Junho: Times Like These
Title: Times Like These
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing: Junho centric, a little Junho/Junsu at the end
Word Count: 1,295
Summary: Junho's taken into the house from the streets.
Notes: mmm a little bit of Junho in this series.
times like these
Junho barely scrapes by during the days. There’s food that smells of other food and garbage, but he can’t complain as he shoves it down his throat. He rummages through the recycle looking for half-empty pop cans or water bottles.
This is life.
*
Junho stares at the stranger through narrowed eyes as he closes in on him.
“Relax,” the stranger says hands up as he approaches, “I just want a look at your face.”
He looks at the stranger like he’s a moron but backs away quickly as the stranger makes a grab for his arm. Except, probably not as fast as he should have and he’s tumbling backwards onto the hard cement. He cowers as the stranger pulls at his arm and grabs his face in his hand. He’s turning Junho’s face to one side and then the next.
Finally, he says, “You’ll do quite fine.”
He pulls Junho up onto his feet. “Follow me.”
“Why?”
The stranger looks him in the eye. “It’s either you follow me and make more money than you would have ever imagine or you stay here, continue to live a hopeless life and eat garbage.” He turns his back on Junho and he doesn’t hesitate to follow.
*
Junho blinks at his surroundings. The walls are too white and the furniture is a deep brown that contrasts horribly with the walls. The stranger puts his bag down on the desk and takes Junho by the wrist, tugging him down the hall and into the first room on the left.
The man at the desk looks up as they walk in, frowning. “What’s this, Youngsaeng?”
“Someone new,” Youngsaeng replies and takes Junho’s face in his hands once more. “He’s pretty, don’t you think? Even covered in this dirt he stands out.”
The man seems uninterested as he goes back to his paper work. “Then, I suppose, you’ll take care of everything.”
“Of course.”
“Good.”
*
Junho doesn’t remember the last time he took a shower, so when Youngsaeng hands him clean clothes and a towel he doesn’t know what to do. He stays in the shower longer than he first intended too and smiles brightly up at Youngsaeng when he meets him in the hall outside his new room.
“Your smile is pretty and cute,” Youngsaeng says, with one of his own. “Definitely a good marketing tool.” Youngsaeng studies Junho’s features more. “Yes, it was a good choice bringing you back here.”
“Thank you,” Junho says sincerely. “Really, if you hadn’t-”
“Now, now,” Youngsaeng interrupts, “we’ll have none of that. We’re a whore house not an orphanage. Who’s to say that this isn’t a good decision but a bad one, hm?”
“Are you already trying to scare away the new meat, Youngsaeng?”
Junho looks up and sees three men coming towards them. He cowers a bit, still not used to the idea of people around him.
“Jungmin,” Youngsaeng says sternly, “perhaps you’d like to offer your services to train Junho?”
Jungmin raises an eyebrow and gives Junho a once over. “He’s got a dancer body.”
“So then you’ll help?” Youngsaeng asks giving Jungmin a hopeful look.
“No,” Jungmin replies quickly. “I said he has a dancer’s body, not a stripper’s body.” He flicks his hair to one side. “Besides, I don’t train the new people, Youngsaeng. You can’t teach fabulous that easily.”
Youngsaeng rolls his eyes and gives Junho an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Junho, I forgot to introduce you to these three. This is Jungmin-” he points to the man he was talking to - “this is Wooyoung-” he points to the one on the left - “and this is Kwon.”
Junho bows and momentarily forgets how long he should keep this position, before straightening his back. He’s been on the streets far too long to remember being polite and starts to feel out of place.
“Well, I think we should train him in both,” he hears Kwon tell Youngsaeng. “His body is nice, he looks pretty flexible too.”
“Have you seen underneath his shirt?” Jungmin asks looking pointedly at Youngsaeng.
“No, not yet,” Youngsaeng huffs.
He looks at Junho and smiles. “Let’s have a look-see, shall we?” He fingers the edge of Junho’s shirt and looks up at the younger boy. Junho gulps but nods his head and Youngsaeng lifts his shirt. He misses Youngsaeng’s grin as he runs his hand up and down Junho’s abs.
“Don’t hog him to yourself!” Jungmin cries and runs over to grope at Junho’s stomach but Youngsaeng immediately smacks his hand out of the way and pulls down Junho’s shirt.
“You’re not a customer, Jungmin. You’re also not training him, remember?”
Frowning, Jungmin sticks his tongue out at Youngsaeng petulantly. “Fine.”
“I’ll train him if you plan on making him a whore,” Wooyoung says, speaking up for the first time. “I refuse, however, to teach him how to dance with a pole because I barely know how to do that myself.”
“That’s fine, Wooyoung-ah,” Youngsaeng replies brightly. “Kwon can you teach him how to work the pole?”
“Sure, sure, no problem,” Kwon says with a wave of his hand. “It’ll be fun.”
“Why doesn’t he learn how to run the bar, too?” Wooyoung suggests and grins when Youngsaeng looks like he’s mulling it over. “You know, give Jinwoon and Chansung a break when it comes to the bar so they can make money else where.”
“Good idea, Wooyoung,” Youngsaeng says. “I’ll run it by Changmin.”
He turns to look at Junho and pats him on the back. “Welcome to your new life, Junho.”
*
Junho adjusts to life in the whorehouse fairly quick. He learns that the club’s name is called B2 and that they’re all high-priced whores. The priciest is Jungmin - he rarely gets customers unless they’re aristocrats - followed closely by Wooyoung and Jo Kwon. He learns tricks from Wooyoung and how to swivel his hips from Jo Kwon.
Youngsaeng had run the idea of Junho working the bar past Changmin and he liked it. Nowadays, Junho’s either training with Wooyoung, Kwon or Jinwoon (sometimes Chansung when Jinwoon’s busy). Junho remembers days when he’d cower away from strangers and dig through garbage cans shamelessly looking for food.
Now ... Junho feels like he has a home.
*
Junho’s nervous when he gets his first customer - an aristocrat who asks for someone cute with a nice build. He bites on his lip when Wooyoung relays the message to him from Youngsaeng.
“Stop that,” Wooyoung tells him and hits Junho’s face lightly. “You’ll be fine.”
Junho shakes his head. “No, I’m going to screw up or something. I’m going to end up biting his cock by accident or - I’m serious, Wooyoung!”
Wooyoung’s trying to control his laughter. “If you do bite his dick off you’ll be living on the streets again. Changmin will kick you out so fast you won’t know what hit you, I’m serious.”
Junho grinds his teeth together. He remembers the days when he lived on the streets and shudders - he’ll never go back.
“You’ll be fine,” Wooyoung says soothingly, squeezing his shoulder and kissing him lightly on the lips. “Trust me.”
*
Junho’s eyes widen slightly when he meets his customer for the first time. He remembers this face plastered in shops and forgets slightly what he’s supposed to do.
“Youngsaeng never fails to meet my expectations with his whores,” the customer says as he approaches Junho, his eyes raking over Junho’s body.
Junho’s star struck and his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as he tries to speak to his customer.
“You may call me Junsu,” he says and brushes his lips over Junho’s.
“Junsu,” Junho’s says, feeling the name with his lips. “Junsu.”
Junsu grins. “It’ll sound better when you’re screaming it.”
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Rating: PG-13
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing: Junho centric, a little Junho/Junsu at the end
Word Count: 1,295
Summary: Junho's taken into the house from the streets.
Notes: mmm a little bit of Junho in this series.
times like these
Junho barely scrapes by during the days. There’s food that smells of other food and garbage, but he can’t complain as he shoves it down his throat. He rummages through the recycle looking for half-empty pop cans or water bottles.
This is life.
*
Junho stares at the stranger through narrowed eyes as he closes in on him.
“Relax,” the stranger says hands up as he approaches, “I just want a look at your face.”
He looks at the stranger like he’s a moron but backs away quickly as the stranger makes a grab for his arm. Except, probably not as fast as he should have and he’s tumbling backwards onto the hard cement. He cowers as the stranger pulls at his arm and grabs his face in his hand. He’s turning Junho’s face to one side and then the next.
Finally, he says, “You’ll do quite fine.”
He pulls Junho up onto his feet. “Follow me.”
“Why?”
The stranger looks him in the eye. “It’s either you follow me and make more money than you would have ever imagine or you stay here, continue to live a hopeless life and eat garbage.” He turns his back on Junho and he doesn’t hesitate to follow.
*
Junho blinks at his surroundings. The walls are too white and the furniture is a deep brown that contrasts horribly with the walls. The stranger puts his bag down on the desk and takes Junho by the wrist, tugging him down the hall and into the first room on the left.
The man at the desk looks up as they walk in, frowning. “What’s this, Youngsaeng?”
“Someone new,” Youngsaeng replies and takes Junho’s face in his hands once more. “He’s pretty, don’t you think? Even covered in this dirt he stands out.”
The man seems uninterested as he goes back to his paper work. “Then, I suppose, you’ll take care of everything.”
“Of course.”
“Good.”
*
Junho doesn’t remember the last time he took a shower, so when Youngsaeng hands him clean clothes and a towel he doesn’t know what to do. He stays in the shower longer than he first intended too and smiles brightly up at Youngsaeng when he meets him in the hall outside his new room.
“Your smile is pretty and cute,” Youngsaeng says, with one of his own. “Definitely a good marketing tool.” Youngsaeng studies Junho’s features more. “Yes, it was a good choice bringing you back here.”
“Thank you,” Junho says sincerely. “Really, if you hadn’t-”
“Now, now,” Youngsaeng interrupts, “we’ll have none of that. We’re a whore house not an orphanage. Who’s to say that this isn’t a good decision but a bad one, hm?”
“Are you already trying to scare away the new meat, Youngsaeng?”
Junho looks up and sees three men coming towards them. He cowers a bit, still not used to the idea of people around him.
“Jungmin,” Youngsaeng says sternly, “perhaps you’d like to offer your services to train Junho?”
Jungmin raises an eyebrow and gives Junho a once over. “He’s got a dancer body.”
“So then you’ll help?” Youngsaeng asks giving Jungmin a hopeful look.
“No,” Jungmin replies quickly. “I said he has a dancer’s body, not a stripper’s body.” He flicks his hair to one side. “Besides, I don’t train the new people, Youngsaeng. You can’t teach fabulous that easily.”
Youngsaeng rolls his eyes and gives Junho an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Junho, I forgot to introduce you to these three. This is Jungmin-” he points to the man he was talking to - “this is Wooyoung-” he points to the one on the left - “and this is Kwon.”
Junho bows and momentarily forgets how long he should keep this position, before straightening his back. He’s been on the streets far too long to remember being polite and starts to feel out of place.
“Well, I think we should train him in both,” he hears Kwon tell Youngsaeng. “His body is nice, he looks pretty flexible too.”
“Have you seen underneath his shirt?” Jungmin asks looking pointedly at Youngsaeng.
“No, not yet,” Youngsaeng huffs.
He looks at Junho and smiles. “Let’s have a look-see, shall we?” He fingers the edge of Junho’s shirt and looks up at the younger boy. Junho gulps but nods his head and Youngsaeng lifts his shirt. He misses Youngsaeng’s grin as he runs his hand up and down Junho’s abs.
“Don’t hog him to yourself!” Jungmin cries and runs over to grope at Junho’s stomach but Youngsaeng immediately smacks his hand out of the way and pulls down Junho’s shirt.
“You’re not a customer, Jungmin. You’re also not training him, remember?”
Frowning, Jungmin sticks his tongue out at Youngsaeng petulantly. “Fine.”
“I’ll train him if you plan on making him a whore,” Wooyoung says, speaking up for the first time. “I refuse, however, to teach him how to dance with a pole because I barely know how to do that myself.”
“That’s fine, Wooyoung-ah,” Youngsaeng replies brightly. “Kwon can you teach him how to work the pole?”
“Sure, sure, no problem,” Kwon says with a wave of his hand. “It’ll be fun.”
“Why doesn’t he learn how to run the bar, too?” Wooyoung suggests and grins when Youngsaeng looks like he’s mulling it over. “You know, give Jinwoon and Chansung a break when it comes to the bar so they can make money else where.”
“Good idea, Wooyoung,” Youngsaeng says. “I’ll run it by Changmin.”
He turns to look at Junho and pats him on the back. “Welcome to your new life, Junho.”
*
Junho adjusts to life in the whorehouse fairly quick. He learns that the club’s name is called B2 and that they’re all high-priced whores. The priciest is Jungmin - he rarely gets customers unless they’re aristocrats - followed closely by Wooyoung and Jo Kwon. He learns tricks from Wooyoung and how to swivel his hips from Jo Kwon.
Youngsaeng had run the idea of Junho working the bar past Changmin and he liked it. Nowadays, Junho’s either training with Wooyoung, Kwon or Jinwoon (sometimes Chansung when Jinwoon’s busy). Junho remembers days when he’d cower away from strangers and dig through garbage cans shamelessly looking for food.
Now ... Junho feels like he has a home.
*
Junho’s nervous when he gets his first customer - an aristocrat who asks for someone cute with a nice build. He bites on his lip when Wooyoung relays the message to him from Youngsaeng.
“Stop that,” Wooyoung tells him and hits Junho’s face lightly. “You’ll be fine.”
Junho shakes his head. “No, I’m going to screw up or something. I’m going to end up biting his cock by accident or - I’m serious, Wooyoung!”
Wooyoung’s trying to control his laughter. “If you do bite his dick off you’ll be living on the streets again. Changmin will kick you out so fast you won’t know what hit you, I’m serious.”
Junho grinds his teeth together. He remembers the days when he lived on the streets and shudders - he’ll never go back.
“You’ll be fine,” Wooyoung says soothingly, squeezing his shoulder and kissing him lightly on the lips. “Trust me.”
*
Junho’s eyes widen slightly when he meets his customer for the first time. He remembers this face plastered in shops and forgets slightly what he’s supposed to do.
“Youngsaeng never fails to meet my expectations with his whores,” the customer says as he approaches Junho, his eyes raking over Junho’s body.
Junho’s star struck and his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as he tries to speak to his customer.
“You may call me Junsu,” he says and brushes his lips over Junho’s.
“Junsu,” Junho’s says, feeling the name with his lips. “Junsu.”
Junsu grins. “It’ll sound better when you’re screaming it.”
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