Rent Boy | Hyunlix

Night life

The club throbbed with an electric pulse, the music a relentless beat that echoed through the cavernous space. The room was awash in neon lights, casting vibrant hues on the crowd of wealthy patrons and notorious figures who revealed in the night's excess. Hyunjin sat at a private table, a silent sentinel amid the chaos. His presence was commanding despite his silence, a stark contrast to the noisy celebration that enveloped him.

Lee Know, ever the sociable companion, was animatedly discussing business deals and exchanging pleasantries with various guests. The chatter around them was a blend of laughter and clinking glasses, but Hyunjin remained a figure apart. His silence spoke louder than any words could, and the aura of authority he exuded made even the boldest hesitate to approach him directly.

Dressed in a leather jacket and pants, Hyunjin's attire was a declaration of defiance against the ostentatious surroundings. His white t-shirt clung to his torso, a stark contrast to the dark leather that covered his body. He had left his jacket on the seat, preferring the freedom of movement it afforded him as he moved through the crowd.

As the night wore on, Hyunjin felt a creeping discontent. The celebration, while extravagant, felt hollow. He had long since detached himself from the joy of such gatherings. His father's death had cast a long shadow over his existence, and despite the wealth and power he now wielded, the emptiness inside him was palpable.

He stood up, his movements precise and deliberate, and made his way down to the bar. The barmen, well-acquainted with his preferences, wasted no time in preparing his drink. They knew better than to question his silence; his reputation preceded him. With a nod, Hyunjin accepted the glass of vodka, the clarity of the liquid matching the cold resolve in his eyes.

The barman, a seasoned observer of the underworld's elite, couldn't help but comment, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and fear. "You're even scarier than your father was," he said, his eyes flicking nervously toward Hyunjin. "The way you handle things... it's something else."

Hyunjin's gaze was icy as he took the drink and turned away without a word. The terrace was his sanctuary—a place where the outside world seemed to fade away. He pushed open the heavy door, stepping into the cool night air. The stars above were a tapestry of distant lights, their serene beauty a sharp contrast to the turmoil within him.

He leaned against the railing, the chill of the night air mingling with the warmth of his drink. The stars twinkled in the vast expanse of the sky, and for a moment, Hyunjin was transported back to memories of his father, who had often spent nights stargazing, pondering the mysteries of the universe.

Now, standing alone on the terrace, Hyunjin felt a pang of doubt. Was he any different from his father? Had he merely inherited the same path of darkness and power that had led to his father's demise? The thought gnawed at him, a cruel reminder of the futility he sometimes felt. He stared at the stars, lost in contemplation, the vodka providing a fleeting sense of solace.

The terrace was quiet, the sounds of the club a distant murmur. Hyunjin was so absorbed in his thoughts that he barely noticed the figure approaching him until a hand touched his shoulder. Instinctively, he tensed, his body going rigid. He turned abruptly, his eyes meeting those of the intruder.

Felix stood before him, his face a mix of apprehension and hope. Hyunjin's heart skipped a beat, the sight of Felix a sudden jolt to his senses. Felix was dressed simply, his presence a stark contrast to the opulence of the club. The boy's eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and longing.

"I know you don't speak much," Felix began, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to intrude, but—" He hesitated, then continued, "Master, please forgive me. I just wanted to see you."

The word "master" was like a knife in Hyunjin's heart. He had never liked the title, never wanted to be seen as some distant figure of authority. It felt like a cage, confining him to a role he had never truly embraced. He reached out, gently placing a finger over Felix's lips to silence him. His eyes, filled with a mix of sorrow and tenderness, locked onto Felix's.

"Don't call me that," Hyunjin whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with an intense emotion. His eyes searched Felix's face, the boy's vulnerability a stark contrast to the tough exterior Hyunjin had cultivated.

Felix's eyes widened, and he nodded, understanding the unspoken plea. There was a moment of silence, the world around them fading into insignificance as their gazes locked. The connection between them was palpable, a bond forged in pain and longing.

Without a word, Hyunjin pulled Felix closer. Their lips met in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. It was a kiss that spoke of lost time and unspoken words, of a deep-seated need for connection amidst the darkness. Felix's hands found their way to Hyunjin's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered emotion, a rare glimpse of vulnerability from the man who had built walls around his heart.

As they parted, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, Hyunjin's mind raced. He could not bear the thought of anyone seeing them together. The world outside was too harsh, too judgmental. He looked around, ensuring the terrace was still empty, and then made a decision.

With a sudden, determined movement, Hyunjin lifted Felix into his arms. The boy's surprise was quickly replaced by a look of trust as he wrapped his arms around Hyunjin's neck. Hyunjin carried him back inside, moving with purpose. The weight of Felix in his arms was a comforting reminder of what he was fighting for, what he had lost, and what he hoped to reclaim.

As they reached the door leading out of the terrace, Hyunjin glanced around, ensuring no one was watching. He pushed the door open, the cool air from the terrace giving way to the warm, dimly lit interior of the club. He moved through the rooms, his steps purposeful, Felix still cradled in his arms.

The club's atmosphere was a stark contrast to the serenity of the terrace. The noise and laughter seemed almost intrusive, a reminder of the world Hyunjin was trying to escape. He maneuvered through the crowd, avoiding curious glances and whispers. His mind was focused solely on getting Felix out of the public eye.

"I can't let anyone see us," Hyunjin murmured, his voice hoarse but filled with determination. "I need you to be here with me, away from all of this."

Felix nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He reached up, placing his hands over Hyunjin's, their fingers intertwining. The touch was a silent promise, a commitment to be there for each other amidst the chaos of their lives.