In the Dragon's lair - 18+

Chapter 2

He didn't think about it. Actually, he forgot about it, until a week later when Baekhyun came home from his usual Tuesday appointment looking flushed and glowy and asked Chanyeol if he had thought about it.

"Yifan said he's got an opening on Thursday evening," Baekhyun said. "You should do it."

And that was how Chanyeol ended up walking into Sleeping Dragon Studios, feeling terribly out of place and more than a little bit nervous. The woman behind the counter, tall and gorgeous, smiled at him in an extraordinarily professional manner.

"Welcome," she said. "Do you have an appointment?" 

"Uh...yes," Chanyeol said. "5:30. It'll be under Park?"

She glanced at her computer screen, then frowned, clicking around a bit. "I'm sorry, sir," she said. "I don't have you down here."

His face flushing with embarrassment, Chanyeol opened his mouth to explain, but before he could speak, a deep voice interrupted them. "He's here for me."

Chanyeol looked up. Yifan himself was coming out of a back room, dressed in pristine white slacks and a tailored grey shirt, unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled up. He was shockingly good-looking.

“Oh, you should have said so!” The woman smiled at him again, bright and relieved. “Go on back, then.”

Yifan gestured invitingly with a big hand, and Chanyeol smiled nervously and followed him around the desk and through a heavy, solid wooden door. On the other side was a small, cozy sitting room, plush clean furniture and a thick, squishy carpet. The lighting was soft and low, gentle instrumental music drifted through from somewhere, and there was a faint scent of something spicy and flowery in the air.

There was also a young man fast asleep on one of the couches. Chanyeol blinked in confusion, but if Yifan was surprised, he didn’t show it. He only tugged a soft knit blanket up and over the man’s shoulders, a gentle, fond smile on his face, and then gestured for Chanyeol to follow him through another heavy door on the other side of the room.

“Jongin falls asleep as soon as I’m done with him every week,” he explained, his voice low. “Anyway. I’m glad you decided to give this a shot, Chanyeol. Baekhyun talks about you a lot.”

Chanyeol laughed nervously. “Whatever he said, it’s probably a gross exaggeration.” He glanced around the room. It was dim and cushy as the previous, dressed to be soothing, with a trickling fountain in one corner, a hutch with a countertop in another, and a large massage table in the center. “I, uh. I’ve never done something like this before.”

Another smile, this one a little wry. “I’ll be gentle with you,” Yifan murmured.

Chanyeol tried not to flush.

If Yifan noticed his embarrassment, he didn’t say anything. Instead he went to the hutch in the corner and opened the cabinet. “Are you allergic to anything?” he asked.

“Um. Not as far as I know?” Chanyeol shifted his weight awkwardly. Was he supposed to get on the table now?

Yifan glanced at him, looked him up and down for a moment, then pulled a couple of bottles off the shelf and brought them over. Popping the tops, he held them out. “What do you think of these scents?”