#adrvx

I’m sorry Minseok, but you don’t make my dick go up. (`he shrugs a shoulder, flicking the other’s nose.) It’s your fault, not mine, pft.

… You haven’t even seen— (`squints, clicking his tongue down.)

Did you describe me. (`flips hair.)

Send me: a ▽ if you'd like a starter.

The quiet clink of ice in the broad brandy glass was the only music he had to entertain himself with as dark eyes scanned the hotel bar he was told to meet at. He was used to little or no specifications given to him when he was hired for accompaniment, using the first meeting as his decision making time if he was up for taking it on after all the particulars had been decided. 

His bangs falling effortlessly into his eyes, they provided an extra disguise along with the reflective black sunglasses he wore when out on his... lesser known endeavours. 

He sipped on the burning liquid through no desire to drink but rather as a nonchalant picture of action, to show he was and yet, was not waiting for someone. He knew the male would know which table to sit at the minute he got here, black dress shirt unbuttoned at the top three, tight black jeans and a silver belt to finish it off, it was obvious he wasn't there just for a drink. He was there for a reason. 

A male though.

It wasn't often he had male clients, his escorting usually falling more on women's desires but then again, men got lonely too- needed a friend to hang out with or just talk to. That was what he was there for, it was a charming gift he'd possessed since his youth to adapt to the needs of others.

What he wasn't expecting however, was a bustling figure to stumble in not two minutes after his perusal of the drinks menu for the tenth time in a row. His gaze snapped up to the mused blonde hair and flushed cheeks, no doubt from running if his panting breath was anything to go by. Kris found himself craning his neck to see more; definitely not the person he thought he'd be seeing in such a high class hotel, at least- not one as subdued as this. 

                     Why was he running?

The thought hit him before he could remind himself he could care less but that soon dissipated when he saw those green eyes fall on him and the spark of recognition couldn't be doubted. No way. This was his--

Clearing his throat quietly, he inclined his head with a charming smile, ❝Kris,❞ he introduced with an outstretch of his hand, ❝You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?❞

He promised. He lied. He left.

Byunghun was stupid. The red-head knew very well that falling for another was not an option for a man whose life was always in danger. It made him weak, tired, and all the other shades of sadness, so he left. He knew what he and the other had was nothing but a midsummer’s night dream that would end, so he ended it before more salt was added to the wound. He stayed in bed with the other as he cried, whispered lies and sweet promises into the elder’s ears, knowing that it would end as the man fell asleep in his arms. It hurt, but it had to happen.

A last kiss was given and he was gone like the wind, leaving the man with nothing but a worthless letter that inscribed three sentences that he hoped were his last.

He would avoid. He would forget.

Countless shots of Vodka and Whiskey intoxicated the man, making him fall into a state of vulnerability to all his surroundings. Horrible thoughts filled the other’s mind and the tears began to roll down his cheek, hiding his face between his hands.

“Promise you won’t leave me…”

"I promise."

Everything was just lies and slander and it only added fuel to the fire. He left the man and he was sure that the elder would be crying in the morning—It was all his fault, but what could’ve happened if Byunghun didn’t leave him? What if he was caught before the red-head stepped away for a last time? If the last kiss didn’t happen? Would anything change?

Byunghun watched as the other fell asleep in his arms, a hand cupping the man’s cheek as the light enhanced the boy’s features, a small smile creeping on his face. He was asleep; like an angel—if angels had short tempers and extreme jealousy problems. Byunghun shut the lights, placing a soft kiss on the elder’s forehead and carefully slipping out of bed.  The room was dark and only the sounds of snoring and breathing replaced the silence. It was hard for him to leave. The thought of not seeing the other’s face, feeling the other’s touch, and hearing the laugh that he was attracted to so much made the other’s heart break into a million pieces. Careful steps were taken and the slight creek of the door as it opened made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The noise was too loud! Oh no—Adrian couldn’t wake up. No, not just yet. He was still here, and it was bad. Panicking internally, he sucked in a breath, hearing the sound of rustling in the bed until finally, the male’s name slipped out in a quiet whimper from the other’s lip.

He was caught.