[ exo : in my dream i was in love ]

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in my dream i was in love
fandom exo
pairing kailu (luhan/kai) brief kaisoo (d.o./kai), mentioned hunhan (luhan/sehun)
style one shot
length 2560
nsfw. where luhan is a pimp who can have anyone he wants and jongin is stupidly in love with him. based on a twitter conversation with plantarium_sky I'm sorry I... sort of ran with it (; A ;)/



Jongin knew that sex with Luhan was just that, sex. Or really, to put it in more appropriate words, sex with Luhan should be summarised best as a fuck.

Love was something that didn't exist in their sessions that most of the times took place late nights, sometimes late afternoons and once in a while in the early morning. There was no effort from either of them to make love. There was no desire to even try.

Or so Jongin would say, if he as to write a memoir on his experience with the crime boss, or more importantly to him, his pimp.

The truth is, in the time between being fucked hard into the bed at four in the morning and waking up with body sore and bruised next to aforementioned fucker in the afternoon, Jongin had fallen in love with Luhan.

It was a bad idea, Jongin knew and Jongin tried hard not to when he was awake to not fall for Luhan and to remember that Luhan was a sadistic asshole who abused Jongin's own asshole.

But he was defenceless in his sleep, and it was during those times, where their bodies were curled together in the cold of winter, consciousness gone, that Jongin fell, unrestrained, into love.





Jongin first met Luhan when he was broke and hungry and kicked out of his apartment. He was in the phase where he was still part in denial but already began scouring the city for a place to sleep and the sturdiest looking cardboard boxes.

Luhan was in a phase that he had never gone out of, a crime ring boss that mostly dealt in contraband with the side business of pimping out whores.

“You're too pretty,” Luhan said, smooth and charming and that little bit sweet, disarming Jongin. “You should come with me instead.”

Luhan took him back to his flat where Jongin showered and ate a warm meal for the first time in two weeks and fucked for the first time in his life, spread on Luhan's apparently designer bedsheets.

Luhan gave him a job the day after and with that, Jongin went from a virgin to a whore in the most literal sense.





Luhan had a habit of walking right into Jongin's apartment and kissing Jongin hard against his front door.

“Sehun might be home,” Jongin said, even though he knew for certain his flatmate wasn't.

“So what? It's not like he doesn't know we're fucking,” Luhan replied with a cocky nonchalance as he kissed Jongin hard again, pulling Jongin towards the beaten up couch of Jongin's living room.

“You need a new couch, this thing is gross, where did you get it, the dumpster?”

“The dumpster,” Jongin affirmed.

“Gross,” Luhan said, but he continued to kiss Jongin as he pinned Jongin down on the couch anyway.

“Get me a new one then,” Jongin said breathlessly between the kisses.

“Sure, if you work for it today,” Luhan flashed a smirk before going down on Jongin.

Jongin pushed Luhan off him so Luhan sat on the edge of the couch instead.

“What are you doing?” Luhan scowled.

Jongin moved twisted himself so he could unzip Luhan's jeans with his teeth. He looked up after planting a kiss on Luhan's member, a devious smile on his face.

“Working for it.”

The next week, a new couch arrived in an Ikea box at the door of Jongin's flat. He felt a little sad to return the old one to the dumpster, but that being said, someone who doesn't care who had fucked on it unlike a certain Oh Sehun would probably give it a good home.





“You gave him a blowjob and he got you an Ikea couch,” Sehun grumbled when he got home that afternoon with fried chicken for two. “You're totally his favourite.”

“I rode him too,” Jongin pointed out.

“So did I, but I didn't even get a thank you card,” Sehun scoffed.

Sehun was someone Jongin met in the industry, another one of Luhan's prostitute, Sehun was a boy his age who was less than clean when it comes to narcotics but was still sober most of the time, having described himself as a sort of social sort of casual user.

“You really want him to send you a thank you card?”

“I want him to send us an Ikea table too,” Sehun shrugged. “Think you can go blowjob-and-ride him again?”

“That depends on his mood.”

“You're always his mood, if you throw himself at him,” Sehun rolled his eyes.

Jongin said nothing.

He wasn't sure if he agreed with Sehun.





He was right not to, of course, having arrived at Luhan's expensive enough to have a doorman city apartment to find one of his female co-workers rushing out of the door with a coat too expensive for her pay.

Jongin sighed and enter Luhan's apartment and headed straight to the bedroom, where he knew he would find Luhan naked, a sight that was the furthest thing away from being new for him.

“You called. Business or pleasure?”

Luhan grinned. “Business. A partner of mine would like to have you for the night.”

“You could have just texted me that.”

“Well, that was my pleasure. I was in the mood to see your pretty face.”

Jongin rolled his eyes in response but Luhan just laughed and patted the space next to him in his too large bed.

Jongin tossed off his shoes and climbed on to fill that space.





Said business partner was a man named Do Kyungsoo, a young Korean with business in China. Jongin didn't ask regarding his relationship with Luhan, it wasn't his job to know that and he wasn't interested, anyway.

Do Kyungsoo seemed a little spaced out when Jongin arrived in the hotel room. A five star suite, Jongin knew this man must have been an important business partner to Luhan.

“Don't worry,” Jongin assured him. “I'm a professional.”

“I know,” the other man replied calmly.

“And I'm tested. Clean.”

“I know,” the other man replied calmly yet again, and Jongin began to wonder if a little spaced out was Do Kyungsoo's default expression.

Still, Jongin smiled and run his hand up Kyungsoo's thigh.

“How would you like to do this?”

Kyungsoo looked at Jongin's hand, eyes wide and then at Jongin's face before leaning in to plant an all too tender kiss on Jongin's lips. Jongin wasn't used to that, none of his customers ever kissed him that way, if they kissed him at all. Luhan never kissed him that way.

The kind of kiss that you can breathe through.

Sex with Do Kyungsoo that night was nothing like sex with Luhan that afternoon. Like the kiss, there was something tender about it all. Something gentle and something akin to an attempt to make love.





“He sounds like a good guy, this Do Kyungsoo,” Sehun said when they met again that night, at a time so late it might as well have been morning. “Think he fancies you?”

Jongin shrugged. He counted the tip Kyungsoo had given to him before he left the hotel room. Suddenly, he stopped at a small bill and blinked.

“A phone number,” Jongin muttered out loud in surprise.

“What? Really?” Sehun rushed over to the bill. “Do you think it's someone pulling off a Serendipity thing or does Do Kyungsoo want you to call him?”

“I don't know either way--”

Before he could say more, Sehun took the bill and dialed the number on his phone.

“Sehun --”

Sehun put the phone on loudspeaker, and within moments, Jongin heard Do Kyungsoo's voice.





The awkward and brief phone conversation with Kyungsoo somehow led to Jongin having coffee with the other man in a chain store located in the middle of the city. He waited for Kyungsoo to speak.

“Before you ask” Kyungsoo spoke, still calm, something Jongin greatly envied and admired. “I'm not interested in you like that, so don't worry.”

Jongin nodded, although he wasn't sure he quite understood.

“I mean, don't get me wrong, the sex was good and you are very good at your job --”

“I... It's okay if you don't compliment me on that,” Jongin felt his cheeks turn red. He had no shame about his job normally, but they were in a public space and he was unaccustomed to speaking about it so frankly there and in broad daylight.

“Right,” Kyungsoo nodded. “I just wanted to tell you it was supposed to be a one time thing. I had a crush on you when I was in high school.”

“You... you what?”

Still, Kyungsoo didn't seem moved. He was ready to tell Jongin this, Jongin realised, while Jongin wasn't ready to receive the news at all.

“You were in The Nutcracker --”

“As the Spaniard,” Jongin muttered. He remembered that. That had been a high point in his life.

“As the Spaniard, I remember,” Kyungsoo smiled slightly. “And you were enchanting. I have a long term boyfriend now you see, and you were --”

At this, Kyungsoo paused, finally, he found himself to be a little awkward.

“You were my freebie. So my boyfriend knew about me meeting you.”

“I was your freebie?!” Jongin was surprised anyone even remotely remembered that high school aged performance of The Nutcracker, nevermind be impressed enough to list him as their freebie.

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo said. “I looked at ballet companies for you, but turned out you're not doing ballet. Why not?”

Jongin hesitated to answer, but in the end, he did. “Money, mostly.”

“I knew it,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “And money is not a problem for me now. I want to be your sponsor.”

Jongin could swear this Kyungsoo was going to give him a heart attack with all these surprises.

“But why?”

“Looking for you led me to meeting my boyfriend,” Kyungsoo shrugged. “Think about it as me paying you back.”

Kyungsoo went through his smart looking briefcase and took out a booklet. Universal Ballet Academy, Seoul, the front of the booklet read.

“Think about it,” Kyungsoo said.





Jongin went home with Kyungsoo's number in his phone and the ballet school booklet clutched to his chest.

Jongin smiled. Jongin grinned, widely.

He was going to be a ballerino again.




Good job with Kyungsoo.

Read Luhan's words on Jongin's phone that afternoon, but before Jongin could reply, Luhan sent him yet another text.

Get here beautiful, we have to celebrate.

And there were a lot of things to celebrate about, Jongin thought.





Jongin met Kyungsoo again the next week as he handed in his application form for Universal Ballet Academy. Just the audition left, Jongin thought. He was excited at the idea of it all and Kyungsoo gave him a pat on the back.

“You'd be okay.”

“I'll have to practise again,” Jongin said, words coming out of his lips quickly. He was jittery and his grin seemed to be permanent.

“You have been, haven't you?” Kyungsoo smiled encouraging.

He had, on days he had time off work, he didn't know how Kyungsoo knew that.

Trust and faith, maybe.

Jongin hugged Kyungsoo to thank him.





Luhan came in that very same night and as usual, he kissed Jongin roughly against his door. Or it would be as usual, but Jongin could feel that Luhan was rougher and angrier. Luhan grabbed him by the collar, almost choking him as he dragged Jongin to his own bedroom and tossed him with uncanny strength unto his own bed.

There, Luhan pinned Jongin down and stole Jongin's every breath, kiss after kiss, hands freely roaming Jongin's body as if it belonged to him and him only.

And when they fucked, Luhan took Jongin hard and fast and desperate. Luhan bit into Jongin's shoulder blades and chest and even lips marking Jongin's skin with bluish bruises.





“What's wrong?” Jongin asked in haze when they were done and Luhan failed to light his cigarette for the fifth time.

“Nothing,” Luhan scowled. Luhan lied.

Stroking Luhan's arm gently, Jongin spoke again, his voice soft. “Hyung.”

Click. Click. Click. Still no lit cigarette. Annoyed, Luhan threw the lighter to Jongin's end table.

“What the fuck is with you and Kyungsoo?!”

Jongin blinked.

“We... we fucked that time, when he was a customer.”

“I know that part,” Luhan snapped. “Why were you with him today? Why were you so happy with him today?”

Luhan's questions were worded like demands but they didn't upset Jongin. They confused Jongin. He wasn't sure, not at all, why Luhan seemed so angry at this all.

“He's sponsoring me for ballet classes,” Jongin answered softly.

“In exchange of fucks? Johns go through me, Jongin,” Luhan scoffed.

“In exchange for nothing except future recital tickets, he said. He's in a relationship--”

“So are most of your Johns, that never stopped--”

“With a man. Happily.”

Luhan went quiet. He continued to sulk, however, and pout.

He didn't avoid Jongin's gentle stokes on his arms, however, and was in fact leaning a little bit into them.

“Why would that make you so upset?”

Luhan shifted uncomfortably in the bed. He turned away from Jongin but Jongin could see the tip of his ear turning a little red.

“Because I like you?” Luhan mumbled.

“You fuck others,” Jongin pointed out, almost too quickly.

“But I like you,” Luhan emphasised. “You're my favourite. But they're going to say I play favourites if I only fuck you. You fuck others too!”

“For a living,” Jongin pointed out. “A job you set me up for.”

Luhan scoffed again. Sulked, pouted, a lot more childish than his usual crime boss 'hey beautiful' self. Jongin chuckled.

“Are you laugh-” Luhan turned around to face Jongin. Perfect, Jongin thought, as he leaned in to kiss Luhan.

It was gentle and tender but not quite like the kiss he shared with Kyungsoo. It was gentle and tender with hint of the spices in his relationship with Luhan.

“Hyung,” he said. “I like you too.”

Luhan punched him playfully on the arm.





One and half year later, Luhan came storming into his flat and kissed him hard and fast and tender and beautiful all at the same time. They stumbled unto the Ikea couch, the colour having worn off a little bit now, but it was still perfect.

“Sehun might have been in.”

“Who cares?” Luhan said, stealing kisses again and again, even if Jongin gave them willingly again and again. “What's wrong with me fucking my boyfriend?”

“He just caught us on this couch yesterday,” Jongin laughed, even if they came out hitched and breathless.

“Not the first time,” Luhan shrugged. “I like fucking my ballerino boyfriend.”

“In training,” Jongin reminded.

Luhan didn't care. Luhan was no longer listening as he began to leave marks down Jongin's neck and torso.

And pretty soon, Jongin wouldn't care about what Sehun had to say. Jongin wouldn't care about nuances.

He had let himself fall, awake.