Lent Wisdom, Borrowed Strength || Luhan and Jiho
Jiho only managed out a muffled grumble in protest at the other as he reluctantly accepted the arm to aid his balance as the other led him to whatever destination was supposed to be considered ‘safe.’ Despite his best attempts at restraining from showing any signs of pain, Jiho found himself wincing whenever they needed to step off a curb.
Only when he heard the other break the silence with a soft voice he barely caught did Jiho look up at the other in question of what he’d began, from what Jiho had heard, it sounded uncomfortable. Raising an eyebrow as best he could, he prompted the other, “Where are we going? What panic??” With his body weak and eyes blurred, looking around at his surroundings only dizzied him further but his eyes were playing tricks on him, most likely, as Jiho frowned at the red blotches in his vision.
By the time they’d reached a building – decently big one, perhaps the boy lived in a hotel? Jiho had lost sense of time, the hallway was dimmed as he found himself being brought into one of the small rooms and seated onto the bed with a dazed nod as the other was excusing himself to find a first aid kit. However, as he remained in the silence of the building, his head was beginning to clear as the boy warned him about staying inside or else risk something unstated. Danger? Jiho wondered as the boy, now introduced as Han turned to leave. “Jiho,” he offered in a weak attempt though he wasn’t sure if Han had already gone before he’d introduced himself.
The time he spent alone in the room slowly ticked by, the pain resonating through every wound as Jiho looked around him. Was it a right choice to allow this stranger to take him somewhere unfamiliar? The more Jiho sat there, his thoughts being his only analgesia to the pain, his paranoia was accumulating as well and as he replayed what he could from the route they’d taken (in case he needed to get back to where he’d been), familiar streets he could recognize and déjà vu of wandering through them.
For someone in his state, Jiho knew the best choice was to stay and hopefully not injure himself further, but his curiousity and paranoia were cooperating in their coercion of him to explore, check and make sure he wouldn’t leave the place as a corpse. Limping as best he could to the door, he opened a crevice to peek through, there was someone in the hallway, a decent looking male around his age who looked none the dangerous, maybe he knows which street this place is on. Stumbling over as best he could, he asked the new stranger, “Excuse me, do you… know what the address or name of this place is?”
“Excuse me, do you… know what the address or name of this place is?”
The male prostitute who had just been asked this question turned to face the person who had just talked. His lips were shiny with gloss and his eyes were outlined with kohl, exposed shoulders dusted with a shimmery powder and body partially hidden by a silk robe. He exhaled the smoke from the cigarette he'd been smoking and looked up and down at the injured male. He snorted before motioning at himself. "Isn't it obvious?" he asked, voice deeper than one could have assumed by looking at his appearance. He held up a finger and moved over to the reception desk so he could crush his cigarette in an ashtray before returning to Jiho's side and leaning closer.
"You're in the red district, honey. Did you get lost?" He asked sweetly before his gaze travelled to the opened door of Han's room. Everyone in the brothel knew it was Han's room and everyone also knew that they were not allowed to step in it. Han never invited anyone in his room other than the manager of the brothel because she had been the one to offer him protection. This was certainly a new development. "Or...you came here with Han...that's a surprise!" His gaze lingered on Jiho's body, taking notes of his bruises and he wondered if they had been inflicted by Han. If so, their little housekeeper had a dominant side they didn't know existed. Who knew he had it in him to be so violent during sex?
Another man stepped out of a room and this one was definitely taller and bigger than the one who had been talking to Jiho. He glanced between the two and let his gaze linger on Jiho. He was about to stay something when Han stepped out of the laundry room and immediately took in the scene in front of his eyes. Shit. He hurried to Jiho's side and wrapped his fingers around his wrist before tugging harshly on it. He wasn't violent in nature and he wasn't one to bully others either so it was with much reluctance that he acted out his next actions. "Did I say you could leave the room?" he snapped, carefully hiding the first aid kit from view behind himself. He made sure to look upset, as if Jiho had just disrespected him greatly.
"How dare you disobey my orders?!" he continued while leading Jiho back into his room and away from view. As soon as he had stepped inside his safe haven, he shut the door and leaned against it after having let go of the other's wrist. "I thought I told you not to step outside! It's....god knows what could have happened to you out there. I mean...Angel wouldn't have done anything to you but that other man...he was looking at you like you were a piece of meat." His hands were shaking a bit as he went to set the kit down on top of his bed.
"I'm sorry for...snapping and acting like you were...my pet. I didn't want to...but I figured they'd leave us alone if they thought....well...." he trailed off, pink spreading across his cheeks.
