Hankyung, a busy, rich, office worker, goes to a high end brothel house to find a person with whom he can blow off some sexual frustration with. He soon finds himself tangled in the lives of five of the courtesans.
The next day was Christmas Eve and it was filled with hilarity. Siwon, Kyuhyun, and I were sitting on the couch watching a Christmas special, because those were the only things playing this time of year.
Heechul, Sungmin, and Donghae were doing God knows what in the kitchen; I was about to go find out what they were up to, when they decided to include us in their conversation.
"We need to find out who gives the best head," Heechul said, "we're all going to start blowing you at the same time. First person to make their man come wins, and the losers have to make dinner," Heechul said. I was taken aback by the suddenness.
"A blow job competition?" Siwon asked.
"A blow job competition," Sungmin crowed with a devious smirk.
"I'm so game," Kyuhyun said, sitting back in his seat. Siwon shrugged. I sighed.
"Fine, a blow job competition it is," I said. The three other boys came shuffling over and Donghae got on his knees before me. I felt myself getting hot.
"Wait, wait. What are the rules?" Kyuhyun asked. I felt my jeans being unbuttoned.
"No hands," Sungmin said.
"First one to swallow wins," Donghae added as he laced his fingers in the waistband of my pants and boxers, "I'm ready," he said, looking to either side of me to Sungmin and Heechul.
"All set," Sungmin said. Kyuhyun looked so ready for a blowjob from Sungmin. His arms were behind his head leisurely and he was grinning.
"You're so eloquent," I said and Heechul grinned at me from his place between Siwon's legs.
"One, two..." he hesitated, and the room stood still, "three," I felt my pants being yanked down and I lifted my hips to help Donghae out a little. The second my slowly hardening member sprang free, I felt Donghae's mouth envelope it.
All apprehension and ill thoughts about how silly the blowjob competition was died when I felt Donghae's mouth around me. I heard Kyuhyun gasp next to me, and Siwon growl. I placed a hand in Donghae's hair and let my head fall back on the couch.
"Let's make this...more interesting," Siwon gritted out, "first person to come has to walk onto the balcony naked," he said.
"Good idea. One problem with that, though," I said, and then paused to bite my lip as Donghae's rough tongue swirled around the head of my now rock hard cock, "no balcony," I said.
"They have to help make dinner with the two losers," Kyuhyun said with a breathy laugh, "wearing nothing but a sock on his piece."
I heard Heechul laugh a little bit.
"I'll take that bet," I said, and then made the mistake of looking down at Donghae. His wide, brown eyes glimmered up at me. It was just too cute. His twinkling eyes, and yet just below them he was doing dirty, terrible things to me. I groaned out.
There were few minutes of stressed out noises emitting from Kyuhyun, Siwon, and I. I heard Sungmin let out a frustrated snort through his nose, and Heechul laugh. I was trying to think of everything in the world but Donghae on his knees sucking my cock. Which was so very difficult.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Siwon cursed under his breath. I laughed a little. If I didn't look down at Donghae, I think I could win. Donghae let out a little whimper from my crotch and I didn't look at him, knowing he was giving me one of his looks. Instead I put my hand over his head and covered his eyes.
"I know what you're trying to do, and I refuse to lose," I said down to him. I saw Donghae's lips curl into a smile around my shaft, before he stepped it up a notch. He raised himself high on his knees to take me all the way down his throat. I choked, but held back.
"Su-Sungmin... slow down a little," I heard Kyuhyun whisper. Siwon let out a guttural moan and I looked over to see Heechul raise his hand up in triumph. I watched his eyes closed as he swallowed. The sight made me almost lose it, then I heard Donghae whimper again and I looked down at his bright eyes.
The look of his slightly pink cheeks and nose under his round eyes made me forfeit, and I came inside Donghae's ready mouth. I looked over at Kyuhyun just as he succumbed and Sungmin looked displeased.
"Heechul wins, and Siwon loses," I breathed out, "Go strip, and don a sock, Siwon," I said. Heechul got up and stretched, then patted Sungmin and Donghae's shoulders.
"Who's the best at giving head? Kim fuckin' Heechul. Uh-huh, that's right," he said before he sashayed away from us and back to the kitchen to pick out his victory dinner. Donghae looked happy to not be last, and Sungmin scowled. Kyuhyun hauled Sungmin onto the couch next to him and kissed him.
"You're not bad at giving head, in the slightest," Kyuhyun said, "I'm just better at holding back than Siwon is," he said with a smirk. Sungmin mock glared at him, before they kissed again.
I leaned down and pecked Donghae on the forehead, not wanting to be outdone. Donghae smiled up at me. Looks like we were both content with second place.
"Happy New Years Eve," I told him quietly. Donghae grinned up at me.
That night we made fun of Siwon for losing, who took his punishment like a champ. Siwon had nothing to be ashamed about anyway, he had such a cut, tall, muscular form that I felt kind of self conscious as he walked around my kitchen with nothing but a tube sock around his manhood. We had a good dinner, which mostly Sungmin prepared because Donghae did not cook well, and Siwon kept accidentally burning himself.
At midnight, we opened a few bottles of wine, toasted, and said 'Merry Christmas.'
I had tipsy, loving sex with Donghae, and just before we slept he thanked me for the perfect Christmas, and told me he loved me. I told him I loved him too, and we slept in a sweet embrace.
I should have realized that this was the calm before the storm, because the next morning, everything came crashing down.
I awoke with Donghae lying in my arms like always. I heard someone singing Christmas songs in the back of my mind and I smiled. I kissed Donghae on the lips, rousing him. He mumbled a little, and I kissed him all over his face, until he was giggling and finally waking up.
"Merry Christmas," he whispered.
"Merry Christmas, my love," I said to him. Donghae kissed me lightly, before pulling away.
"Who's singing? They have a really nice voice," Donghae said as he closed his eyes and settled back onto my chest.
I listened to the song and realized with a jolt what song it was. My heart stopped, and I nudged Donghae off me and sat up, straining to listen.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I shushed him and listened, my mouth open and my heart pounding wildly.
My mother will start worry... My father will be pacing the floor~
"Holy shit," I cursed out, and scrambled out of bed.
So really I'd better scurry, but maybe just a half a drink more~
"What's wrong?" Donghae asked, his eyes wide. I slipped on a pair of sweats and ran to my closet quickly.
The neighbors might faint, say what's in this drink?~
I came back to the bedroom with a golf club in my hand, one of the ones I had solely for work related purposes, and Donghae pulled the blanket up to his chest. The song continued, one I knew so painfully well.
I wish I knew how to break this spell~
"Hae, stay in the bedroom, and lock to door after me," I said, "Don't come out until I say it's okay," I said. Donghae nodded and I walked to the door.
I ought to say "no, no, no sir", At least I'm gonna say that I tried~
The song got three times as loud and clear as I opened the door. I shut it after me and walked down the hall; I heard the faint click of Donghae locking the bedroom door. My guests' doors were thankfully still closed and I made my way into the main room.
I really can't stay~
The voice warbled, holding the well-practiced note. I came into view.
He was standing in the kitchen, wearing a designer coat. His hair was a stark auburn, and his familiar smile and singing voice made my heart and stomach twist up with anger.
I wished it wasn't true.
Baby it's cold outside~
His voice was beautiful, even if I hated him so. His voice was not the only indicator; it was the choice of song. One of the only English songs he knew by heart, his favorite Christmas carol. I glared at him and he smirked at me. I raised up the golf club.
"How did you find me, Zhoumi?" I growled in my native tongue, "How did you get in here?" I asked. My long legged ex feigned hurt.
"Is that any way to treat the man who loves you so, so much?" he asked, and he made his way towards me, "I even came all the way from China to surprise you on Christmas day, too," he said. My blood pounded in my ears and adrenaline pumped through me like a wildfire.
"You take one more step and I swear to fucking God I'll beat you with this," I said and brandished the club. Zhoumi stopped about fifteen feet away from me and surveyed me, pulling his eyes over my body.
"You lost weight," he commented, more to himself than me.
"Get out of my apartment Zhoumi!" I hissed. Zhoumi looked at me guarding the hallway, and his eyes flashed knowingly.
"You've lost weight and you're barricading the hallway instead of attacking me with your golf club," he stated, his eyes narrowed, "you have a person back there who you're protecting," he said.
"That's none of you business, now get. Out. Of. My. House!" I said. Zhoumi placed his hands on his hips.
"I came back to apologize for all the things I've done," he said, "I want you back, Geng. You're my soul mate. I need you," he said.
"Get out of my apartment!" I screamed again and advanced. Zhoumi backed up and I chased him to the door, "Zhoumi, leave me alone! I left China to escape you, it was not a test of your fucked up loyalty. I will never love you again! Go back to China and get out of my life!!" I yelled. Zhoumi stared at me with pity as he slipped on his boots at the door.
"I'll leave today, but you can bet that I'll be back. I love you, Hangeng, and I'm ready to fight for you. I didn't come all the way to this wretched country just to leave after one visit; I'll be back," he said, "You loved me once, and you can love me again," he added. I came at him again and I pushed him roughly out of my front door.
"Don't come back here again, you psychotic monster!" I hissed, and then slammed the door in his face, locking it. I paced back into the main room. It was deadly silent.
I couldn't believe Zhoumi was back in my life. I dropped the golf club to the floor and rand my hands into my hair.
I was scared.
I knew what Zhoumi could do if he was driven enough. And when he sees Donghae, he's going to target him. I already know it's going to happen.
I screamed in frustration and anger, and then punched the granite counter top. My knuckles pounded with pain, but I didn't care. I yelled again. I glared down at the counter for a moment.
Do I move apartments?
What should I do to protect Donghae?
What should I do to ensure Zhoumi leaves my life for good?
I heard the crack of a door being opened, and soft, tentative footsteps.
"Hankyung?" asked Donghae's small, scared voice. I looked up at him, peeking at me from the hallway, "Was that your ex?" he asked. I nodded and Donghae crept forward. He came up and wrapped his arms around me, I turned and hugged him back, "it's okay," he whispered over and over again as he stroked my back. I buried my face in his hair and shook my head.
"No, it's not," I said, "Zhoumi will hurt you if he finds out who you are," I said, "I need you to leave my house as soon as possible. It's for your safety," I said. Donghae shook his head.
"I'm not going to leave," he said, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I'm not going to stand back and let you deal with this alone," he said.
"No, Donghae. You need to leave. It's not safe," I said. Donghae looked up at me with a small smile.
"I've been to Hell before. Nothing is worse than that," he said, "I can take whatever he throws at me," I gripped him again and pulled him to my chest. I heard another door open and I turned to look, I saw Sungmin creep into the room.
"What happened?" he asked, "All I heard this morning was a beautiful song, and then you started yelling in Mandarin, and there was a loud slam," he said.
"The ghost of Christmas past came to pay me a very unwelcomed visit," I growled, "no pun intended."
"Are you okay?" asked Siwon's voice as he came stumbling into view as well.
"It's okay now," I said, "sorry for waking you all up with my screaming," I added. Donghae hugged me from behind.
"I'm sorry that your ex showed up, and ruined your Christmas morning," he whispered. I sighed.
"Christmas isn't over yet," I said, "let's just try to enjoy it, I'll worry about Zhoumi after today," I said.
Christmas past, and I told the others the next day that I needed them all out of the house so I could deal with Zhoumi.
I talked to the office downstairs, and those idiots believed Zhoumi when he said he was my cousin and, he didn't speak much Korean, and that he just needed a key to get in my apartment. So now Zhoumi has a card key to my house in his possession. Fuck.
I told Donghae to lay low for a while, and Siwon offered him a place to stay. So two days after Christmas, I saw Donghae off, much to his displeasure. He seemed kind of angry about that, but I kissed him, apologized.
I tried to tell Donghae that Zhoumi was crazy. Not like 'Oh, my ex is crazy!' crazy, but in the 'we, the jury, find the defendant', crazy. I knew he'd be safe if he weren’t around me for the time being. To my horror, and relief, I was right. Not twenty-four hours after Donghae left did Zhoumi barge into my apartment again.
I woke up to the smell of his specialty dish being fried up in the kitchen. I got dressed, and wandered into the kitchen and there he was, cooking like a snarky little bastard, like nothing was wrong.
I can't call him a little bastard though. While Zhoumi was thinner than me, he was taller than me by an inch or two. I kept my distance as I stared at him. He smiled as he saw me, and trotted over to me.
"Good morning," he said in Mandarin. He moved to kiss me and I turned my head denying him. Zhoumi looked hurt as I did that.
"Is it because of your little boy toy?" he asked me, "You used to tell me I was the best kisser you've ever had," he said. I gritted my teeth.
"Even if I was single or not, I still wouldn't kiss you Zhoumi. Never again," I said. Zhoumi pouted the way I remembered, jutting his bottom lip out cutely. I remember succumbing to this face so many times. Letting his stupid puppy dog eyes drag me under willingly and loving every second of it. I remember looking into those eyes and returning the love. Now I look into his eyes and feel angry, and protective of my territory. I felt vulnerable because I knew he had so many advantages over me.
Being a super stalker like Zhoumi gave him an advantage I don't have. He knows me a lot better than I give him credit for, and even though I've grown, and changed over the last year or so, I knew Zhoumi would catch onto things quite quickly. He wasn't stupid.
He tried to kiss me again, and I pushed him away.
"Don't," I hissed.
"You're not ordering me to leave," he stated, "so that means your precious little boyfriend is out, then?" he asked. I snorted.
"How do you know it's not a girlfriend?" I asked him. Zhoumi clicked his tongue.
"Because your apartment doesn't smell like cheep perfume and fish," he said, "speaking of which, I like this place. Very new age, and stylish. Much better than the dumpy place we shared back in the day," he mused.
Zhoumi always complained about the apartment we lived in when we were together. It was perfect for me, but for the diva it wasn't. It was small, and in the middle of a secluded part of the city, it was real quiet and the place smelled like a home. This apartment was too space and not homey in the slightest. That must be one of the reasons why I dislike it so much; because the apartment is so Zhoumi-like it's unbearable.
"What can I do to get you to leave?" I asked him seriously as he returned to his sizzling dish, "I can't force you out, because you have a fucking key now, and you'll come crawling back, and I'm not really in any position to move to avoid you. So what's it gonna take, Mimi?" I asked him, "Do you want money? I'll give you a blank check with my signature on it if you desire, but I don't want you in my life anymore," I said. Zhoumi raised his head and looked me dead in the eye. I continued my speech.
"The reason we broke up was because you went insane with distrust. Fuck, Zhoumi, you thought I was cheating on you with my damn cousin before you found out we were related. You didn't trust me, so I broke it off with you, because I didn't appreciate not being trusted by the person I loved at the time. I broke up with you, and you flipped out on me, and then proceeded to stalk me everywhere and harass my coworkers and family. Did you even realize how uncomfortable you made me? I couldn't even leave my own home for fear of you attacking me," I said, "Do you understand why I left China? I wanted to avoid you, I wanted you out of my fucking life," I said. Zhoumi listened to me talk patiently, before he turned off the stove and looked at me.
"I know I did all those stupid things, but I'm here to apologize and ask for forgiveness. I love you so much, Hangeng, and I get jealous easily. I couldn't stand being without you," he said, "I want to give this another shot," he said. I shook my head.
"No," I said, "I don't love you anymore, and I will never love you again after what you did to me," I said, "I will say this again: I want you out of my life. For good. I've moved on and found someone who I want to spend the rest of my life with, and it's not you," I said. I saw sheer jealousy flash across Zhoumi's face, before he turned away and grabbed two plates.
"I'm not going to give up that easily," he said, as he served me a plate of home cooked food, "you will be mine once again, Hangeng, I'll fight for you," he said. I sighed and looked down at the food. Zhoumi placed a set of chopsticks at the side of my plate.
"I don't want you to fight for me," I said, "I just want you to go away," I said.
"I can't live without you, Geng," Zhoumi said. I sighed, shaking my head, picked up the chopsticks, and took a bite of the slightly spicy dish. Zhoumi's specialty dish was just as I remembered it, cooked to practiced perfection. We ate in silence and after a few minutes I looked up to Zhoumi, who was watching me. I looked at his completely untouched plate, he didn't even have a pair of chopsticks in his hand.
Something wasn't right.
"You're not eating," I stated. A smirk split across his face and I realized too late that I had been tricked. Why was I such an idiot to accept the food this psycho had given me?
I felt my heart speed up in my chest for a couple moments and I pushed the plate away from me. Not seconds after my heart start to pound, did it slow down exponentially, and I felt drowsiness flood my system; I gripped the counter to steady myself, but my limbs were starting to feel unreasonably heavy. Zhoumi came around the island to my side and he put a hand on my waist and he slung my arm over his shoulder, having me support my weight with his frame.
"You bastard," I whispered, "you drugged me," I added, before watching my vision fade in and out of clarity. I was trying so hard not to fall asleep, but I knew it was no use. The last thing I saw was his triumphant smile before I slipped completely out of consciousness.