𝘔𝘢𝘥 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 [𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘒𝘏𝘠𝘜𝘊𝘒]

⤿ 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ⤾

"Out!"

Donghyuck opens his eyes and sees a man in his forties. It is the man from the last night, there is no doubt, but Donghyuck still doesn't care. He is too tired to even consider moving his hurt limbs and ignoring his last night's client occurrs to be a rather great option to him.

"Get out or I won't pay!" the man yells now furious and run by rage in his veins.

And no matter how much Donghyuck is tired, he needs money and he can't show any signs of disobedience to his clients. That's the rule number three.

"Fucking slut!" he hears him shout, but Donghyuck is fully dressed then and with money in his hands, so the man's opinion doesn't linger in his ears not even a second longer than it should.

When he's outside, he notices the black car awaiting him. He walks to it with small steps, taking his time generously, and shoves the received money to the driver's chest.

"They're starting to pay less than usual," the driver points out while lightening the cigarette.

"Don't even tell me! They're starting to be wild and that is the problem," he emphasises his words carefully with anger tinted in his voice, but doesn't let it show. "This man was extra weird!"

"Did he touch you?" the latter raises his eyebrows.

Donghyuck closes his eyes remembering the last night and a cold wave of sweat spreads all over his body. He shivers when a certain memory comes up into his mind and it replays in front of his eyes.

"He didn't penetrate me at least," answers Donghyuck after some while.

"He's not allowed to," states the man in the car sternly with furrowed eyebrows. "We've talked about it before, Hyuck-ah."

"Don't call me like that when I'm working," Donghyuck hisses, clearly disturbed by the older's endearing nickname.

"Ok," the man says apologetically. "Don't you need ride? When does your lecture start?"

Donghyuck doesn't say anything. He gets in the car and stays silent. There's a comfortable silence the whole ride, they don't dare to break it. Not until stopping in front of Donghyuck's apartment building.

"Don't forget. Tonight you've got to be a fourth generation chaebol, I'll come and pick you up at eight," the man announces and leaves him shocked and tired of his exhausting job.

It takes whole ten minutes to arrive in his apartment and another five minutes to get changed quickly. Donghyuck might be tired all the time, but he would never miss any of his classes. And in addition, today was one of his favourite.

He entered college last year and he passed the first year rather exceptionally good. He was one of the best students in his year, he had the best results amongst his acquittances. He had barely enough money to pay the fees, but with his great score he could afford the scholarship easily.