as sincere and big and precious as feasible. “I would never joke or kid or lie to you, Appa… And I would never waste your time or get you riled up over something that is not true or had the very slightest possibility of not being true. I am for certain the Jin that has been your rival for all these years has undeniably been having contact with escort Hyunseung during his time here at Sunnytown.”
Junhyung consumed himself with his whirl-pooling thoughts again. In his perspective, that would explain very much. It would explain why Hyunseung’s earnings were progressively diminishing in amount. It would explain why he could not reach Hyunseung by cell that one night. So where was his money going? Was that the reason why Hyunseung couldn’t make his money? Because he was preoccupied with Jin? Was Hyunseung earning money for Jin? Was Hyunseung earning money for Jin voluntarily?
Jin garnered the audacity to fuck with Yong Junhyung?
“Hyunseung’s been seeing him on his own?”
“That is something that I do not have an answer to, Appa-”
“-But Dongwoon or Yoseob does. They knew this all along, and didn’t even bother to tell me…”
Junhyung brusquely slammed his palm flatly onto his desktop. Kikwang jumped. The boss was boiling.
A Kim fluidly leaned into the opened door, “Yes sir?”
“Bring Yoseob and Dongwoon to my fucking office right now. If they’re in their rooms, get them and literally drag their little asses in here. If they’re out with a client, call them and tell them to report here directly after their last fuck. Not sooner. Not later. I want those bitches in here now.”
“Yes sir.”
The Kim disappeared. On the other side of the door, he could be heard rapidly-as well as loudly-giving orders to the other two that safeguarded the barrier.
“They knew something, alright. They knew all along and didn’t say a damn thing to me. Not a damn thing. A damn, fucking thing. Fucking Hyunseung. Fucking, fucking Jin. Motherfucking Jin…”
Kikwang remained silent. Junhyung looked like he was ready to strange something.
Things were going in Appa’s favor. No less than five minutes later, Yoseob and Dongwoon were literally dragged into the capacious office by two Kims on one accord, as ordered by the boss. Yoseob, confused and outraged, struggled with the Kim manhandling him.
“Let go of me!! I can walk myself!” Yoseob barked, twisting his body, attempting boldly to free himself from the much larger male’s grip. His eyes sought his Appa with questions. He’d never been treated like this in all his years of working for Junhyung. What wrought this sudden change? Were people being forcibly dragged into his office now?
Dongwoon hadn’t a clue what was happening as well, that is, until he found fluffy, white-cat Kikwang in the lap of Junhyung. Dongwoon and Kikwang’s eyes crossed. Kikwang peered away… The youngest uttered not one word of protest. He knew exactly what was up.
The blonde and brunette were dumped onto the floor in front of Junhyung’s gargantuan desk. The Kims left the room; their job was done. The blonde was the first to speak up. He was also the first to rise from the floor he was thrown onto so sloppily. He helped Dongwoon onto his feet, too. Dongwoon didn’t want to stand.
“Appa what is going on!?” Yoseob questioned, and very fervently. Now wholly focused, he discovered that Kikwang was present. The latter only served as yet another factor that bemused him about the situation brewing.
Junhyung slowly twirled his silver fork between three of his fingers.
“Kikwang. Baby, tell them what you just told me not too long ago.”
Kikwang gently cleared his throat. He avoided Dongwoon’s eyes as he spoke.
“Dongwoon told me, that Yoseob told him, that Hyunseung had been involved personally with Appa’s rival Jin.”
Yoseob’s jaw quite literally dropped. The blonde then panned his gaze to the speechless brunette beside him, whose jaw had equally fallen, but whose eyes did not line up with the blonde’s.
Neither could believe it.
Yoseob couldn’t believe that Dongwoon told Kikwang, even after he made him swear he wouldn’t tell anyone else. And what he also couldn’t believe was that even after Dongwoon told Kikwang this very private and vital piece of information, that Kikwang would turn around and tattle to Appa, especially when Kikwang didn’t have all of the facts, nor did he know what the fuck he was talking about.
But what he could believe was that explaining himself to a hotheaded, white-knuckled boss wasn’t going to be smooth.
“A… A-Appa that… that’s not-”
“Are you going to tell me that what Kikwang just told me was a boldfaced lie?”
“It’s not the whole truth!”
“But that bitch interacting or doing fuck knows what with Jin is true?”
“Hyunseung didn’t know he was Jin! He was calling himself something else!” Yoseob defended passionately for his beloved.
“And just what was Jin calling himself then?”
“……………Wheesung.”
The poor hamster up in Junhyung’s cranium ran and ran until it tired itself out. But before it ran itself into exhaustion, it gave the boss the question he had been searching for… Just who was this Wheesung, and why did his name sound so damn familiar to him?
And then he recalled the night Hyunseung wouldn’t answer his phone. He remembered the redhead mentioning that he went out of town. He especially remembered that Hyunseung had been seeing this Wheesung for a very, very long while.
“You mean to tell me that Hyunseung has been communicating and basically fucking around with Jin for more than two months?”
“B-But Appa…! Hyunseung didn’t know. Wheesung didn’t tell him that he was Jin until a week ago!”
“So you’ve known about Wheesung being Jin for a full week. The two of you.”
Yoseob bit his tongue. He shot himself in his foot. Both feet, rather. And his right hand.
Junhyung switched his attention onto the silent brunette, “Dongwoon? Do you have something to say? You were keeping secrets from me, too.”
Dongwoon, instinctively, remained silent.
“Of course you don’t. I knew you were too good to be true; I can’t even eat my damn crêpes in peace. Both of you knew this information and not one of you came to me to tell me about it. You knew-it was in your contract-that if you learned or obtained any information about Jin-anyfuckingthing-you were to report immediately to me. And neither of you did. Which, I can understand. You did so to protect that hopeless slut. You willingly put that slut over me. No one is to be put over me, Yoseob, and you knew that. You knew better. Didn’t you?”
“Yes, Appa,” Yoseob ejected quietly. Being chastised by Junhyung was very new. It was very frightening and very… emotionally bruising. But Junhyung was talking so badly about Hyunseung. That brought injury to his heart, too…
“And I’ll tell you what, you’d better be thankful that I haven’t had both of your conspiring asses dragged back out of here-out of my fucking town-with just the clothes on your backs. Just know that the only reason you are still standing before me and not out on some street in some other town is because you both earn a fuck ton of money, and only a complete buffoon trashes something that makes him a handsome profit. But I’m not done talking about Hyunseung, oh no. I want to know exactly what he’s been doing with Jin. And so help me, Yoseob, you’d better not tell me that you don’t know. Because I know you know something. Hyunseung was close to you. Hell, you two might’ve even fucked a few times. There isn’t a thing that he didn’t tell you,” Junhyung sharpened his tone, “And Dongwoon.”
Dongwoon leapt to attention.
“Open your fucking mouth. I want to hear from you, too, or you can pack your shit now and we can skip all this.”
“Yes, Appa,” the brunette responded meekly, but he figured he should start talking then, because he did not at all yearn to leap back into the loving arms of his father.
I know that this chapter might not make any sense right now, but this was intentional. I left specific events out. But do not worry~~ They will be written in the next part which I hope will be posted. soon. sometime. yeah. And then everything will make sense, and you can piece it all together!! :D:D:D:D:D:D
Some bbs already figured out the "big" secret~~~~ BUT NOW YOU ALL KNOW!!!!! But yeah, Seungie is fucked.
So..... I will see you all laterrrrr~~~ Thank you for reading and keeping up with this so very much... I'm sorry if I've disappointed anyone with this, or came short of anything... But thank you all nonetheless~~
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