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It was pain,
Hard and strangling.
Taeyong huffed, lifting his head, and adjusting his red kimono.
It was his job after all.
He needed to remind himself,
It was his job.
He entered the room with a hard glance around, the smell was suffocating like a mixture of alcohol and odor.
The guests grew wary of his presence and invited him in, in turn the other women scrambled out.
He inwardly sighed.
It’s his job after all.
“Now come on don’t be shy!” one of the men slurred, his belly bounced along with him as he laughed.
Taeyong grimaced,
It’s his job.
He must do it.
He gave one last look to the last woman to leave the room, she gave him a small smile and closed the door behind her.
Taeyong closed his eyes as the men stripped him of his clothes.
It’s his job after all.