“Fuck my life.” Kyungsoo stared dejectedly at his reflection, a jaded looking, slightly tipsy boy of 20 looking back at him, dressed to the nines in a well-fitted suit and gleaming leather shoes. Unfortunately, his job as host attracted the wealthiest of the idiots, and the truly disgusting ones with their criminal fetishes clung to his baby-soft skin and naive appearance like hungry flies to the finest honey. Their filthy desire for his child-like air made him fucking sick but money was green and his rent check needed paying every month and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t guiltily enjoy the rush it all gave him. So with a deep sigh and a two-second transformation from bored and tired to wide-eyed with frank candor, he ambled back out to the ballroom with dollar signs burning the backs the his eyelids.
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