LOVE ; minsung

01. mr.lee

Jisung watched as the money was being placed against the black nightstand. His eyes were only low and tired like. He didn't want to be here. The aroma of sadness and uncleared air.

His body was covered by a single white blouse, and he didn't want to stay here longer. He felt disgusting
He wanted to scratch every inch of his skin off from his body. Whatever piece of his body that the male in front of him touched, he hated it.

He went through this same process every night. He was used, treated terribly. He wasn't allowed to quit his job. his family was on the line. His family depended on him.

He wished he wasn't such a little bitch. He wished he could've stood up for himself the moment he was lured into this sick industry.

He faked a smile and confidence just to get money. As he was doing now. He held his stomach, holding the white blouse closer to himself as he slowly leaned forward to collect the couple hundreds.

"Not even a thank you?" The guy asked, the cigarette planted in between his lips. He was smoking it as if it had something good about it. It was just death wrapped into a small cylinder.

"Ah, sorry." Jisung said. He flashed a fake smile. Looking around the guys place. He was rich indeed. Not that jisung cared.

"Thank you."

Shit head.

Jisung thought. Yet he didn't really say much more. He stood to his feet, grabbing his clothes he wore to the bar just hours ago. He got used to this empty feeling. He stopped believing in love, believing I'm a hope he would make it out alive in this industry.

He ran his fingers through his long brown hair, adjusting the shoes on his feet. Finding a limited amount of time before this rich dick kicked him out.

He held the door quickly, opening it. He would get his body guards to take him home. As it was protocol to stay by jisungs side. Just for safety reasons.

He opened the door to the backseat of the car, setting his things down he didn't want to make that much of a sound, so he was silent. Staring at the male in the drivers seat.

"Boss wants to see you." Jisungs blood froze along with his body language upon hearing those very scary words. He could be hit again, threatened, etc.

"Do you need anything before we go?"

Jisungs head did hurt a little bit from the hunger he felt. He hadn't found time to eat all day. He was to busy in his mind.

"Can we stop at a gas station?" Jisung asked softly. Noticing the body guards eyes through the mirror. The man hummed, nodding in response.

Sure, jisung got princess treatment through this. The only thing his boss could do for him was use his dirty money.

All he could do was barely speak to jisung in words, just yelling and disrespect. He was always pointing out how he was nothing but his body.

just a canvas that different men painted on.

Jisung stepped outside of the car. He stared at the seven eleven sign. It was bright and red. It brought him back to his memories, going here after high school and getting the same snack before he was forced to drop put.

He opened the door, staring at the cop car parked beside him. He also avoided the cops alot, only because of where he worked, it was illegal.

He quickly went to the snack area, and he still felt like he could be sick. He hadn't eaten, and he felt dizzy, and he felt as if he could throw up in any second.

He picked up a simple wrap, figuring he'd eat more later. He adjusted his blouse as he bent over in a squatting position to grab his drink.

"Are you okay?"

Jisung heard.

He was quick to turn his head to look up at the stranger.

"You looked pale, not to mention the dark spots covering you."

Jisung could've sworn he saw a guardian angel fly above him. And it was this guy. He slowly stood up, looking into the guys pretty eyes. He couldn't tell if he was weird and staring too hard or not.

But the guy was beautiful, he was perfectly muscular. The only problem was that he worked for J.P.D ( Japan police department ).

He wouldn't want someone like jisung anyway. "Yeah, I'm okay." Really, jisung? Jisung thought as he smiled softly.

"Can I buy that for you?" The officer said."A-Ah no! I can't ask you to do that!" Jisung giggled. The officer could only smile at jisungs kindness. Making the boy shy.

He didn't get this guys name, but he wished he did. The guy was handsome in his uniform. Jisung kinda wished it was him whom he was riding just thirty minutes ago.

"Why are you out so late? It's a school week." The officer asked. He was suspicious of jisung completely, though.

"No reason.. just hungry."

"You also have barely any clothes on. it's cold outside." He said he wasn't facing jisung. His side profile was as he slid jisungs items down to the cashier.

"This is comfortable to me. Why are you asking me so many questions, officer?" Jisung placed his hand against the counter, looking at him.

"Just curious about you," He said.

Unexpected to hear that.

No person was ever curious about a 17 year old prostitute. Jisung just pushed himself away from the counter carrying the bags that the officer handed him. "I've seen you before anyways. You're at the bar a lot." He said. The two were having a genuine conversation.

"Really? I dont remember seeing you anywhere.."

"Ouch." Jisung giggled, looking down to his feet at the officers funny comment.

"Thank you for buying this.. uh.." jisung looked down at the name tag, hoping to find a name. He could only see 'lee'. "Mr. Lee." He smiled. "Of course." The guy side smiled. He was a cop. Of course, he was going to be nice.

Jisung shouldn't think anything about it.

He hated how male attention gave him some sort of happiness. Especially someone older than him, he didn't have a father. He had a mother who tried her very best because of the absence of a father.

Seeing someone like Mr. Lee made his heart jump out of his chest. Jisung bit his lip, tugging the dry skin as he brushed away some pieces of hair from his face. The wind was blazing against him.

Everything was against him.
He watched the attractive man pull out from the parking lot, driving back to continue his job.

He felt happiness when he saw this guy. He hadn't received a kind gesture in forever. This moment made his night.