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Gun was pissed.
“What the fuck are we doing here, Goo?” Gun said as they walked through a dark purple lit hallway.
“I just thought that your lack of bitches is why you have been so prissy lately, so I’ve decided to do something about that. In all honesty you should thank me, Gun.” He laughed while saying that, but Gun chose to ignore him and pay attention to the passing by doors. Different coloured lights could be seen from under, the mood changing with each.
“Don’t call them bitches.” DG finally spoke up. He had been following them silently for a while. Why he was here he did not know; Goo says he didn’t want to be left alone with Gun for too long without any supervision, but how much of that was true he did not bother to find out.
“I see Crystal has gotten you too… well, whatevs we’re here to give you incentive to fuck - bitches, ladies or whatever else you, guys, might call them, doesn’t matter. At the end of the day a hole is a goal.” Goo sulked.
“We fuck plenty enough, thank you very much.” DG didn’t know why he was trying to prove something to the blonde, it was clear that his effort was futile.
“Bitch, please, what you consider sex, should be a crime.” Goo was overjoyed exploring DG’s expressions subtly changing from getting worked up. Knowing that his frustration was due to him, definitely wasn’t a negative.
“What do you-“ DG was about to continue when screams of anger were heard from a room ahead. And these rooms were soundproofed so the fact that they heard something was genuinely baffling to the trio, even Gun, who had been long gone into fantasy land, was startled by the noise.
They started approaching the door, the light underneath was glowing hot pink. The loud screams from inside could be discerned at this point.
“I said - don’t fucking touch me you assho-“
The angry voice was cut off.
“Isn’t this supposed to be a host club? Isn’t it one of the main things that they’re not allowed to touch the hosts?” DG tried to extinguish the flaring up sense of worry for the unknown host. He was about to move on seeing Gun already walking ahead, but he was stopped by Goo.
“I sense drama in here~” The pinkhead was not fast enough to stop the blonde from entering the room of supposed privacy.
“Hello, dear gues-“ Both Gun and DG turned to the unusually still man. For Goo of all people to be left speechless, the sight must be truly striking to leave the crazy blonde like this.
“….Daniel Park?”
Oh, oh-
They rushed to the door and were greeted by a horrendous sight. Daniel, the fighting prodigy, who was able to fight back against both - Gun and Goo, was now sprawled out on the narrow sofa in the middle of the room. His dress-shirt looked like he just came back from being mauled by a pack of wolves. His pants were abandoned in the middle of being taken off. His face was bent in anger, but the hint of tears in the fear stricken eyes could still be spotted if you looked just hard enough.
“You called someone here? You bitch! These your little friends?” His left cheek turned bright red from the resounding slap it received. The man’s grubby fingers grabbed the handsome face and turned it towards the gaping door.
Recognition lit up the almost defeated eyes and the will to fight inside them ignited once again. He started stirring and hitting the bigger man but he was quickly stopped. He was trapped. His legs and torso were held down by the heavy body and his arms were now held above his head. He was completely immobilised.
“C’mon greet our guests appropriately. Uppy, uppy, I know you can do it!” Daniel without even looking at him could feel the man’s perverted expression. Embarrassment bubbled up from deep within as his lithe body was manhandled into a straddling position facing the door.
His face and ears burned in embarrassment. He could proudly face his opponents in any fight, even if he knew he’d lose, but this wasn’t a fight. Not only was he caught in this establishment, in this position, being treated like this, he was also seen by his biggest rivals and headaches for the past year.
“Come closer, Danny’s friends, look how excited he is to see you!” One of his hands was running up and down his body, the other made its way into his mouth and hooked his cheek from the inside and stretched it into a gruesome smile. Drool was dripping down his chin as gurgles of protest began pouring out the bruised throat.
Gun couldn’t control himself anymore. He approached that little fucker, the total sting in the ass, and started inspecting him. The boy in front of him had ruined his plans time and time again. For months Gun created plans how to take the fighter down. Whether it was out of his own volition or an order, it did not matter to him, fact was - Daniel Park was to be removed. He imagined the day that the ethereal fighter were to kneel in front of him and beg for mercy. To see embarrassment and defeat on the handsome face was his dream. But not like this… He ran his eyes through the open torso and he couldn’t lie to himself anymore, his heart dropped a bit when he realised he couldn’t discern which bruises were from fighting and which were from the sicko behind and his weird way of trying to control that beast.
Goo couldn’t believe what he was seeing… so this was the reason why he refused to be his secret friend. The man propping him up from behind for them to see, is his biggest secret and maybe (Goo unknowingly hopes not) the closest thing he has to a friend. If he thought that this is how that arrangement would have gone, it’s no surprise why he refused his offer with such utter disgust clouding his words.
DG was at a loss of words. He has only heard legends and rumours about this mystical boy whom appeared out of nowhere and took down crew after crew and turned them into allies. For them to meet for the first time like this was truly a shame. He was hoping he could have some respect for the man behind the name, but bygones be bygones. Now he had to figure out what he can do to save themselves from this awkward mess.
“Should I call the security?” he didn’t know who he was addressing specifically, he knows it should be Daniel, the victim in this situation, but he couldn’t bring himself to look the teenager in the eyes. Due to that, the question lingered in the air for a minute until a weak mumble could be heard.
“What was that?” DG addressed the speaker.
“He doesn’t want you to do that.” The bigger man spoke in his stead. “He wouldn’t want to lose another client, am I right, baby?” Daniel almost whimpered when he felt a wet tongue slide across his face after those words.
The assault was sickening, he opened his eyes only to see three pairs of eyes all in differing degrees of disgust, he did not know if the looks were targeting him or his perpetrator. He did not want to find out either, although he feels they might make that clear pretty soon.
“And why is that?” It was Gun who had spoken. The answer to the question was one of those that Daniel wanted to keep secret forever. Thankfully no one in this room knows it besides himself.
His racing heart was about to calm down when he felt the vibrations of his current seat speaking.
“For them to survive, of course.”
…phew, this answer was normal enough, even without asking it should be clear that nobody chooses this type of work out of a good life.
“Them?”
For as much as they knew, the handsome man, turned sex worker, turned fighter (which came first was a secret to all), was living alone, and although the place was run down he managed and that was respectable enough (for some).
Now even Daniel was curious what was the next thing to be said. This man behind him was an average businessman, dissatisfied with his wife (or lack there of), who wanted to regain his confidence by fucking a being ‘lower’ than oneself. Pretty average story, one that every second client shares.
“Him and his lovely, slutty little brother.” Daniel went completely still in the man’s arms. How did he-
“Don’t talk about my-“
“About your cute little brother? My friend showed me a picture of him, he’d make a fine whore, dare I say, better than you. At least from the pictures I saw, he doesn’t look like he’d bite off dicks if he found the taste unpleasant to his gourmet tongue.” Hearing that, Daniel regained his vigour - thrashing around like a rabid rabbit. Although, now he was restrained from all sides by the bigger hands, he did not give up. His black hair flew in the air as his head bashed into his prison’s nose.
The man reacted quick. He threw the beautiful body on the ground with more anger than care for the product. Daniel not expecting it, had no time to put up a guard for his head. A sickening crack was heard as his beautiful locks hit the side of the glass table.
All went silent. Even the groans of Daniel’s victim seemed to turn quiet. The boy regained a fragment of respect from DG (at least enough for him to feel his heart drop at the thickening smell of blood). The idol was about to move from his place, to which he felt nailed down by the thick unknown of what was to happen next, to help the fallen fighter. But before he could do that Daniel stood up and glared at DG, as if telling him that no help was needed, especially from him.
The blood in Daniel’s eyes didn’t distract him much as he quickly assessed his abuser’s situation. The man was holding onto his nose and screaming as if he was being slaughtered, quite frankly overreacting, if you asked the bloodied teenager himself. Once again he turned his head towards the three standing men. Looks ranged from shock and surprise to admiration with a slight tinge of disturbance.
He was not the only one observing as three pairs of eyes lingered on the bloody sight in front of them.
“He’s not a slut.” The bloody teenager choked out.
“What?”
“My brother… he’s- not… a sluuut.” The weak voice barely managed to get the sentence out before its owner crashed into the trio.
Reacting quickly DG caught him by the hem of his shirt before he crashed into Goo.