Fucking D.O Kyungsoo

Chapter 1

Kyungsoo stared at his phone, watching as it sat there lifeless, wishing desperately that the name of his ex would show up, but of course it didn't, because they were done. They had been for an entire month and Kyungsoo missed him. He missed the hugs, the bright smile, and the sex. Dear God he missed the sex. He kept his hands folded, trying incredibly hard to resist, but as he thought back to it, the more appealing the idea was.

"I see you just broke up with your boyfriend?"

Kyungsoo looked up from his shot glass, hardly able to see the boy's face in the dim light but his voice alone sounded almost too good to be real.

He could see a smirk, illuminated dimly by an overhead light, but still clearly arrogant.

"This is a pretty crappy place to get dumped."

Kyungsoo nodded, still keeping his mouth shut as he stared up at the boy, tracing the lip of his shot glass with his finger and looking down as a small business card was slid from the other's tapered fingers to his own.

He heard the boy chuckle although he couldn't see more than half of his face in the lighting.

"You're pretty cute. Give me a call sometime."

He felt his stomach knot as he thought about it, and he finally got the courage to get up, going to his room and digging through a pile of dirty clothes until he found the pair of jeans he had worn that day and he prayed that he hadn't taken the card out.

He stuffed his hand into the pocket and bit his lip as he pulled out a white strip of paper, the small dark red print practically glaring at him.

                                                                  Kim Jongin

                                                                'Male Escort'

                                                             (010) - 968 - 6463

He snorted at the words 'Male Escort' and reluctantly went back to the couch, collapsing onto it and grabbing his still-lifeless cell phone, typing in the numbers and muttering 'what am I doing' before hearing a voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Uh, um, Kim Jongin?"

"Yes?"

"I... Well uh... At the bar... Your card...."

He could hear a faint laugh from the other end, and what he thought were the words 'sooner than I had expected'.

"Your address?"

"Five minutes from Mapo Subway, Sunhill Villa, third floor."

"I'll be right there."

Kyungsoo took a heavy sigh, setting down his phone.

What the fuck did he just do.

Within ten minutes he could hear someone coming up, knocking on the door. He opened it reluctantly, peering through the small crack to see the boy, tan skin, full lips, messy dark brown hair, and to be very honest, he was beautiful. The lighting in that dingy bar definitely did him no justice whatsoever. 

He leaned against the door frame, smirking down at Kyungsoo with an almost intimidating stare.

"Oh yeah, you're the cute one."