#duri002

[undermyslkin]

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TRIAL RUN

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Insoo couldn’t really block himself from listening to the escort, wincing as the man talked about pleasure and - 

“Please,” he then said after taking a deep breath. “Don’t - just…” He sighed, maybe a little too loud but he displayed no sign of annoyance. Just - frustration. “This is not easy for me either… I don’t… I don’t have to explain myself to you but if you want this job… If you want to try… Just - Don’t…” He paused, unsure how to word his thoughts so he didn’t sound crazy or nonsensical. “This isn’t going to work for me if you you keep talking the way you do now… I just - Can you just sit down? Watch a movie with me. Don’t treat it like it’s job. Like I’m job - I know I am but…” 

His thoughts drifted to his old companion; was it odd to feel nostalgic? Miss the days he spent with the other escort who’s now is in a relationship? Juwoon never treated him like a client… Even though they were aware of their situation, Juwoon made it feel like they were ‘real.’

Shaking the thought of his former companion, he brought his attention back to the fresh face staring back at him. “I have no problem enjoying myself…” He frowned, “Would you be able to pretend you enjoy me?” Did he really ask that? Insoo struggled for a minute but he was able to wiggle away from Duri, re-positioning himself on the other side of the couch. He tried his best to calm himself, pulling his legs close to his body and without speaking, he handed the tall man the remote to the tv…

As much as he said he wouldn’t and formulated in his mind that it shouldn’t be his initial approach, Duri had treated this situation with Insoo as a transaction. Yes it worked for the clients he’d been with in the past but this one was different. He wasn’t sure if it was regret he was feeling. Not about his choice to take this job but how he’d fumbled building a connection with the other. He’d bit his tongue at the sound of the please but when the sigh followed, Duri lost every word that was in his mind he intended to force from his lips. There was less than a foot of space but it grew. He was out of his element and he didn’t like the feeling. 

Sitting there he found himself grasping for proverbial straws. Looking for a different angle he could take to gain control of the situation. There was only one and that made his heart beat a little faster than normal. What Insoo was asking for wasn’t ridiculous. He was right it was the only way it would work. In order for that to happen, Duri would need to be himself. Men didn’t pay him to be himself. They paid for a fantasy. Maybe there was a compromise in that. 

Shifting, Duri did as asked. Shifting in his seat from one spot to another.  Nodding his head, “I can do that.”

Duri didn’t add anything to the acknowledgment. He let the words settle in his mind. Sliding and continuing to shift. He was conscious of the space between them and even what Insoo did to self soothe. He found himself turning to face the other. his eyes on the hands wrapped around knees and pulling them towards Insoo’s chest. “I apologize for my impatience…” He paused, “My rudeness.” 

His fingers gripped at the seat beneath him. Unsure of how far to go and just what to say. He went with the words he didn’t contemplate the longest. He said what seemed right and natural. “I wouldn’t have to pretend to enjoy you.” It wasn’t charm or words to be laid on thick in an attempt at gaining an edge. “I want to get to know you and learn more about you and I know I didn’t exactly show that the right way.”

Accepting the remote, Duri didn’t immediately flip the channels or make a selection. When he did, he placed the remote on his other side and moved closer to Insoo. Gently nudging at the man’s legs, Duri leaned in and whispered, “Next time just tell me to shut up and get over myself.”

[undermyslkin]

TRIAL RUN

Timeline: 13th October 2019, Sunday, nearly midnight. Location: Hotel in Tokyo. Mood: Quiet and exhausted... A bit tipsy.  Attire: White robe.

@dvvality​

There was no words exchanged between him and Manager Park-nim. There was a word about his companion in the beginning of the week, some question posted to him about another meeting after his last show in the city which he confirmed with a silent hum. He was still not entirely sure he was doing the right thing but he thought he was doing this for Manager Park-nim. Which was true in a way. He was holding on to that good nature of his manager that saved him countless times in the pass. He wanted to believe this was for his own good...

Manager Park-nim would never stir him wrong, he told himself as he poured himself another glass of red wine. He sat at a love seat near the glass window over looking the city. He watched the lights, legs tucked under his body as he waited. He sipped his wine, aware of the heart fluttering inside his chest.