Heated moments and Colder truths → for EVERYONE
Title: Heated moments and Colder truths
Pairing(s): Xiumin/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, sexual content & mentions of abuse
Word count: ~5000
Summary: With few friends and no possessions there isn't much Minseok can do about his situation. Being employed at a brothel isn't making it easier, but at least it's something. At least he knows his secret is safe.
”Would you like some water?” He asks, edging off the bed when it’s apparent that no further body contact will be insisted upon, it’s not surprising in the least, there are the people who come for the resemblance of something intimate and there are people who come to make use of their money and bothered libidos. Minseok always offers water regardless, even if it’s declined more often than not.
When he gets no more than a dismissive wave of a hand he hums understandingly, settling with a glass for only himself. The water’s lukewarm and Minseok blows at it absently, taking a gulp a moment later to clear his head, icy coldness numbing his sore throat.
He sits down at the foot of the bed, angling his body to display the artwork of bruises his client has left for him to carry. It’s all part of the act, and the act won’t stop until he’s left alone in this room or asked to leave himself, so Minseok does his best at not looking bored, making a show of seeming thoroughly fucked and happily spent. Everything to boost whatever ego is bestowed the man before him.
At a stern “Clean me.” Minseok picks up the wash cloth and bowl of water from the side table, keeping his hands lenient and steady as he’s wiping his guest off. He’s also made to help him dress, fingers nimbly lacing his pants, as used to this as he is to undressing people. Shivering when rough hands shove him back into the bed he takes a calming breath when they reattach around his throat, pressing into the already there hand prints. Then one of them moves up to brush down his temple to his cheek, carefully soft, contrasting to the harsh constraint on his respiratory system. “So pretty.” Is whispered into the skin under his chin before teeth dig into it, harsh, warningly, and Minseok doesn’t have to fight to refrain from squirming, however uncomfortable he is. He’s used to it after all.
He’s still lying down when Jongdae comes in, his expression wary as he edges inside, then understanding and empathizing, when he gets a proper look at Minseok’s state. “One of those huh?” He asks, voice light as he bends down to pick up Minseok’s since long discarded pants and offers them to him. “Let’s get you to Yixing and he’ll fix you up quick as a heartbeat.”
Minseok nods absently.
“How was yours?” He asks conversationally, sitting up and accepting Jongdae brushing through his hair with his fingers, the act similar to that of a cat’s grooming.
“T’was an easy one, though my knees could be happier.” Jongdae replies, shrugging indifferently. “Tasted awful too.” He adds then, eyes narrowing seemingly deep in thought. “Could be a lot worse.” Jongdae shrugs again, helping Minseok up from the bed.
“Always can be.” Minseok agrees pulling on his pants and follows Jongdae out of the room, not before he’s opened a window though to air out the smell of sweat and cum; the cleaner will be there in a minute to change the sheets and tidy up, but Minseok always feels better if he at least rids of some of the unpleasantness.
Lu Han nods at them when they pass the reception and waiting room, scribbling something down in that big book of his, usual scowl in place when he looks back down on the open page. “Nothing unexpected?” He asks when they’re nearly out the door and Minseok pretty much sighs out his ‘no’, just loud enough for Lu Han to hear.
Jongdae’s lips are pursed when Minseok looks, it’s an uneasy look and one many of the workers at the brothel don after any sort of interaction with Lu Han. Minseok knows better than to reprimand Jongdae though, he, at least, isn’t making the face out of spite or disgust.
Out in the alley, the two of them throw cautious glances around before knocking on the door right across the one they got out from. The air is heavy with summer warmth and dust from the dry roads of the city. Hearing footsteps from the other side of the door Minseok calmly gives Jongdae a glance, wondering if his friend is in any need of Yixing’s services at all.
He’s just about to ask when Yixing interrupts him with an upset smile.
“Come inside.” He says, also checking the alley for intruders as he stands to the side to let them in. “On the table please.” He instructs when the entryway is properly sealed behind them and Minseok is fast to comply, jumping up on the exam table with practiced ease and pulling off the robe he’d put on before to sit bare chested and exposed to Yixing’s narrowing eyes. “Nothing out of the ordinary I see.” He mutters, pulling his hair into a sloppy bun before closing in on Minseok with his right arm raised.
Minseok shivers when Yixing’s hand stops, hovering, over his throat, where he knows there’s a bruise in the shape of a handprint lasting from his session. Then there’s the cold, nipping at his flesh like hundreds of small fishes, cold to the point of burning. No matter that Minseok expects it; the feeling still makes something in his blood rush. It’s over even before Minseok can shy away to avoid the feeling, and he shudders as Yixing walks around him to work on his back.
They’re finished in a little over five minutes, Yixing wiping at a brow sweaty with concentration.
“Do you want me to..?” Yixing asks, looking embarrassed gesturing towards Minseok’s ass. Which is sort of funny in a way, since he really shouldn’t be embarrassed considering he’s always asking and Minseok always answers with a non-caring shrug that they both know means no.
“I’m fine.” Minseok says after his obligatory shrug and slides down from the table to stretch his arms over his head tiredly.
“Anything I can do for you Jongdae?” Yixing inquires, politely clasping his hands in front of himself and keeping his posture hunched over.
“Give me some wine to rinse my mouth with and I’ll be good to go.” The youngest grins appreciatively and hands Minseok his discarded robe.
“You’re expected in the display room.” Lu Han says when they get back, quietly eyeing Minseok up and down and jotting something down in the little black leather-bound book. Despite knowing that Yixing had done a fine job Minseok looks down at himself and wonders what Lu Han could even possibly see, with him being dressed and everything.
Taking the stage door into the correct chamber Minseok nods at the two other men waiting behind the curtains. There’s no stage really, only small moveable pedestals for them to stand on, all of the same height, making Minseok feel inadequate whenever he’s placed next to any of the taller workers. He’s between Jongdae and Tao this time, Kris standing on Tao’s left.
“We just never catch a break do we?” Jongdae snorts before dropping to the floor for ten quick push-ups. Minseok stretches next to him, loosening his limbs and carefully brushing his hair from his eyes, regarding the mirrored walls around them to check for any fault in his appearance.
“Nope.” Kris looks like he’s meditating, standing silently with his eyes closed. The tattoos and many piercings making him look dangerous and empowered in his stillness.
Jongdae jumps up from the floor at the first tap of a cane against the wooden floor, Tao’s hastily biting his lips swollen and red and Kris is opening his eyes irritatedly. The second makes them all stand straighter and at the third they are all looking up at the curtain that’s slowly gliding open.
There are two men waiting for them, both significantly taller than Minseok but both shorter than Kris, though not by much from what he can tell. He doesn’t spare them a glance, it’s not why he’s there, and if one looks better than the other Minseok doesn’t want to be disappointed if stuck with the less attractive one. He settles with staring at their chests, noting the fine designs of their shirts and coats. There is broidery, shiny buttons and intricate cuts, though a definite difference between the two. The chain of a pocket watch gleams on the chest of the man to the right and there’s a pair of roundly framed glasses in the same pocket the chain disappears into.
Minseok is generally stuck with feeling underdressed and common all of the time, not entirely unexpected considering the dress code of his fellow workers, even though he’s in actuality the one whore wearing the most garments. While Minseok dons loose fitting white shirts and pants in greens and browns Jongdae is constantly put in the tightest of pants, looking like they’ve been painted on his legs, and small vests with open fronts, and when it comes to Kris and Tao, Minseok isn’t even sure he’s ever seen them with shirts on. The apricot silk in Tao’s sirwal pants makes the tan skin of his chest look even more enticing and in combination with his assortment of jewelry glistening in gold and the dark smoky coal around his eyes he looks captivatingly exotic. Kris’ dark leather pants and body piece of leather straps and studs is an interesting contrast to say the least.
They all have concepts, and from what Minseok knows there’s nothing he can do to change his own.
“I want him.” A resolute voice sounds and Minseok wakes from his thinking to see the man to the left raise his arm. Following the pointed finger Minseok sees Kris nod shortly and step forward at the demand. “You can have whichever of the others.” The man says then, turning towards the taller of the two. “Or all of them.” He says next and Minseok can hear the smug grin without effort.
“Uhm.” Is his response, which earns the man to the right a slap on the arm; Minseok fights a yawn from escaping him.
“Just pick one, if you’re not pleased - literally - you can demand another one.” There are steps then, leading to the front of Minseok, and he finds himself face to face with a bored looking stare. “This one seems cute. A bit scrawny perhaps, but you like that don’t you?”
“Uhm-“ The man in front of Minseok turns around with a glare, undoubtedly annoyed. “Yeah, I guess he’ll do fine.”
Nodding in understanding Minseok steps down to walk up to the man, feeling small beside Kris who’s waiting for his client to follow; the four of them are soon out at Lu Han’s desk.
“Oh Sehun, I want the room with the swing.” Kris’ client voices, bored sounding and Minseok can’t help but smile at his own guest as he makes a face of disgust.
“I did not need to hear that.” He grimaces with a shudder.
“What do you want?” Oh Sehun asks with a roll of his eyes. Minseok thinks he likes him, despite his bad attitude, or maybe it’s because of it.
The frown the question gets in return makes the gangly man look fairly endearing. “Just a bed, normal bed in a normal room.”
“And your name sir?” Lu Han inquires, his hand holding the pen hovering, waiting, and eyes staring expressionlessly. He doesn’t show any kind of reaction when the two guests are silent a little too long, undoubtedly taking in Lu Han’s malformed appearance. Minseok knows all too well how unnerving the scars over his right cheek and hollowness of the blind eye feel when beheld for the first time. How it is even now, after years of knowing the otherwise fair male, still not able to make him show any sign of happiness.
“Park Chanyeol.” Is the response and Minseok smiles encouragingly at the glance and nod he receives in greeting, as if Park Chanyeol just remembered that he’s there. He leads them off after Sehun’s proclamation of being the one to pay for both and Lu Han’s acknowledging hum.
“What happened to him?” Is asks as soon as they’re out of hearing distance.
“I am afraid it is not in my place to say, my lord.” Minseok replies, knowing that if he did tell he would be stuck with the task of trying to lighten an altogether unfit dark mood.
“I’m no lord.”
“But you are my guest, and any guest of mine deserves to be treated as one.” He insists brightly, as they walk down the corridor to the last door in the row.
“Do you- uh… have many guests coming here?” There’s a faint blush over Chanyeol’s cheeks, which Minseok appreciates, it means things probably won’t be too difficult this session.
“Why yes, surely you are aware of the reputation of the Royal Flush?” Minseok asks, knowing that there’s probably no one over the age of ten in town that doesn’t know of the brothel or its ethics. With composure he’s opening the door and gesturing for Chanyeol to step inside.
“I’m not unaware.”
“Of course you aren’t.” Minseok smiles happily, or at least he looks happy; happy, young and far too innocent for a place like this, just the way people want him. When the door’s closed behind them Chanyeol’s already awkward behavior seems to take a step for the worse, with him freezing up momentarily until Minseok presses a hand to his shoulder. “Let’s go sit on the bed.” He says, allowing his hand to travel down the warm back of his guest in a soft caress.
The bed is soft, covered in clean light grey sheets with silver details in the fabric, and the lighting is equally tranquil. Minseok pushes Chanyeol down to sit down, following and straddling his lap slowly, making sure they’re both relaxed.
“I haven’t done this before.”
Minseok looks up at that, pausing in the unbuttoning of Chanyeol’s shirt, his eyes met with a worried frown. It’s kind of cute how he seems to think that it’s something he needs to say for Minseok to know it. Smiling he bends forward to place a kiss at the corner of his mouth, lifts a hand to cup Chanyeol’s face before leaning in closer, lips brushing against his ear as he speaks.
“Fucked a boy or fucked a whore?”
It’s not even close to the dirtiest thing Minseok has said, but the effect is all the same, Chanyeol’s breath hitching and from the fingers on his throat Minseok can feel his heartbeat quicken. Then the tentative touch of hands on his hips has him lean back. There’s a lovely blush over Chanyeol’s cheeks and Minseok makes a show of reaching up to start the unbuttoning of his own shirt slowly and baring the pale skin of his chest. Chanyeol is positively spellbound, eyes flickering between the movement of his hands and Minseok’s face.
“Whore.” He rasps; clears his throat. “I haven’t fucked a whore.”
“But you want to.” Minseok says, reaching down to cup himself and rubs at his hardening cock, breathing heavily. “Don’t you?” The hands still on his hips roughen in their grip before rising to push Minseok’s shirt back and off.
“Yes.” Chanyeol nods, and Minseok smiles as he moves forward to straddle Chanyeol on the bed.
“It’s real easy,” He whispers, fingers kneading at the bulge in Chanyeol’s pants. “all you need to do is decide how you want me, and you’ll have me.”
Chanyeol kisses him, moans when Minseok responds with tongue and a roll of his hips. It’s filthy, Minseok practically devouring Chanyeol’s mouth until Chanyeol’s hand on his chest pushes him back. “On your knees.” He demands, voice hoarse.
“As you command.” Minseok smiles gliding off the bed to untie his pants. He does it without finesse or any teasing, pushes them down and steps out of them quick and efficiently only to crawl when he’s back on the bed, deliberately moving and angling to show the bare planes of his body. He loves the way Chanyeol visibly gulps as he looks at him, loves how he stresses to get his own pants off, how he looks like there’s nothing he wants more than to bury himself deep into Minseok’s body. “I’m quite loose already, this will be quick.” He comments as he reaches for the fine glass bottle on the bedside table.
He’s got two fingers in his ass, scissoring swiftly, before he looks up again, to find Chanyeol stare at him openmouthed and looking like he’s being tortured. Smirking Minseok allows himself an estimation of Chanyeol’s body; narrows his eyes at the sight of Chanyeol’s cock, hard and curved up towards his stomach, and hums thoughtfully as he adds two more fingers to push into him.
“I have rather small hands I’m afraid.” He explains at the groan Chanyeol lets out.
“Just let me-“ Chanyeol’s face twists up as if in agony and Minseok smiles at the twitch of his cock and nods encouragingly.
“Whatever you want.” He says, sounding just cheeky enough to have Chanyeol look up at his face hungrily. “M’done.” Fingers slipping out of his ass Minseok twists his body and presents himself in a way that’s perfectly appropriate to a client of his. On his knees and hands, like Chanyeol had asked, he looks over his shoulder with half-closed eyes and an open mouth. Knows that in the faint light from the candles on the wall he looks like he has the most sinful of promises to give, and it couldn’t be more right could it?
Chanyeol’s got a fist around himself scooting forward on his knees, free hand tentative when he carefully places it on Minseok’s hip. His cock is already lined up and ready to push in when something stops him and for a moment looks up at Minseok, eyebrows furrowed.
“How old are you?” He asks, croaks, and Minseok can’t help the throaty laugh he lets out at the question.
“Above the age of consent, if that’s your concern.” He smiles into his arm, trying to not flaunt his amusement even more. “But really, you’re with a whore, I don’t think it really matters all that much. I mean-“ Interrupted by his own moan Minseok gasps at the sheer size of Chanyeol filling him. It would have been a whimper, but it’s been long since Minseok practiced those away, most people want pure admiration and gratitude after all.
Then Chanyeol stops again and Minseok’s about to tell him that he doesn’t need to stop for him to adjust when he realizes that Chanyeol stopped for his own sake, teeth biting into his lower lip, eyes shut and nose wrinkled he looks close to losing everything reminding of control.
The first snap of his hips is much welcome and Minseok grunts at it, fingers curling to grasp at the sheets. At the second he meets him with a soft movement and they slowly build to a somewhat irregular pace. It doesn’t take long at all for Chanyeol to come, only warning being the nails digging into Minseok’s skin before he groans. He thrusts through it, stilling only when he’s completely finished, then collapses to the bed, breath still erratic and cheeks flushed.
They lie still for only a moment before Minseok crawls out of the bed, not bothering about either erection or nakedness he treads up to the carafe of water. “Would you like some water?” He asks, grabbing a glass and the carafe. With his fingers already cold as ice he pours some before looking back and smiling. “I do believe you lost a bit of body fluid.” He adds, trying for cheeky. He can feel the cum dribbling down his legs as he stands.
Nodding and brushing his sweat matted hair from his forehead Chanyeol pushes himself up to lean on his elbows. “I guess I-“ Minseok raises an eyebrow when he stops in the middle of the sentence to stare unabashedly at his cock.
“There’s a shower in case you want to clean yourself off.” Minseok informs, stepping up and offering a glass despite not receiving an answer to his question. Chanyeol downs it all in one go hastily.
“Are you not allowed to come during…” Chanyeol trails off awkwardly, wiping his lips with the back of his hands and frowning.
“I am. But it doesn’t really matter.” Minseok shrugs, leaning against the wall relaxed. “You want help with the shower?”
Frown deepening Chanyeol shakes his head. “I’ll be fine, uhm thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Minseok grins.
He waits outside as Chanyeol gets himself cleaned up, picks up their clothes from the floor and opens a window as per usual. He then wipes himself off with some water from the carafe and a wash cloth, not bothered by frosty temperature of it. When Chanyeol comes back out Minseok helps him dress, already being in his own clothes, and then brings Chanyeol back to Lu Han and the waiting room. He nods in farewell before shaking his head dismissively with a smile at Lu Han’s questioning look.
It’s just over a week later the next time Chanyeol comes in through the doors of Royal Flush, alone, and Minseok’s called for from his small lunch break, Jongdae trailing after him curiously still with an apple in hand.
“You are to use the room of the Queen of Spades.” Lu Han says by way of greeting, not looking up from his papers nor his book, only gesturing politely towards Chanyeol. “You were first choice Minseok.” He says then, at which Jongdae punches Minseok lightly in the arm with a delighted expression.
Looking up at Chanyeol through his lashes Minseok bows thankfully. There is no better critique after all, even though there’s a risk that Chanyeol only chose him because he knows what he’ll get rather than genuinely feeling that Minseok is what he wants.
“I’m pleased to see you returned.” Minseok smiles innocently, leading the way towards the room Chanyeol has required. He’s still smiling when he closes the door behind them before he faces the bed in the middle of the room. “Is there something special you had in mind for today?” He asks, chewing on his lower lip and donning a curious look, inwardly feeling pleased at how Chanyeol’s eyes are fixed on his mouth.
“I- yeah.” Chanyeol breathes, unconsciously leaning forward.
Minseok can tell danger when he’s faced with it and angling his face to the side he avoids Chanyeol trying to lean closer and kiss him. Not everyone appreciates being teased or having to fight for something, but Chanyeol seems like the kind of guy who’d like for things to be a little playful.
“What was that?” He wonders aloud, caressing Chanyeol softly through his pants and looking up at him with a quirk to his lips.
“Could I… I was thinking… Maybe I…”
Leaning forward to breathe into his ear Minseok puts his hand on his chest instead. “Whatever you’re trying to say, the answer is yes.”
Regarding the bob of Chanyeol’s Adam’s apple with amusement Minseok blinks up at the man. “R-Ride me?” He’s asked, Chanyeol sounding both ashamed and excited.
Minseok does. Ride him that is. Hard and relentlessly, clenching around Chanyeol’s cock and twisting his hips like only someone in his profession can. It’s fast, simple and he even comes this time. Untouched at that.
Chanyeol smiles when Minseok lifts himself off of him when they’re finished, takes a glass of water with a please and thank you. He showers afterwards this time too and Minseok says goodbye with another light bow.
Minseok finds himself wishing that it was as easy with every customer. It isn’t though, he knows, and quickly dismisses the thought and returns to his small plate of half eaten food.
He isn’t surprised at all a week later when he once more meets Chanyeol at the reception, he doesn’t show anything though, only smiles and greets him with a pleasant hello. It becomes a regular thing, Chanyeol coming in once every week, switching between Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, Minseok being fucked thoroughly in a few new positions and water, showers and bows.
Jongdae starts asking after the third time they meet what Chanyeol is like in bed, since Minseok has never had to tell, to which Minseok shrugs and tells him that it’s just the regular fuck.
It is after all. Nothing unexpected at all.
It’s cold in the room and Minseok can feel the bruise on his cheek pulsating, winces as he rises from bed, body aching from an onslaught of beatings. He can stand at least, for which he is grateful, and he swallows as he limps to the bench in the room on which the black robe is lying. Black because it hides the color of blood the best, black because it’s the color of death. He ignores the way his hands are shaking as they pull it on and stumble with tying it together.
It’s not surprising when Tao comes inside, it’s been a while since Minseok’s customer left after all and he’s not known for taking his time when he’s finished with a session.
“Are you okay?” The younger asks carefully, obviously noticing that Minseok is wearing the robe.
“I’ve had worse.” Minseok mutters as he puts his hands on himself, freezing the skin where bruises are forming. He sighs when they’re so cold that he can’t feel them. “I just need a trip to Yixing and I’ll be fine.”
As soon as they’re out the room, Tao walking behind Minseok with a hand on his shoulder, Minseok feels instantly better. It’s always been about moving on. Forgetting everything that’s bad and leaving it behind. He shrugs Tao’s hand off and sends him a glare.
“Be careful, you want to keep that one.” He warns, knowing that his powers must have at least frozen his fingertips by now. Minseok’s always worse at controlling himself when he’s hurt.
“I’m fine.” Tao insists, sounding just like the brat he is.
They’re moving quietly, Minseok pulling the hood over his head when they’re at the reception, only just looking up to meet Lu Han’s gaze which darkens instantly when he sees the bruise on Minseok’s face. He’s pursing his lips, undoubtedly making a note of it in his book.
They’re not supposed to touch their faces. Everyone who could be inclined to are informed, and the ones who don’t listen get a warning.
“Minseok?”
Freezing on the spot, both figuratively speaking and literally, at the sound of that voice Minseok inwardly curses his bad luck. Lu Han looks up at the person walking up from behind Minseok, looks up at Chanyeol and frowns.
“Minseok is currently unavailable, you can book an appointment and comeback later.” Lu Han says, warning in his voice. Not that it helps much; the hand landing on his shoulder alerts Minseok into jerking away. He is currently under far too low a temperature for a normal person to be alive in after all, and it wouldn’t take long to notice.
“What is-“ Chanyeol stops abruptly, eyes widening now that Minseok has turned towards him. “You’re hurt!” He gasps, throwing glances between all of their faces with a frown. His arm reaches forward again, as if to throw back the hood of Minseok’s robe, and he huffs loudly when once more Minseok backs away. “Who did this to you?” He asks then, ominously, about to step forward when Tao throws a hand out in between them, sopping his advances.
“You can book a time if you want to, Minseok is not to be seen right now.” Tao enunciates, and for once Minseok doesn’t really mind that the younger is both taller and far more muscular than he is.
“You mean that in the literal way don’t you? Damaged goods or what?” Chanyeol spits out.
"Chanyeol, don’t’ bother - it’s no big deal.”
"Being hurt? That's not something you should be okay with!" Chanyeol is red in the face by now, wrinkle between his eyebrows agitated and Minseok takes a deep breath at the sight.
"But it’s okay. It's money, it's in my contract, and it's not like-"
"LIKE WHAT!?"
“I’M A WHORE!”
At first nobody says anything; Tao avoiding looking at them, Lu Han pursing his lips unhappily and Chanyeol just staring.
Minseok has to clench his fists not to lose control completely, nails digging into his skin. He takes a calming breath and seeing the hairs on Tao’s still raised arm standing up at the cold air he takes another.
“I’m nothing but a whore.” He says, declares, clarifies, the fight in him dissipating at a faster pace than he thought possible. His throat feels sore, like the sudden scream before dug wounds into his vocal chords, and he guesses that one can tell from the wince on Tao’s face.
He feels weak; he can suddenly feel the pain of his beat up body and doesn’t bother with freezing it up again. It’s kind of nice in a way, to match the condition of his mind to the one of his body.
“Minseok, listen to me.” Chanyeol pushes Tao’s arm away using to strength at all, like the only reason it was still up is because Tao forgot he had it there. “It doesn’t matter who or what you are, no one deserves to be hurt for no reason. Please come with me to the hospital and let a doctor check on you.” His voice is soft and promising, an extreme contrast to how it was before, and Minseok wishes he could trust Chanyeol like he wants him to. But neither his employment nor own body allows it. He has a power and he can’t be found out. “Have this happened before?” Chanyeol asks then, like it’s not obvious. But then again, it isn’t supposed to be obvious, and he hasn’t ever seen Minseok hurt before. There’s not a scar on his body after all.
“I can’t come with you.”
Minseok looks away before Chanyeol can answer, steps back with a hand reaching for Tao’s elbow. They’re not allowed to visit Yixing alone, must be two, and he can’t bear staying in the room any longer.
“Minseok-“
“You can’t help me.”
Minseok doesn't tell him why.
Author's note: this is a MAMA-power Steampunk brothel!AU, not that it's that easy to tell from my writing (the steampunk I mean, the other things are kind of obvious I guess?). anyway, i've been struggling with writing, not only this but basically anything, for the past months. this is not as long as i planned, because time and all that. might write the rest some day. i want to thank R and O for supporting me through this despite my constant whining. I hope you all enjoyed and especially you~
Pairing(s): Xiumin/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, sexual content & mentions of abuse
Word count: ~5000
Summary: With few friends and no possessions there isn't much Minseok can do about his situation. Being employed at a brothel isn't making it easier, but at least it's something. At least he knows his secret is safe.
”Would you like some water?” He asks, edging off the bed when it’s apparent that no further body contact will be insisted upon, it’s not surprising in the least, there are the people who come for the resemblance of something intimate and there are people who come to make use of their money and bothered libidos. Minseok always offers water regardless, even if it’s declined more often than not.
When he gets no more than a dismissive wave of a hand he hums understandingly, settling with a glass for only himself. The water’s lukewarm and Minseok blows at it absently, taking a gulp a moment later to clear his head, icy coldness numbing his sore throat.
He sits down at the foot of the bed, angling his body to display the artwork of bruises his client has left for him to carry. It’s all part of the act, and the act won’t stop until he’s left alone in this room or asked to leave himself, so Minseok does his best at not looking bored, making a show of seeming thoroughly fucked and happily spent. Everything to boost whatever ego is bestowed the man before him.
At a stern “Clean me.” Minseok picks up the wash cloth and bowl of water from the side table, keeping his hands lenient and steady as he’s wiping his guest off. He’s also made to help him dress, fingers nimbly lacing his pants, as used to this as he is to undressing people. Shivering when rough hands shove him back into the bed he takes a calming breath when they reattach around his throat, pressing into the already there hand prints. Then one of them moves up to brush down his temple to his cheek, carefully soft, contrasting to the harsh constraint on his respiratory system. “So pretty.” Is whispered into the skin under his chin before teeth dig into it, harsh, warningly, and Minseok doesn’t have to fight to refrain from squirming, however uncomfortable he is. He’s used to it after all.
He’s still lying down when Jongdae comes in, his expression wary as he edges inside, then understanding and empathizing, when he gets a proper look at Minseok’s state. “One of those huh?” He asks, voice light as he bends down to pick up Minseok’s since long discarded pants and offers them to him. “Let’s get you to Yixing and he’ll fix you up quick as a heartbeat.”
Minseok nods absently.
“How was yours?” He asks conversationally, sitting up and accepting Jongdae brushing through his hair with his fingers, the act similar to that of a cat’s grooming.
“T’was an easy one, though my knees could be happier.” Jongdae replies, shrugging indifferently. “Tasted awful too.” He adds then, eyes narrowing seemingly deep in thought. “Could be a lot worse.” Jongdae shrugs again, helping Minseok up from the bed.
“Always can be.” Minseok agrees pulling on his pants and follows Jongdae out of the room, not before he’s opened a window though to air out the smell of sweat and cum; the cleaner will be there in a minute to change the sheets and tidy up, but Minseok always feels better if he at least rids of some of the unpleasantness.
Lu Han nods at them when they pass the reception and waiting room, scribbling something down in that big book of his, usual scowl in place when he looks back down on the open page. “Nothing unexpected?” He asks when they’re nearly out the door and Minseok pretty much sighs out his ‘no’, just loud enough for Lu Han to hear.
Jongdae’s lips are pursed when Minseok looks, it’s an uneasy look and one many of the workers at the brothel don after any sort of interaction with Lu Han. Minseok knows better than to reprimand Jongdae though, he, at least, isn’t making the face out of spite or disgust.
Out in the alley, the two of them throw cautious glances around before knocking on the door right across the one they got out from. The air is heavy with summer warmth and dust from the dry roads of the city. Hearing footsteps from the other side of the door Minseok calmly gives Jongdae a glance, wondering if his friend is in any need of Yixing’s services at all.
He’s just about to ask when Yixing interrupts him with an upset smile.
“Come inside.” He says, also checking the alley for intruders as he stands to the side to let them in. “On the table please.” He instructs when the entryway is properly sealed behind them and Minseok is fast to comply, jumping up on the exam table with practiced ease and pulling off the robe he’d put on before to sit bare chested and exposed to Yixing’s narrowing eyes. “Nothing out of the ordinary I see.” He mutters, pulling his hair into a sloppy bun before closing in on Minseok with his right arm raised.
Minseok shivers when Yixing’s hand stops, hovering, over his throat, where he knows there’s a bruise in the shape of a handprint lasting from his session. Then there’s the cold, nipping at his flesh like hundreds of small fishes, cold to the point of burning. No matter that Minseok expects it; the feeling still makes something in his blood rush. It’s over even before Minseok can shy away to avoid the feeling, and he shudders as Yixing walks around him to work on his back.
They’re finished in a little over five minutes, Yixing wiping at a brow sweaty with concentration.
“Do you want me to..?” Yixing asks, looking embarrassed gesturing towards Minseok’s ass. Which is sort of funny in a way, since he really shouldn’t be embarrassed considering he’s always asking and Minseok always answers with a non-caring shrug that they both know means no.
“I’m fine.” Minseok says after his obligatory shrug and slides down from the table to stretch his arms over his head tiredly.
“Anything I can do for you Jongdae?” Yixing inquires, politely clasping his hands in front of himself and keeping his posture hunched over.
“Give me some wine to rinse my mouth with and I’ll be good to go.” The youngest grins appreciatively and hands Minseok his discarded robe.
“You’re expected in the display room.” Lu Han says when they get back, quietly eyeing Minseok up and down and jotting something down in the little black leather-bound book. Despite knowing that Yixing had done a fine job Minseok looks down at himself and wonders what Lu Han could even possibly see, with him being dressed and everything.
Taking the stage door into the correct chamber Minseok nods at the two other men waiting behind the curtains. There’s no stage really, only small moveable pedestals for them to stand on, all of the same height, making Minseok feel inadequate whenever he’s placed next to any of the taller workers. He’s between Jongdae and Tao this time, Kris standing on Tao’s left.
“We just never catch a break do we?” Jongdae snorts before dropping to the floor for ten quick push-ups. Minseok stretches next to him, loosening his limbs and carefully brushing his hair from his eyes, regarding the mirrored walls around them to check for any fault in his appearance.
“Nope.” Kris looks like he’s meditating, standing silently with his eyes closed. The tattoos and many piercings making him look dangerous and empowered in his stillness.
Jongdae jumps up from the floor at the first tap of a cane against the wooden floor, Tao’s hastily biting his lips swollen and red and Kris is opening his eyes irritatedly. The second makes them all stand straighter and at the third they are all looking up at the curtain that’s slowly gliding open.
There are two men waiting for them, both significantly taller than Minseok but both shorter than Kris, though not by much from what he can tell. He doesn’t spare them a glance, it’s not why he’s there, and if one looks better than the other Minseok doesn’t want to be disappointed if stuck with the less attractive one. He settles with staring at their chests, noting the fine designs of their shirts and coats. There is broidery, shiny buttons and intricate cuts, though a definite difference between the two. The chain of a pocket watch gleams on the chest of the man to the right and there’s a pair of roundly framed glasses in the same pocket the chain disappears into.
Minseok is generally stuck with feeling underdressed and common all of the time, not entirely unexpected considering the dress code of his fellow workers, even though he’s in actuality the one whore wearing the most garments. While Minseok dons loose fitting white shirts and pants in greens and browns Jongdae is constantly put in the tightest of pants, looking like they’ve been painted on his legs, and small vests with open fronts, and when it comes to Kris and Tao, Minseok isn’t even sure he’s ever seen them with shirts on. The apricot silk in Tao’s sirwal pants makes the tan skin of his chest look even more enticing and in combination with his assortment of jewelry glistening in gold and the dark smoky coal around his eyes he looks captivatingly exotic. Kris’ dark leather pants and body piece of leather straps and studs is an interesting contrast to say the least.
They all have concepts, and from what Minseok knows there’s nothing he can do to change his own.
“I want him.” A resolute voice sounds and Minseok wakes from his thinking to see the man to the left raise his arm. Following the pointed finger Minseok sees Kris nod shortly and step forward at the demand. “You can have whichever of the others.” The man says then, turning towards the taller of the two. “Or all of them.” He says next and Minseok can hear the smug grin without effort.
“Uhm.” Is his response, which earns the man to the right a slap on the arm; Minseok fights a yawn from escaping him.
“Just pick one, if you’re not pleased - literally - you can demand another one.” There are steps then, leading to the front of Minseok, and he finds himself face to face with a bored looking stare. “This one seems cute. A bit scrawny perhaps, but you like that don’t you?”
“Uhm-“ The man in front of Minseok turns around with a glare, undoubtedly annoyed. “Yeah, I guess he’ll do fine.”
Nodding in understanding Minseok steps down to walk up to the man, feeling small beside Kris who’s waiting for his client to follow; the four of them are soon out at Lu Han’s desk.
“Oh Sehun, I want the room with the swing.” Kris’ client voices, bored sounding and Minseok can’t help but smile at his own guest as he makes a face of disgust.
“I did not need to hear that.” He grimaces with a shudder.
“What do you want?” Oh Sehun asks with a roll of his eyes. Minseok thinks he likes him, despite his bad attitude, or maybe it’s because of it.
The frown the question gets in return makes the gangly man look fairly endearing. “Just a bed, normal bed in a normal room.”
“And your name sir?” Lu Han inquires, his hand holding the pen hovering, waiting, and eyes staring expressionlessly. He doesn’t show any kind of reaction when the two guests are silent a little too long, undoubtedly taking in Lu Han’s malformed appearance. Minseok knows all too well how unnerving the scars over his right cheek and hollowness of the blind eye feel when beheld for the first time. How it is even now, after years of knowing the otherwise fair male, still not able to make him show any sign of happiness.
“Park Chanyeol.” Is the response and Minseok smiles encouragingly at the glance and nod he receives in greeting, as if Park Chanyeol just remembered that he’s there. He leads them off after Sehun’s proclamation of being the one to pay for both and Lu Han’s acknowledging hum.
“What happened to him?” Is asks as soon as they’re out of hearing distance.
“I am afraid it is not in my place to say, my lord.” Minseok replies, knowing that if he did tell he would be stuck with the task of trying to lighten an altogether unfit dark mood.
“I’m no lord.”
“But you are my guest, and any guest of mine deserves to be treated as one.” He insists brightly, as they walk down the corridor to the last door in the row.
“Do you- uh… have many guests coming here?” There’s a faint blush over Chanyeol’s cheeks, which Minseok appreciates, it means things probably won’t be too difficult this session.
“Why yes, surely you are aware of the reputation of the Royal Flush?” Minseok asks, knowing that there’s probably no one over the age of ten in town that doesn’t know of the brothel or its ethics. With composure he’s opening the door and gesturing for Chanyeol to step inside.
“I’m not unaware.”
“Of course you aren’t.” Minseok smiles happily, or at least he looks happy; happy, young and far too innocent for a place like this, just the way people want him. When the door’s closed behind them Chanyeol’s already awkward behavior seems to take a step for the worse, with him freezing up momentarily until Minseok presses a hand to his shoulder. “Let’s go sit on the bed.” He says, allowing his hand to travel down the warm back of his guest in a soft caress.
The bed is soft, covered in clean light grey sheets with silver details in the fabric, and the lighting is equally tranquil. Minseok pushes Chanyeol down to sit down, following and straddling his lap slowly, making sure they’re both relaxed.
“I haven’t done this before.”
Minseok looks up at that, pausing in the unbuttoning of Chanyeol’s shirt, his eyes met with a worried frown. It’s kind of cute how he seems to think that it’s something he needs to say for Minseok to know it. Smiling he bends forward to place a kiss at the corner of his mouth, lifts a hand to cup Chanyeol’s face before leaning in closer, lips brushing against his ear as he speaks.
“Fucked a boy or fucked a whore?”
It’s not even close to the dirtiest thing Minseok has said, but the effect is all the same, Chanyeol’s breath hitching and from the fingers on his throat Minseok can feel his heartbeat quicken. Then the tentative touch of hands on his hips has him lean back. There’s a lovely blush over Chanyeol’s cheeks and Minseok makes a show of reaching up to start the unbuttoning of his own shirt slowly and baring the pale skin of his chest. Chanyeol is positively spellbound, eyes flickering between the movement of his hands and Minseok’s face.
“Whore.” He rasps; clears his throat. “I haven’t fucked a whore.”
“But you want to.” Minseok says, reaching down to cup himself and rubs at his hardening cock, breathing heavily. “Don’t you?” The hands still on his hips roughen in their grip before rising to push Minseok’s shirt back and off.
“Yes.” Chanyeol nods, and Minseok smiles as he moves forward to straddle Chanyeol on the bed.
“It’s real easy,” He whispers, fingers kneading at the bulge in Chanyeol’s pants. “all you need to do is decide how you want me, and you’ll have me.”
Chanyeol kisses him, moans when Minseok responds with tongue and a roll of his hips. It’s filthy, Minseok practically devouring Chanyeol’s mouth until Chanyeol’s hand on his chest pushes him back. “On your knees.” He demands, voice hoarse.
“As you command.” Minseok smiles gliding off the bed to untie his pants. He does it without finesse or any teasing, pushes them down and steps out of them quick and efficiently only to crawl when he’s back on the bed, deliberately moving and angling to show the bare planes of his body. He loves the way Chanyeol visibly gulps as he looks at him, loves how he stresses to get his own pants off, how he looks like there’s nothing he wants more than to bury himself deep into Minseok’s body. “I’m quite loose already, this will be quick.” He comments as he reaches for the fine glass bottle on the bedside table.
He’s got two fingers in his ass, scissoring swiftly, before he looks up again, to find Chanyeol stare at him openmouthed and looking like he’s being tortured. Smirking Minseok allows himself an estimation of Chanyeol’s body; narrows his eyes at the sight of Chanyeol’s cock, hard and curved up towards his stomach, and hums thoughtfully as he adds two more fingers to push into him.
“I have rather small hands I’m afraid.” He explains at the groan Chanyeol lets out.
“Just let me-“ Chanyeol’s face twists up as if in agony and Minseok smiles at the twitch of his cock and nods encouragingly.
“Whatever you want.” He says, sounding just cheeky enough to have Chanyeol look up at his face hungrily. “M’done.” Fingers slipping out of his ass Minseok twists his body and presents himself in a way that’s perfectly appropriate to a client of his. On his knees and hands, like Chanyeol had asked, he looks over his shoulder with half-closed eyes and an open mouth. Knows that in the faint light from the candles on the wall he looks like he has the most sinful of promises to give, and it couldn’t be more right could it?
Chanyeol’s got a fist around himself scooting forward on his knees, free hand tentative when he carefully places it on Minseok’s hip. His cock is already lined up and ready to push in when something stops him and for a moment looks up at Minseok, eyebrows furrowed.
“How old are you?” He asks, croaks, and Minseok can’t help the throaty laugh he lets out at the question.
“Above the age of consent, if that’s your concern.” He smiles into his arm, trying to not flaunt his amusement even more. “But really, you’re with a whore, I don’t think it really matters all that much. I mean-“ Interrupted by his own moan Minseok gasps at the sheer size of Chanyeol filling him. It would have been a whimper, but it’s been long since Minseok practiced those away, most people want pure admiration and gratitude after all.
Then Chanyeol stops again and Minseok’s about to tell him that he doesn’t need to stop for him to adjust when he realizes that Chanyeol stopped for his own sake, teeth biting into his lower lip, eyes shut and nose wrinkled he looks close to losing everything reminding of control.
The first snap of his hips is much welcome and Minseok grunts at it, fingers curling to grasp at the sheets. At the second he meets him with a soft movement and they slowly build to a somewhat irregular pace. It doesn’t take long at all for Chanyeol to come, only warning being the nails digging into Minseok’s skin before he groans. He thrusts through it, stilling only when he’s completely finished, then collapses to the bed, breath still erratic and cheeks flushed.
They lie still for only a moment before Minseok crawls out of the bed, not bothering about either erection or nakedness he treads up to the carafe of water. “Would you like some water?” He asks, grabbing a glass and the carafe. With his fingers already cold as ice he pours some before looking back and smiling. “I do believe you lost a bit of body fluid.” He adds, trying for cheeky. He can feel the cum dribbling down his legs as he stands.
Nodding and brushing his sweat matted hair from his forehead Chanyeol pushes himself up to lean on his elbows. “I guess I-“ Minseok raises an eyebrow when he stops in the middle of the sentence to stare unabashedly at his cock.
“There’s a shower in case you want to clean yourself off.” Minseok informs, stepping up and offering a glass despite not receiving an answer to his question. Chanyeol downs it all in one go hastily.
“Are you not allowed to come during…” Chanyeol trails off awkwardly, wiping his lips with the back of his hands and frowning.
“I am. But it doesn’t really matter.” Minseok shrugs, leaning against the wall relaxed. “You want help with the shower?”
Frown deepening Chanyeol shakes his head. “I’ll be fine, uhm thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Minseok grins.
He waits outside as Chanyeol gets himself cleaned up, picks up their clothes from the floor and opens a window as per usual. He then wipes himself off with some water from the carafe and a wash cloth, not bothered by frosty temperature of it. When Chanyeol comes back out Minseok helps him dress, already being in his own clothes, and then brings Chanyeol back to Lu Han and the waiting room. He nods in farewell before shaking his head dismissively with a smile at Lu Han’s questioning look.
It’s just over a week later the next time Chanyeol comes in through the doors of Royal Flush, alone, and Minseok’s called for from his small lunch break, Jongdae trailing after him curiously still with an apple in hand.
“You are to use the room of the Queen of Spades.” Lu Han says by way of greeting, not looking up from his papers nor his book, only gesturing politely towards Chanyeol. “You were first choice Minseok.” He says then, at which Jongdae punches Minseok lightly in the arm with a delighted expression.
Looking up at Chanyeol through his lashes Minseok bows thankfully. There is no better critique after all, even though there’s a risk that Chanyeol only chose him because he knows what he’ll get rather than genuinely feeling that Minseok is what he wants.
“I’m pleased to see you returned.” Minseok smiles innocently, leading the way towards the room Chanyeol has required. He’s still smiling when he closes the door behind them before he faces the bed in the middle of the room. “Is there something special you had in mind for today?” He asks, chewing on his lower lip and donning a curious look, inwardly feeling pleased at how Chanyeol’s eyes are fixed on his mouth.
“I- yeah.” Chanyeol breathes, unconsciously leaning forward.
Minseok can tell danger when he’s faced with it and angling his face to the side he avoids Chanyeol trying to lean closer and kiss him. Not everyone appreciates being teased or having to fight for something, but Chanyeol seems like the kind of guy who’d like for things to be a little playful.
“What was that?” He wonders aloud, caressing Chanyeol softly through his pants and looking up at him with a quirk to his lips.
“Could I… I was thinking… Maybe I…”
Leaning forward to breathe into his ear Minseok puts his hand on his chest instead. “Whatever you’re trying to say, the answer is yes.”
Regarding the bob of Chanyeol’s Adam’s apple with amusement Minseok blinks up at the man. “R-Ride me?” He’s asked, Chanyeol sounding both ashamed and excited.
Minseok does. Ride him that is. Hard and relentlessly, clenching around Chanyeol’s cock and twisting his hips like only someone in his profession can. It’s fast, simple and he even comes this time. Untouched at that.
Chanyeol smiles when Minseok lifts himself off of him when they’re finished, takes a glass of water with a please and thank you. He showers afterwards this time too and Minseok says goodbye with another light bow.
Minseok finds himself wishing that it was as easy with every customer. It isn’t though, he knows, and quickly dismisses the thought and returns to his small plate of half eaten food.
He isn’t surprised at all a week later when he once more meets Chanyeol at the reception, he doesn’t show anything though, only smiles and greets him with a pleasant hello. It becomes a regular thing, Chanyeol coming in once every week, switching between Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, Minseok being fucked thoroughly in a few new positions and water, showers and bows.
Jongdae starts asking after the third time they meet what Chanyeol is like in bed, since Minseok has never had to tell, to which Minseok shrugs and tells him that it’s just the regular fuck.
It is after all. Nothing unexpected at all.
It’s cold in the room and Minseok can feel the bruise on his cheek pulsating, winces as he rises from bed, body aching from an onslaught of beatings. He can stand at least, for which he is grateful, and he swallows as he limps to the bench in the room on which the black robe is lying. Black because it hides the color of blood the best, black because it’s the color of death. He ignores the way his hands are shaking as they pull it on and stumble with tying it together.
It’s not surprising when Tao comes inside, it’s been a while since Minseok’s customer left after all and he’s not known for taking his time when he’s finished with a session.
“Are you okay?” The younger asks carefully, obviously noticing that Minseok is wearing the robe.
“I’ve had worse.” Minseok mutters as he puts his hands on himself, freezing the skin where bruises are forming. He sighs when they’re so cold that he can’t feel them. “I just need a trip to Yixing and I’ll be fine.”
As soon as they’re out the room, Tao walking behind Minseok with a hand on his shoulder, Minseok feels instantly better. It’s always been about moving on. Forgetting everything that’s bad and leaving it behind. He shrugs Tao’s hand off and sends him a glare.
“Be careful, you want to keep that one.” He warns, knowing that his powers must have at least frozen his fingertips by now. Minseok’s always worse at controlling himself when he’s hurt.
“I’m fine.” Tao insists, sounding just like the brat he is.
They’re moving quietly, Minseok pulling the hood over his head when they’re at the reception, only just looking up to meet Lu Han’s gaze which darkens instantly when he sees the bruise on Minseok’s face. He’s pursing his lips, undoubtedly making a note of it in his book.
They’re not supposed to touch their faces. Everyone who could be inclined to are informed, and the ones who don’t listen get a warning.
“Minseok?”
Freezing on the spot, both figuratively speaking and literally, at the sound of that voice Minseok inwardly curses his bad luck. Lu Han looks up at the person walking up from behind Minseok, looks up at Chanyeol and frowns.
“Minseok is currently unavailable, you can book an appointment and comeback later.” Lu Han says, warning in his voice. Not that it helps much; the hand landing on his shoulder alerts Minseok into jerking away. He is currently under far too low a temperature for a normal person to be alive in after all, and it wouldn’t take long to notice.
“What is-“ Chanyeol stops abruptly, eyes widening now that Minseok has turned towards him. “You’re hurt!” He gasps, throwing glances between all of their faces with a frown. His arm reaches forward again, as if to throw back the hood of Minseok’s robe, and he huffs loudly when once more Minseok backs away. “Who did this to you?” He asks then, ominously, about to step forward when Tao throws a hand out in between them, sopping his advances.
“You can book a time if you want to, Minseok is not to be seen right now.” Tao enunciates, and for once Minseok doesn’t really mind that the younger is both taller and far more muscular than he is.
“You mean that in the literal way don’t you? Damaged goods or what?” Chanyeol spits out.
"Chanyeol, don’t’ bother - it’s no big deal.”
"Being hurt? That's not something you should be okay with!" Chanyeol is red in the face by now, wrinkle between his eyebrows agitated and Minseok takes a deep breath at the sight.
"But it’s okay. It's money, it's in my contract, and it's not like-"
"LIKE WHAT!?"
“I’M A WHORE!”
At first nobody says anything; Tao avoiding looking at them, Lu Han pursing his lips unhappily and Chanyeol just staring.
Minseok has to clench his fists not to lose control completely, nails digging into his skin. He takes a calming breath and seeing the hairs on Tao’s still raised arm standing up at the cold air he takes another.
“I’m nothing but a whore.” He says, declares, clarifies, the fight in him dissipating at a faster pace than he thought possible. His throat feels sore, like the sudden scream before dug wounds into his vocal chords, and he guesses that one can tell from the wince on Tao’s face.
He feels weak; he can suddenly feel the pain of his beat up body and doesn’t bother with freezing it up again. It’s kind of nice in a way, to match the condition of his mind to the one of his body.
“Minseok, listen to me.” Chanyeol pushes Tao’s arm away using to strength at all, like the only reason it was still up is because Tao forgot he had it there. “It doesn’t matter who or what you are, no one deserves to be hurt for no reason. Please come with me to the hospital and let a doctor check on you.” His voice is soft and promising, an extreme contrast to how it was before, and Minseok wishes he could trust Chanyeol like he wants him to. But neither his employment nor own body allows it. He has a power and he can’t be found out. “Have this happened before?” Chanyeol asks then, like it’s not obvious. But then again, it isn’t supposed to be obvious, and he hasn’t ever seen Minseok hurt before. There’s not a scar on his body after all.
“I can’t come with you.”
Minseok looks away before Chanyeol can answer, steps back with a hand reaching for Tao’s elbow. They’re not allowed to visit Yixing alone, must be two, and he can’t bear staying in the room any longer.
“Minseok-“
“You can’t help me.”
Minseok doesn't tell him why.
Author's note: this is a MAMA-power Steampunk brothel!AU, not that it's that easy to tell from my writing (the steampunk I mean, the other things are kind of obvious I guess?). anyway, i've been struggling with writing, not only this but basically anything, for the past months. this is not as long as i planned, because time and all that. might write the rest some day. i want to thank R and O for supporting me through this despite my constant whining. I hope you all enjoyed and especially you~