Rent Boy | Hyunlix

Boy in men's society

P.S. Hi! I am back and i finally finished this book, so i can post you some chapter. I will make a small intro to the story but the characters are easily recognisable on it's own. I was thinking of deleting this story and some of you wanted it, so i just decided to give it a shot. 

Intro (Main characters only)

Hwang Hyunjin - a son of the mafia boss, there are many bosses in the story, he is just one of the most powerful. He is introverted, handsome boy who is still just entering the real world. 

Lee Know - a son of another mafia boss, a good friend of Hyunjin, just a good guy and only friend of Hwang. 

Hyunjin's father - his name may, or may not appear and it's important for you to understand that he is a shady figure, he isn't good or bad, he is both. He may make you question a lot of things but he won't leave you with nothing. 

Lee Felix - an elite prostitute as the public house, who is owned by it, no parents and not known background, his life was going inside of that house, so he doesn't know much of live outside. You can or completely fell in love with him or hate to the core and you will understand why i am telling it later in the story. His character is extremely important in this story as it influences the whole line. 

Margaret - the owner of the public house, middle aged woman with arrogance in her character and power over men and their desires. 

Man in black suit - you will discover about him later in the story. 

Beginning:

The young man descended the stairs, his black hair as dark and mysterious as the depths of his large, somber eyes. He never smiled, his beautiful face—an inheritance from his mother—radiating a melancholic charm. This beauty was both a gift and a curse, the reason he was kept locked away in the grand house of his father, the ruthless ruler of the mafia world.

A portrait of his mother dominated the wall above the large fireplace, her gaze eternally fixed on the room. The boy looked up, meeting the pretty, lifeless eyes of his mother in the painting. A faint smile tugged at his lips—the only thing that brightened his day.

His attention shifted to the window as he saw a man stepping out of a car. The man, with white hair and snowy eyebrows, possessed aristocratic features that hinted at a powerful bloodline. He was in his 40s, yet his looks retained a certain grace. Flanked by guards, he walked through the gates, while others eagerly awaited details from his latest meeting. The boy, however, retreated to the living room, immersing himself in a novel's world of love and care, a stark contrast to his own life.

The doors creaked open, and the boy's father entered, his presence somber and heavy. Sadness had etched itself permanently onto his face, a look that seemed unchangeable.

"Hyunjin, you're coming with me to the bar tonight. It's time," he said, his voice betraying a reluctance. He would have preferred to keep his son locked away forever, but he knew he couldn't.

Hyunjin's expression remained heavy as he retreated further, locking himself in his room. I watched him as men trailed behind him—a scene all too common among the wealthy, their lives a constant parade of opulence and boredom.

I despised these events, the extravagant balls, the empty showcases of wealth. I had never attended one before. I was still in school—a private institution with only 200 elite students from Seoul's most prominent families. It was a hidden place where the rich could feel safe and study in peace. I loved my classes, especially horse riding and painting, which had captured my heart.

As I prepared to head upstairs, my black suit awaited me, a formal reminder of my family's status. I dressed carefully, knowing that the pleasant look on people's faces was the only thing that anchored me in this world. I didn't know much beyond that.

My longer hair suited me, something my father approved of, as it brushed lightly against my shoulders. In contrast, his own hair was cut short, a sharp undercut of pure white that wasn't passed down to me. I had darker skin, unlike his pale, aristocratic complexion, a symbol of the "perfect man" in his eyes. But it was my beauty that drew the most attention, as I often heard whispers about my appearance.

I bandaged the small wounds on my hands, the result of painting for 12 hours straight, then put on the expensive suit, ready to be called by my father.

"Stay by my side, and don't say anything stupid," he instructed, his eyes scanning me with approval. He seemed pleased with my appearance, and after a moment, he grabbed my hand and pushed me forward as we left the house.

The local palace was a fitting venue for the gatherings of the elite, while the less fortunate peeked inside, hoping for a glimpse of their world. As we stepped out, the crowd's eyes were on me, whispering among themselves.

"Is that his son?"
"So pretty."
"I wonder how long it will take before he's married off."

These murmurs echoed in my mind as my father slowly led me inside. The people there bowed as we entered the golden room with its towering three-meter ceiling. The room was opulent, with a grand staircase winding down to the dance floor, where the wealthiest kids were enjoying themselves. I noticed how everyone's eyes followed my father, a mix of respect and fear in their gaze. His power, derived from his pure bloodline and status, was evident. And as I followed him, those same eyes turned to me.

"Have fun, and watch your mouth," he said before leaving me alone. All eyes were still on me, watching curiously. I felt a wave of pressure as greedy smiles and predatory gazes surrounded me. It felt like I was being hunted.

"Man, what are you doing here?" Minho, my classmate, suddenly appeared, pulling me aside. He pushed me toward the terrace, helping me escape the suffocating crowd.

"You saved me," I sighed in relief.

"You looked out of place, so I knew I had to step in. I had no idea your father decided to show off his 'diamond' tonight," he teased, giving me a light push.

"I didn't know either," I replied, still feeling uneasy.

"Don't be shy! They're just a bunch of greedy, dirty assholes, nothing more," Minho reassured me. I sighed, gazing at the beautiful garden hidden within the muddy palace. We stood there for a while, the presence of a friend easing my tension.

"I'm glad you're here. I was alone, and the other kids are still hidden away. It's nice to have someone to talk to," I said.

"Right," Minho agreed. I looked down at the marble floor, its surface so polished that it gleamed even in the moonlight.

"Have you been to the salon yet?" he asked, grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing bellboy.

"What?"

"Oh, you haven't. Don't worry, it'll be fine. We all have to go through it," he said, smirking as he took a gulp of his drink.

"I can't handle these crowds without alcohol anymore. They're just beasts to me," he joked, smiling before his mother called him away. He excused himself politely, leaving me alone on the terrace once more.

The darkness settled in again. I was alone. The blood-red moon, a rare sight, hung in the sky. I hadn't known it would be tonight.

P.S. Do you know who those are?) my fav manga.....