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Namjoon was awoken by something cold and wet against his skin. Naturally, he'd panic until his body could register what was going on. This time, though, there's a soft scent that lulls him to calm down, as his mind try's to make sense of what's occurring at the moment.
The new client is gently cleaning him with what looks like wet paper towels. He's never had this kind of treatment before, so he pauses for a moment, unsure of what to do. Should he tell the alpha that he's awake? He clears his throat, catching the man's attention rather quickly.
"Hi, sorry, it looked uncomfortable. I have class in about thirty minutes, but I didn't want you to be left like this." The stranger explains, offering Namjoon a wide smile that pushes his eyes into little crescents.
"Thank you. I- you didn't have to do this, but you did." Namjoon mumbles, uncertainty coating his voice and making it hard to swallow. He sits up after the man has moved back, and shakily stands. "Shit, you did a number on me." He accuses lightheartedly, glancing at his reflection in the mirror.
The man watches, too, fingers brushing against the bruised areas of Namjoon's body. The touch is light and feathery; something about it sets off fireworks against the omegas skin. "Looks good, though."
With that, the man pulls back, and reaches down to help Namjoon gather his discarded robe and pull it on. "What school do you go to?" He asks, tilting his head in curiosity.
"Korea National University of Arts. I'm in the dance performance department." The alpha informed, tying the front of Namjoon's robe for him.
"Oh? I attend Korea National University of Arts as well — but in the department of composition." He admitted, wondering how he'd never seen the man before. Especially considering their departments were near each other.
The client nodded, glancing at the time again as Namjoon let out a laugh. "You should go, I can do the rest of the cleaning." He promised, discarding the napkins that were used to clean him.
"Didn't you need to show someone around? Fuck, I still need to take a shower." The man whined, pushing his hair off of his forehead again.
Namjoon held a finger up, peeking his head out the door. He let out a sigh of relief, when it seemed as if everyone was either in their rooms, or gone for the day. "Come back with me to my room."
"What?" The mans eyes were wide and in shock. "I can't- isn't that against the rules? I thought clients weren't allowed in the back?"
"You need a shower, don't you? Unless you live close enough to be done before thirty minutes is up..." Namjoon trailed off, obviously not having thought his statement through.
"Don't worry, I'll run. Besides, I wouldn't have any clothes to wear." He pointed out, offering Namjoon a wide smile as he slipped the door open, one foot already out of it.
"Oh, by the way, my name is Jimin." And then the door was closed, and the soft scent that he'd grown accustomed to in a short amount of time, was nothing but a lingering fragrance.
Namjoon grimaced, as he finished cleaning slick off of the bed, throwing the napkins in the wastebasket. He opened the door and slipped out as well, limping his way towards his room at the back. One of the other workers — one he was familiar with — let out a little whistle as they spotted him from their room, making him blush in embarrassment.
He showered this time, with a little remorse, at the prospect of washing the alphas scent from his skin. He tried to be as quick as possible, scrubbing his skin pink, before he stepped out. Again, he winced at the sight of his body, littered in bruises from wherever the man — Jimin — had touched him.
Despite the fact that it was already hot out, he found himself throwing on a turtleneck. He opted for shorts, denim ones that came just about the knee; so that he could tuck the top in, trying to make it appear as if it were a fashion statement, rather than something that was covering bruises.
He glanced at the time again, and cursed, quickly shoving his feet into shoes and running. He passed other clients on the way, pressing on a fake smile as he bolted out of the business, cursing the stairs upwards, as he tripped and stumbled a few times. Thankfully, the school wasn't too far, and Namjoon wasn't too out of shape to run the entire way there. Though, he ended up looking like a mess when he finally arrived.
He caught his breath at the steps of the office, hands on his knees as his body bent over. Quickly, he straightened up and opened the door, slipping inside to greet the receptionist with a bow and small smile. "Hello, I'm Kim Namjoon. I've been directed to show the new student around the campus."
She hummed and held a slim finger up, searching through the files for a second before she nodded. "He should be in the waiting area, just through those doors." She directed, pointing at where the student would be waiting, before she turned towards the next person.
Namjoon took a deep breath and opened the doors, stepping in. He regretted it right away. The boy — alpha — in front of him, was the one from earlier today; Jimin. His scent had gave him away, before he even looked up, and Namjoon felt his body shudder in response. It was almost embarrassing; how much he wanted to get on all fours and present for his alpha. Even in the middle of a public area, the thought was hard to push down. His. He'd quite obviously lost his mind at this point.
"H-hi. I'm Namjoon... I- you- uh.. I'm your guide for the day." He stuttered out, cheeks flaming red with embarrassment.
"A guide for the day, huh? I'm hoping that you'll guide me back to your little job, once this is over, too." The cocky smirk wasn't something that he would have expected on Jimin's face, but he knew that the day would be long.
