Chapter Text
The first rule of being an escort is: Don't get involved. Don't be intrigued, don't get to know your client's backstory, don't say your real name—none of that sentimental bullshit. It's just a job, and for years Hakyeon had been able to follow that rule. But then he gets his first young client, a just-legal virgin of all things, and he finds himself actually amused come that Friday night.
"You have nice friends," he laughs lowly. It's the typical get-the-birthday-boy-laid plan, and he doesn't know why he expected anything more when muffled giggles and a confused face waited behind the hotel door. The client doesn't say a word when his friends whistle and leave him, doesn't make a sound when Hakyeon begins unbuttoning his shirt. "I'll make your first time a night to remember."
Hakyeon suddenly finds himself on the bed, back pressed deeply into the sheets and shirt tugged off, as a smirk stares heavily down at him. "It's not my first time." A throaty chuckle sinks low into Hakyeon's stomach, hot palms running down his skin and—oh. "But we can still make this a memorable night."