One More Time

Chapter 2: Not To Think Of You

In his five years at PASSIONBAR, tonight was a first for Kim Mingyu.

It had started like any other night. He was expecting to have to please a few women or men again, as the crowd gathered at the bar counter proved. Seungcheol and Vernon, on the other hand, were too busy trying to make up for him. Because he couldn't. He couldn't look at all those faces smelling of desire and passion and smile. Then he looked up and saw two people coming in. One was bleached hair and the other was wearing glasses to spite him. When Jihoon had come in and said he had a customer, he hadn't expected to see the glasses boy in front of him. And he didn't want to sleep with Mingyu. What was Mingyu there for? That was his job.

"Talk?" He rubbed his face, trying to comprehend what the boy was saying. The other boy was buttoning his pants instead of undressing. "Are you making fun of me? Is this one of Jihoon's weird jokes?"

But the young man didn't look like he was joking at all. "Seriously! Can't we just talk?"

"Did you pay the damn money to talk to me?" Mingyu was brimming with rage. This piece of human shit was mocking him. He was in a fucking brothel, all the rooms around them were packed, and this idiot was standing in front of him saying he wanted to chat with him. "Why the fuck did you pay for a night? Why don't you pay by the hour?" Mingyu was an expensive piece and there were dozens of people ready to choke each other to be with him. He couldn't waste his time with talking.

The other man looked at him with the same anger. So much so that Mingyu realized how serious he was. "I'm the one who's paying," the young man retorted, lips pink from the earlier kiss. "I want to talk. The customer is always right, right?" He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, one eyebrow raised, and waited.

From where he sat on the edge of the bed, Mingyu pondered his request for a while. Finally, he gave up and sighed, crossed his arms in the same way and leaned back against the headboard. "Fine, talk then."

Despite his dismissive demeanor, the boy's face lit up with a broad smile. "Let's start at the beginning. I'm Wonwoo. And you are?"

Realizing he was looking at him expecting a response, Mingyu shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "Whatever you want."

"What kind of answer is that?"

Already bored, Mingyu scratched his chin with one hand and pursed his lips. "You don't need to know my name to pass out in bed. I'm the one who will please you. Most call me wolf. Some call me a werewolf. You can call me whatever you want."

Wonwoo frowned at him, his cheeks flushed. Mingyu became uneasy, realizing that he was uncomfortable with their conversation. What was this boy doing here?

"I asked your name. I'd want to know your name if I was in your pants."

"Fuck my fucking name and get in this bed." Mingyu said through his teeth and Wonwoo shook his head. He must have been trying to piss him off or something. " I'll get in your pants if you want me to, Wonwoo. Just shut up and come here."

The boy turned red up to his neck. Mingyu couldn't help but find it adorable. He never thought he'd see anyone blushing in PASSIONBAR. But the boy in front of him had been blushing ever since they entered the room.

"Your name?" Wonwoo mumbled in a last ditch effort.

Mingyu sighed. He didn't want to pronounce his name within these walls. To do so would be to acknowledge himself as an independent being, and Mingyu was not independent. He was a slave, and he wanted to forget his name and leave. "Mingyu," he couldn't help grumbling as he looked at the light brown pearls. "Are you happy? Now come to bed-"

"Nice to meet you, Mingyu," Wonwoo murmured, a small but genuine smile on his face. Mingyu forgot what he'd said and stared at him. "I wouldn't want to meet you under the circumstances, but... Whatever."