Gigolo (A Taekook Ff)

Prologue

"The thing about That Guy Is a Gigolo,' Radar says, 'I mean, the thing about it as a game, is that in the end, it reveals a lot more about the person doing the imagining than it does about the person being imagined." -

John Green

Taehyung P.O.V

This is the third time my agency has warned me about my 'punctuality' ( note the sarcasm). My client has called me for the nth time, asking me about my whereabouts. I am tired of pleasing customers for money. I desperately wanna get out of this hell hole but I know I can't escape from it anytime soon.

The dark blue sky lightened up for a moment as the blinding light ran between the dark clouds, illuminating the empty and narrow alleys.

My client, Emilia Simpson, a wealthy British woman in her mid-twenties, had to hire me at the dead of the night to satisfy her carnal desires.

Emilia's husband is a good looking bloke with a striking personality. But the problem is her husband is too innocent for her liking and according to her words he is not capable of making her life spicier. She was tired of living a bland life and her sex life was almost nonexistent before I came into the picture.

Her husband doesn't know she's fucking me behind his back. He's too innocent to suspect his wife and too naive to understand that his wife doesn't even love him like she is supposed to do as his beloved wife.

However, that's none of my concern so I don't think much about it. After all most of my clients are married and some of them have children too.

Being a handsome man has its perks. It's easy to get clients if you're drop-dead gorgeous. Everyone will be ready to drop their panties as soon as they notice how attractive and desirable you look.

They say I am a celestial creature and almighty has created me with utmost love and care. Maybe that's why they hire me to warm their beds without having second thoughts.

Rain hasn't stopped falling. In all honesty, I love the feeling of raindrops falling on my skin. But the feeling doesn't last long and neither does anyone. This is the reason why I believe that we are as ephemeral as the raindrops. However raindrops also remind me that not everyone is heartless because they are the reminder of the cloud's heartbeats.

Being a male escort takes a lot of guts. If someone told me a year ago that I will be working as a male escort I would probably punch him in the stomach. But here am I, standing in front of my client's doorstep in the middle of the night to please her in order to earn a livelihood. I shouldn't be complaining about leading this life as it was my own decision to become a gigolo. Survival of the fittest - that's what every parent teaches their children and my parents were no exception.

This is the sole reason why I decided to warm people's beds. I wanted to survive. I wasn't born to starve. In fact nobody is born to starve to death.

Besides pleasing men and women, I have other talents too. I can play the piano like a professional pianist, I can play the violin as a professional violinist but guess what? People don't find the tunes of the musical instruments as melodious as my moans and groans. They prefer getting pounded by me rather than me playing piano or violin in front of them.

Emilia opens the door and flashes her killer smile at me. She gestures me to come inside and closes the door as soon as I step inside her house. She starts to unbutton my shirt without wasting any time and urges me to undress her.

Let's get this over with.

A/N: what do you guys think about this chapter ?