Gigolò: 4/20
---CHAPTER FOUR---
Late afternoon arrived when Hyori rang his doorbell.
It was an apartment that looked more on the pricey side, but it was modest in size. He must have come from money, she thought. Still, In Young did say he was employed in something. When Chansung opened the door, she didn't think twice on it.
He was in fitted slacks and buttoning up an untucked dress shirt, the smallest bit of skin at the top distracting her. His hair was still a bit moist from his quick shower.
"You came," he said.
"Yeah."
"Well come in," Chansung said, nodding his head toward the inside of his home.
He did have somewhere to go, but couldn't skip the chance of speaking with her. A smile grew on his face he leaned around her to shut the door, his cologne floating off his warm skin. She went to sit down, the scent making her shiver. Hyori willed any illicit thoughts to stop, remembering this was a meeting of friends. Friends. She repeated the word over and over in her head.
"Tea. Right."
He walked over to his open kitchen as she sat herself on his sofa. It was a dark, rich leather that was molded into modern lines. His floor was white and polished, and the sofa was a stark contrast. In front of it sat a plain coffee table about the same shade. There were no other chairs in his living room and only a single stool sat by his kitchen counter. The place was minimal in the amount of wall decor it had and there were no pictures. It had no distinct personality or feminine touches that would show signs of a woman, or even girlfriend, in his life. The space was very impersonal, as if it could change with whoever entered it.
Chansung returned to her with two hot cups of tea, setting one in front of her. He kept his distance on the sofa.
She sipped quietly as he finished fixing his collar and attaching cuff links to his shirt.
"Going somewhere?" she asked.
"Yeah. Work. But I have a few minutes."
He smiled and she returned it, but that word came to the front of her mind: work. She remembered the number In Young gave her.
"Did you start this job during school?" she started, "I thought you were going full-time."
He stood up suddenly to lift and tuck in his shirt. Hyori eyed the small trail of hair that flashed in front of her.
"It comes and goes. I work odd jobs on commission. Nothing too bad, but it pays the bills."
She was distracted again, but shook her head, getting her mind back on track.
"So...what kind of odd jobs?"
She took more sips of her tea and Chansung slowed the tucking of his shirt. Her eyes grew curious as they looked at him. His brows furrowed as if contemplating something.
"Well," he sat back down, "I do some janitorial work..."
...he remembered an anally clean woman, who made him scrub the house until he was sweating before she made love to him...
"...some chauffeuring..."
...he remembered another who was scared to drive, and went down on him as headed miles out to a secluded area where they'd fuck in her car...
"....and even some construction work."
...he remembered one more who liked it rough, making depressions and cracks on the walls when he rammed her against them.
Hyori looked impressed, but decided to bring up In Young anyway.
"A friend of mine gave me your number this morning."
Chansung paused, eyes threatening to widen. He moved again to pick up his cup.
"Oh? Which friend? Why'd she give it to you?"
"She said I could use your 'goods,'" she chuckled, "do you sell anything by any chance?"
His phone buzzed and he thanked whatever power above that it changed the subject.
"Hang on, I need to take this. Can you give me a minute?"
He got up and checked his phone, suddenly nervous. It was very unlike him. Then again, she made him this way.
"I got to get to work."
"Oh," Hyori rose, "okay. Well, I have your number...we'll talk later?"
Their talk was short, but despite their awkward run-ins, the most he could be was a sexual deviant. She'd let his girlfriend deal with that, whoever she was. Seo In Young hadn't treated her any better in her speech, so it was nice to have someone else to talk to. The semester passed, but she didn't mind gaining a new friend that didn't act so ridiculous.
People have urges and sometimes they act on them, she thought, and soon decided she'd let it go. At least she knew that he wouldn't judge her if she let those urges take over...right?
Hyori let herself out waving a polite goodbye.
Chansung stayed behind and put on a belt, a tie and polished black shoes. He went to a small closet in his bedroom, obtaining a small bag. His hair was fixed and combed, and he looked very much the part of the gentlemen he claimed to be.
His door clicked shut as he left and he took one last look in the bag, counting the many tubes of lubricant. He also checked his phone to call back who messaged him during his chat with Hyori. A beat after the ringing, he heard a woman's voice.
"Shit, finally! Are you that busy?"
"No ma'am. I'll be there in half an hour."
"Hey, call me In Young! I'm not an old hag. Ma'am, what the hell..."
She hung up. He put his phone aside as he started his car, driving off into the night.
---
Chansung left the bag in the car as he arrived at a cocktail party in an elite district of town. It was basically a gathering of rich men and their flighty women. He must have seen twenty of his clients in the first five minutes. Entering, he kept a straight face, searching for In Young in the crowd. He directed his attention to a loud woman's voice and the poke of a peacock feather in a crowd, ostentatiousness a signature of her outfits. A young man, about his age, was speaking to her. There was a girl on his arm with her back to Chansung.
"So what do you plan to do with all your money? It would be wise to invest some in something with long-term growth, wouldn't it?" he asked her.
Chansung would learn quick that he was ever the professional.
"Spend it. What else would I do? Invest in something...honestly. Save for the future? You're married, you do it. I am enjoying being a free bird and have enough money to toss even if I grew to be two hundred!" she took a sip of the drink she was holding, "Take care of your young wifey. And loosen up would you? Ask her to dance or something, you're boring as hell."
She took another swig. The young man just chuckled politely as the girl next to him cast her eyes downward.
As In Young saw Chansung approaching, she called him out.
"Ah yes, now here's a man...Chansung! Get your ass over here!"
Chansung walked over as calmly as he could. He had his work cut out for him that night.
"In Young," he said, voice low and velvety.
The other women in the crowd looked him up and down as he went to In Young. He offered his arm and took her free hand in his.
"Everyone, this is my date for the night...Chansung."
"Hello," he replied. He could already see the gears in half of their heads turning and their faces flushing. The reddest of all was the one next to the young man In Young had been talking to.
"Chansung, I especially want you to meet...what is your name again?"
"Jinki. Nice to meet you Chansung."
They shook hands firmly as Jinki gave a broad, unknowing smile.
"Student?"
"Yes."
"Thought so. You look about my age. You could have been out with someone your age. Why spend an evening with this old bag?"
"Old bag!?" In Young screamed.
"Come on, you're old enough to know what a joke is. But really Chansung," he pondered, "why?"
Chansung looked down at In Young, who was giving a deadly stare to Jinki, before he spoke back to their small crowd.
"Do I need a reason to want to spend the night with a beautiful woman? Isn't that every man's wish?"
Chansung said it with the utmost confidence and coolness, and Jinki couldn't do anything but turn his nose up at him.
"I believe so...sorry to offend-"
"No offense taken," Chansung replied, far quicker this time and catching Jinki off-guard. In Young was all smiles next to him.
"Ehem...let me introduce who I've escorted. This is my wife, Hyoyeon."
The girl raised her head, and despite her crimson color, held out her hand to shake Chansung's.
"Nice to meet you Chansung."
"The pleasure is all mine...truly."
Jinki smiled, proud that his wife received a compliment on her beauty, despite his sudden distaste for Chansung. But all she could do was shy away again and clutch his arm. Her breathing picked up and Jinki asked if she wanted to have a seat. He'd had his own share of panic attacks and knew it'd be troublesome if she fainted at such an esteemed event. They were one of the younger couples there and Jinki knew he'd need those connections if he wanted to get anywhere after university.
The two couples mingled with others for a few more hours. Chansung barely drank, as he had to keep his wits about him. Hyoyeon was clutching Jinki and looking extremely nervous. In Young seemed to be the only one enjoying the festivities, the peacock feather in her hat bobbing around the room and above the crowd. She was boisterous and loud. Chansung really had to keep his wits about him.
At some point, she excused herself to the restroom, so he stood aside, waiting.
Once In Young was inside, she locked the door and took out her cell phone.
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Hyori had dozed off on her couch. The phone rang and she jolted awake, pieces of it disheveled. She squinted in the dimness of her room as she tried to see the name on the caller I.D.: In Young. Rolling her eyes, she finally answered.
"Hello?"
"Were you asleep? You sound drowsy. Were you reading?"
"Um...no."
She tried to flatten her hair and pushed two fallen books from her lap.
"Get the hell up! I'm at this party and you could score some-"
"I am not interested in those guys In Young. And those parties are boring. I don't want to go. And weren't you hungover earlier?"
It was approaching ten in the evening, less than a day after In Young was nearly emptying the contents of her stomach into any basin she could find.
"Have your fun while you can! Shit, I am."
Hyori began to sound exasperated.
"I said I'm not-"
"See you in an hour. If you don't come, I'm dropping you."
"When did you ever 'pick me up?'"
"...just get your ass over here. I'm texting you the address."
Hyori giggled at how much of a pushover she could be with her crazy friend, and got up anyway. She grabbed a towel and headed to her bathroom; she had a party to get to.