Pedestal [1/1]
Title: Pedestal [1/1]
Pairing: Banghim
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG15
Summary: Hooker!Himchan fic. This isn't pretty woman and Himchan isn't Julia Roberts.
Himchan takes a long moment to stare at the man in bed beside him, running his eyes over plump lips and closed eyelids. They drift momentarily to the prominent collarbones, lingering on a reddened patch of skin where Himchan had bitten him the night before - there’s still a faint curve of teeth marks around the edges. If Himchan wanted love, if Himchan deserved love, then Bang Yongguk would probably be his ideal partner.
He shakes his head and runs a hand through his bangs, trying to tame them. Who is he kidding?
Kim Himchan doesn’t deserve love.
He rolls himself out of bed, trying to remember when he fell asleep as he adjusts the covers over Yongguk’s sleeping form then grabs his clothes and heads for the bathroom.
He stares at his reflection as he brushes his teeth, admiring the way the lighting makes his skin glow. The soft yellow lights draw attention to his bone structure and delicate features. He looks well rested too, though he chalks that up to the soft mattress and even softer pillows, decidedly forgetting about the warm arms that had held him as though he were some important treasure to be kept safe.
He finds a mark on his chest when he’s dressing, a small purple bruise a few scant inches from where he imagines his heart to be. He remembers Yongguk’s mouth there - lapping at skin with that broad tongue and he’d tried to push him away, tangled his hand in his dark hair and told him to just get on with it (You’re paying by the hour remember). Yongguk had laughed and latched his mouth to his skin (It’s extra if you leave a mark).
His hips tingle with the memory of warm hands, large fingers gripping hold of him, keeping them both steady. There’s no marks, Himchan has looked at them from every which angle in the floor length mirror but he can’t see a thing. He can still feel the heat of Yongguk’s touch and it’s unsettling.
Yongguk is awake by the time he steps out of the bathroom and he’s uncertainly whether he should be relieved or not; part of him had hoped Yongguk would be awake so he could talk to him again, take one last look at those eyes of his. He also kind of hoped he’d be asleep so he could just slip out and forget all about Bang Yongguk - money be damned.
‘Oh, you’re still here’
Yongguk’s voice is low and gruff with sleep, but there’s a tone of surprise to it. It’s a pleasant surprise, if Yongguk’s gummy smile is anything to go by and Himchan’s not sure if he likes that or not. Yongguk blinks through one half-open eye and for a moment he looks like an over grown child with his hair rumpled and sticking out in tufts. Himchan chuckles. He wonders what Yongguk’s business partners would think if they saw him like that.
‘Do you want breakfast? I can call for -’
Himchan shakes his head, folding his arms across his chest. Yongguk is something else.
‘You don’t do this often, do you?’ Buying hookers.
Yongguk blushes and shakes his head. Probably his first time. Himchan watches as he gnaws at his lower lip and is overcome by the incredible urge to push Yongguk back into the pillows and bite it for him. Yongguk is definitely in the top 5 of the most handsome customers Himchan’s ever had.
‘This is the part where you throw money at me and tell me to leave’
‘Oh’
Yongguk throws his feet over the side of the bed and stands up. His ears burn red as the covers slip away and Himchan rakes his eyes briefly over the other’s naked body before looking away. Yongguk’s half hard. He swallows the lump in his throat, sending with it the urge to offer to help him out, free of charge. He really needs to get his money and get out whilst he can still think straight.
Yongguk shuffles passed him to grab his wallet, the fading notes of his cologne, sex and sweat trickling to Himchan’s nose. He hears the sound of him picking up last night’s discarded clothing and fishing out his wallet. ‘You left a mark but I won’t charge you the extra’ Himchan smirks, glancing over his shoulder. Yongguk comes back some moments later, pressing a thick wad of folded money into his hands and Himchan notes that he’s pulled on a pair of boxers. He’s still hard.
Himchan flicks through the money and tries to remain impassive as he realises he’s holding more money in his hands than he’s ever seen in his life. Yongguk’s paid him for the night and then some. He’s about to say something when Yongguk clears his throat. ‘Himchan ssi’ He looks up to find Yongguk’s face has grown even redder, it’s kind of cute, and the elder male runs a hand through his hair, scratching awkwardly at his nape.
‘Would you - would - I’ll be here, in Seoul, for a week and I was wondering if you’d st-’
Himchan snorts.
‘This isn’t Pretty Woman, Yongguk ssi’
He starts to flip through the notes, and takes out 2 hours wages, slipping it into his jacket pocket. Yongguk blinks at him, eyes owlishly wide and mouth open. It’s an endearing expression and Himchan can’t resist reaching out to pat his cheek as he presses the rest of the money into Yongguk’s hand. It’s his first time so he won’t charge him for the night.
‘I’m not Julia Roberts and I won’t fall for you in a week’
It’s a lie, he could easily come to like Yongguk with his good looks and gentle nature but Himchan lives in the real world and not up on some pedestal like CEO Bang Yongguk. If Yongguk pulls him up to that pedestal; the fall back down will crush him.
And that’s not something Himchan is willing to risk.