"Minho? Felix? We're home."
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"Maybe they're upstairs."

Mr. and Mrs. Lee walked up the stairs, looking for their sons. It was unusual for the two to not greet them when they got back from work, so this made the parents worry.

"Felix is not in his room." Mrs. Lee said, walking out of it.

"Neither is Minho."

The two walked downstairs together, looking around the living room and kitchen for their children.

"I'll try to call Felix." Mrs. Lee said, pulling her phone out of her purse.

Mr. Lee went into the kitchen in the meantime, pulling out some foods from the fridge to make dinner for his family.

"Is he answering, honey?"

"His phone was in the living room." Mrs. Lee answered, walking into the kitchen.

Mrs. Lee looked out the kitchen window, into their small garden. It wasn't too big, but it was of the best you could get in the city. The grass was green and the small patch of grass was surrounded by a hedge.

"Oh. Aww would you look at that, how delightful." Mrs. Lee cooed, looking outside.

Mr. Lee looked outside as well, immediately smiling at the sight. Minho and Felix were laying in the soft grass, besides Minho's newfound blue-haired friend. The sun shone bright down onto the 3, making them glow beautifully.

Mrs. Lee walked outside with her eyes in the shape of hearts, watching her boys sleep peacefully under the sun.

Jisung turned his head over, smiling at the two grown ups. He stood up, immediately bowing.

"Hi." Jisung said, walking towards them.

"Hi Jisung, I didn't know you would be coming today." Mr. Lee said, patting his shoulder.

"Neither did I, sir." Jisung answered, earning laughs from the two.

"Are they asleep?" Mrs. Lee asked, looking at her children lovingly.

"Yes, I believe they are." Jisung answered, looking back at the two with a smile.

"I will go get dinner started, just make yourself comfortable, Jisung. I'm assuming you're staying for dinner?" Mrs. Lee asked.

"If it's not too much of a bother, I'd love to stay Mrs. Lee. Do you need any help?"

"Oh you're too sweet. Just make yourself comfortable, sweetie." Mrs. Lee answered, squishing Jisung's cheek for a second.

Jisung smiled embarrassed, letting out a small laugh.

"Mr. Han, why don't you give me a hand, bringing those two inside?" Mr. Lee asked, walking up to Felix

"Of course, sir."

Jisung walked up to Minho's sleeping figure, picking him up in the softest way he could not to disturb him. The blue-haired boy followed after Mr. Lee, putting Minho down on the couch. Mr. Lee placed Felix on the other couch before walking into the kitchen to help his wife cook.

Jisung grabbed a couple of pillows, making sure Felix and Minho looked comfortable on the couches, before settling down on the floor, just waiting for them to wake up.

He could hear Minho's parents talking amongst themselves in the kitchen while cooking. He missed this kind of feeling. Being in a house with two happy, loving parental figures. It's not like his parents weren't loving up until he moved out, they just felt so uncomfortable knowing they had a gay son, they'd rather not be in contact with him. They were never angry with Jisung, just uncomfortable, sending him apologetic glances every few minutes for making him feel so at fault and unwanted. Their parting was for the best for their family, even if Jisung now was struggling with money, having to sell himself for a living.

"Jisung, sweetie, could you wake Minho and Felix up?" Mrs. Lee asked from the kitchen.

"Of course, ma'am." Jisung answered, standing up.

He walked up to Minho first, sitting down at his side. The younger smiled to himself watching the elder sleep. So beautiful. So peaceful. Jisung softly stroked Minho's cheek, whispering for him to wake up.

Minho started stirring in his sleep, eventually opening his eyes. Minho smiled at the angel sitting above him, slowly sitting up. The elder wrapped his arms around Jisung, laying his head onto his chest.

"Minho-ya, I still have to wake up Felix." Jisung said, making Minho groan.

The elder turned around, throwing the nearest pillow straight into Felix's face. The ginger shot up, looking around with wide eyes. Jisung laughed, leaning up against Minho's shoulder.

"Great, everyone's up. Come eat, kids." Mrs. Lee said as she put the pot down on the table.

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"Are you absolutely sure you have to go?" Minho asked with a pout.

"Yes, Minho. I'm working tonight and I have to go home and change." Jisung said, pulling Minho out of the bed.

"I can pay you. You can work from here." Minho whined.

Jisung blushed a deep red color just by the thought of doing what he did for a living with Minho. He laughed to himself, shaking his head.

"That's not gonna work, Minho, I'm sorry." Jisung said, pulling Minho towards the front door.

Minho pouted, looking at Jisung sadly.

"I'm free tomorrow afternoon, I can come back then." Jisung said, wrapping his arms loosely around Minho's neck.

Minho nodded his head, grabbing Jisung's body to pull him closer. The two hugged for a couple minutes, just enjoying their last bit of skinship before Jisung had to leave.

Jisung was the first to pull away, bringing his arms down to remove Minho's grip on his back. Jisung placed a soft kiss onto Minho's cheek, before letting one of his hands go to turn the doorknob.

"Bye bye." Jisung softly said, letting his hand slip out of Minho's as he exited the house, softly closing the door after himself.

Jisung hurried back home, changing his clothes and makeup into something more appropriate for his work, meaning something he really didn't care if ripped, and no layers to get it over with quick.

The young boy hurried down to his workplace, getting the number of the room he had been given for the night, and the fact that he had 3 customers.

Jisung hurried into the room, laying down onto the bed in a comfortable position while waiting. Jisung closed his eyes, waiting nervously for his first customer.

After about 15 minutes the door opened, making Jisung open his eyes to look at who was entering. A tall, muscular man in his 40s, with a creepy smirk plastered on his face entered, walking up to Jisung.

"Well hey there, sexy." The man said in a raspy voice.

He smelled of nicotine.

"Hey, big guy." Jisung answered with a smirk and a wink, leaning onto his elbows.

"Such a good bottom, already on the bed, waiting for daddy." The man said, spreading Jisung's legs so that he could settle between them.

"Well is daddy going to keep talking, or is he going to fuck me with his big dick?" Jisung taunted.

The man pushed Jisung down onto the mattress again, shoving his right hand straight into Jisung's pants, groping the teenager without hesitation. Jisung moaned out, but not in pleasure. This felt absolutely horrible. So much pain, so rushed, so wrong.