[ exo : daytime rendezvous ]
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kokoronashidaytime rendezvous
fandom exo
pairing kailu (luhan/kai)
style drabble
length 264
i tried to keep it pg. exo prompt generator for this pair: prostitution/don't make a sound/pg
They meet during the day but in the dark. In those alleyways that no one traverse into, even if they might smell like something awful and contain perhaps, actual things that rot.
They can't meet in the night, when Jongin was lantern lit and curled under someone else, a customer with a fake name, a customer with no name.
A customer that couldn't be Luhan, not with his meager income singing cover songs at bars when Jongin made a fortune for every kiss and another for every whimper and moan. Luhan hated it, for he wanted to own Jongin.
But he couldn't, not outside of the dark alleyway of the daytime.
When they meet they spoke in whispers, where Jongin would call him hyung, barely audible, barely a sound but to Luhan, it was everything. He would just be able to make Jongin's face there, filling up the parts made of shadows with his memory and feeling them with kisses that fluttered rather than stayed.
He wanted to hear Jongin say his name, say his name with an I love you and an I want you. Say and say and shout and scream and moan, but not whisper but he had to make do with just that. With whisper, quiet, scared and trembling in his arm.
And when they parted, Luhan got to see Jongin clearly just once, the sunlight hitting his face as he walked back into a world where he was Kai, a high-paid escort with debts to pay and Luhan was a poor man who couldn't buy Jongin out of Kai.
fandom exo
pairing kailu (luhan/kai)
style drabble
length 264
i tried to keep it pg. exo prompt generator for this pair: prostitution/don't make a sound/pg
They meet during the day but in the dark. In those alleyways that no one traverse into, even if they might smell like something awful and contain perhaps, actual things that rot.
They can't meet in the night, when Jongin was lantern lit and curled under someone else, a customer with a fake name, a customer with no name.
A customer that couldn't be Luhan, not with his meager income singing cover songs at bars when Jongin made a fortune for every kiss and another for every whimper and moan. Luhan hated it, for he wanted to own Jongin.
But he couldn't, not outside of the dark alleyway of the daytime.
When they meet they spoke in whispers, where Jongin would call him hyung, barely audible, barely a sound but to Luhan, it was everything. He would just be able to make Jongin's face there, filling up the parts made of shadows with his memory and feeling them with kisses that fluttered rather than stayed.
He wanted to hear Jongin say his name, say his name with an I love you and an I want you. Say and say and shout and scream and moan, but not whisper but he had to make do with just that. With whisper, quiet, scared and trembling in his arm.
And when they parted, Luhan got to see Jongin clearly just once, the sunlight hitting his face as he walked back into a world where he was Kai, a high-paid escort with debts to pay and Luhan was a poor man who couldn't buy Jongin out of Kai.
