Summary: You and Seonghwa are top earners at the city’s most popular host club, and Hongjoong is the owner that’s finally curious enough to pay for the ‘full experience’
*Warning: Smut. Sex work. Threesome. No anal
Tags: AFAB reader. Bi stuff. Gay stuff. Dom Hongjoong. Switch/subbish Seonghwa. Reader likes to be stuffed
“You’re so funny,” You laugh, hitting your “boyfriend’s” chest, throwing your head back in that way you know he likes. He laughs drunkenly along with you, feeling oh, so proud of himself for being so funny— forgetting the fact you’re only putting on the show he paid for.
Beside you, Seonghwa’s working on some older lady, who had specifically requested him. She’s a regular with an appetite for pretty guys like him; always calls ahead of her “dates” to make sure he wears whatever she’s in the mood to see him in. Despite having both gotten to this host club at the same time six months ago, he’s been doing this about two years longer than you; you often find yourself watching the way he does his thing, feeling a mix of envy and intense admiration. On occasion, you both even host together; you find those dates to be the most tolerable. It’s nice to have a friend.
Hongjoong glances up from behind the bar, having just finished up checking in on Wooyoung, the bartender. When he sees everything seems to be running smoothly for all the hosts and hostesses, he retreats to his office in the back. He sits at his desk, looking over some bills he’d have to pay this week. Only a year ago, he was afraid he’d have to shut down his whole operation because the club just wasn’t pulling in enough money, but when he hired you and Seonghwa? It was like a miracle from the heavens. He’s been diligent about hiring only the best since then, and now that business is finally stable, he can breathe a sigh of relief.
Of course, it’s always been hard for him to relax; he’s always so wound up, worried about this or that thing at the club. His friends all say he’s addicted to the stress, and he can’t fully deny it. But right now…it would be so nice to find some kind of release. “Hongjoong,” San knocks on his door, which he’d left ajar. “Come in.” “Y/n’s date is requesting to rent out the party room next week.” Hongjoong raises his brows, “Does he know how much we charge for it?” “Yeah. He says it’s fine,” San shrugs. Hongjoong snorts, imagining you there, whispering in that old geezer’s ear, convincing him to shell out dollar after dollar upon your request. “She’s a magician, that girl,” Hongjoong says, then gives San a thumbs up, “Book it.”
It’s around 10PM when your date is finished, with Seonghwa’s wrapping up about ten minutes later. You both see your dates out, and when they’re out of earshot, you both sigh deeply. “She’s driving me nuts,” Seonghwa lets out. “Is she really that bad?” You ask, tilting your head. “She’s insufferable,” He rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he leads you both back inside, “I get it, she’s lonely but I’m seeing her every two days, it feels like.” “Wow…she must be loaded,” You say, impressed. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” Seonghwa plops down, leaning back against the cushiony backrest of the long booth. You mirror his body language as well, though you cross one leg over the other so as not to expose yourself in your tiny skirt.
Hongjoong comes out and walks over to you, “Y/n, just the woman I wanted to see.” “Don’t get me excited, Hongjoong,” You tease flirtatiously. It’s no secret you’ve been crushing on him since you were hired; you’d mentioned it at every chance you got for the entire first month. Of course, you know now that he’s a professional; not someone who’d mix business with pleasure. What a bummer— you’d have loved to show him how good you are at your job. “I heard you got the old man to rent out the party room,” He says, ignoring your comment. You smile, “Yes, I did. Says he’s gonna scrape together some guys to come along, so you may have to call in some more people.”
Hongjoong sighs in satisfaction, putting his hands on his hips and leaning back, “You guys are making me a fortune.” “I’ll say,” Seonghwa snorts, raising a brow at him. You look at the time on your phone, “It’s almost time for Seonghwa’s and my date,” You look up at Hongjoong and smile coyly, “I think we could get this guy to pay double the usual tonight.” Hongjoong smiles softly, leaning forward and gently pinching your chin, “Good girl.” He then walks over to one of the other hostesses at a booth a few feet away. Your ears perk up at his praise, and you can’t help but let your eyes follow after him. Seonghwa sighs, “Keep dreaming” “Oh, I will,” You say, biting your lip.
Seonghwa also had a special interest in Hongjoong when he first got here; he’d lightly flirted with him, pulling all the tricks in his bag, only to get not even a lick of a bite. He’d thought it weird that a straight man would own one of the most popular bisexual host clubs in the city, but figured maybe Hongjoong was just in it for the money. He hasn’t let his little crush go completely, but it’s definitely settled in the back corner of his mind. He does, however, like to watch Hongjoong when he’s not paying attention; candid moment of genuine interactions— a smile, a wink. Seonghwa often wonders if Hongjoong realizes how pretty he is… someone that beautiful has to know, right?
“Hey,” You let one of your fingernails drag along Seonghwa’s shoulders from behind the booth, and he turns to his left to look up at you. Your touch gives him delightful goosebumps, “I’m gonna head to the restroom. Get me a drink, will you?” “Hm, don’t tell me you’re trying to work your magic on me too for a free drink,” Seonghwa says in his low, rumbling voice, a smile playing at the corners of his full, luscious lips. “Why? Is it working?” You ask, shooting him a wink before heading to the restroom. He watches behind you, admiring the way your hips sway naturally with every step. He bites his lip, conceding to the fact that you have, in fact, suckered him into getting you a fucking drink.
“Here for Seonghwa and Y/n,” Says your date when he walks in punctually at 11PM. San leads him over to the main room, where you and Seonghwa are waiting. This date: he’s an older man, in his late 50’s, as is typical for a lot of the wealthier dates— though, unlike the others, he’s actually quite handsome. This is yours and Seonghwa’s third date with him, and you’ve learned he’s a businessman with little to no time to date: divorced, no kids— a unicorn, of sorts. Hongjoong knew to direct him to you guys from the moment he walked in. What a smart man, Hongjoong is.
Seonghwa greets him with a coy smile, “Hello, my love,” He comes up and gives him a peck on the lips, “Can I get your coat?” “Yes, thank you, dear.” “No kiss for me?” You ask, pretending to pout as you stand there. He smiles and gently tilts your chin upward, planting a slow kiss on your lips. “You both look beautiful tonight,” Says your date, glancing between you and Seonghwa. “You’re so sweet,” You say, making your voice slightly higher than usual, “Come, sit. Do you want a drink, darling?” You find yourself talking so different when you’re working versus when you’re not. Never in your entire life have you called a man ‘darling’ besides when you’re trying to milk these men for more money. “A drink would be great, would you pour?” He asks, “You know what I like.” “Of course,” You wave Yeosang over, “Yeosang-i, could you please bring us a bottle of bourbon and three glasses?” Yeosang nods, quickly making his way over to the bar.
Neither you or Seonghwa notices, but Hongjoong is watching; like a fly on the wall, he studies you both. In the best way possible, it’s like watching a snake and cat, working in tandem to catch their prey in a sort of symbiotic relationship of sorts. Seonghwa’s touch lingers on the man’s collar, and the man’s right hand rests on Seonghwa’s thigh as they both watch you pour the glasses. You don’t typically pour for the men, as they usually like to be the ones to do it, but this particular date seems to get some kind of satisfaction in watching you pour. When you hand him the glass, he takes a slow sip and then lets out a sigh, like he’s been waiting all day for this one moment.
It’s not uncommon for dates to lead to sex; always paid, though. It’s an open secret around here that the host clubs provide “full service,” but you and Seonghwa are real picky. You won’t even kiss a date until the second meeting, and sex isn’t even considered until the fifth. Of course, there are some exceptions: for example, for someone with deep pockets. Nothing like crisp bills to get you and Seonghwa to bend over— or bend someone over.
The date ends after an hour and a half, and then you’re sending Mr.Pockets out into the real world. Seonghwa stands up and stretches, grabbing the three glasses you’d been drinking out of and walking them over to Wooyoung. “You guys are too good at this,” Wooyoung says as he fills a cup with water and slides it over to Seonghwa. “Oh, we know,” You smile, leaning against the bar, having followed after Seonghwa. Seonghwa takes a sip of water and then passes it to you, “I’m so sick of drinking bourbon,” He grimaces. You laugh, “We must endure.”
The last few dates are wrapping up, and soon, it's only you, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa. Hongjoong stands there, counting out the money made in tips, "You guys were big earners tonight," He says, portioning the bills for the two of you. "What can we say?" You tilt your head, holding out your hand, palm side up, "We're just that good." Hongjoong looks at you, his eyes trailing along your lips, "Is that right?" He asks, gently placing the money in your hand. He turns to Seonghwa, who's leaning against the bar. He's always found Seonghwa's features to be quite striking; a slightly downturned nose, big, obsidian pupils, an angular, pointed jaw-- and a physique to rival any marble statue. Hongjoong takes in Seonghwa's broad shoulders, noting how the muscles in his back protrude through his thin, silk shirt. "Nice shirt," Hongjoong remarks. Seonghwa looks down, as though he's completely forgotten he's wearing it; he's so used to wearing beautiful, designer items, he hardly notices them anymore, "Thanks...my sugar momma bought it for me," he smirks.
"How unfair," You sit on a bar stool and prop your elbows against the counter. "What is?" Hongjoong asks. "The richest man I talk to, I have to share," You sigh. "Hey, you're only able to talk to this man because you share with me," Seonghwa says with a smirk, "And besides," He gets closer and reaches over to adjust the spaghetti strap of your top, which had fallen at some point, "he wouldn't know what to do with you if he had you all to himself anyway." You blush at his touch; so gentle and smooth.
Hongjoong watches, admiring how easily flirting comes to the both of you. "You're bad," You say, looking away from him, unable to bear his gaze. Seonghwa smiles in triumph. Serves you right for making him buy you that drink earlier. You grab your purse and stand up, adjusting your skirt, which had ridden up. Hongjoong glances down, catching a peek at your left ass cheek before you cover it again, “Alright, well. I’ll see you boys later,” You say, slinging the strap of your purse over your shoulder. “I’m gonna get going too,” Seonghwa says, stepping off the bar.
Suddenly, Hongjoong clears his throat, “How do you do it?” You and Seonghwa look over your shoulders at him. “Huh?” You ask, tilting your head. “How do you make them want to keep spending their money on you?” He clarifies. You and Seonghwa glance at each other. “Why the sudden interest?” Seonghwa asks. “Just curious…” There’s something in the air; a thick tension that wasn’t there a moment ago. Hongjoong stands behind the bar, looking like he so desperately wants to say something, yet doesn’t quite know how. For some reason, it makes your heart flutter. “How curious?” Seonghwa asks, his voice suddenly silky smooth and low— the voice he uses on dates. Your ears perk up, something deep within you instantly triggered.
Hongjoong meets Seonghwa’s eyes, his hand slowing as he drops a stack of hundreds onto the counter and then closes the safe-deposit box. You both look down at the counter, then back up at Hongjoong. You’re the first to step toward the bar, taking the money into your hands and counting it out. You raise your brows when you see how much it is, and then turn to Seonghwa. The pair of you exchange silent stares; an inaudible discussion, until Seonghwa finally approaches as well. “Don’t tell me you’ve finally decided to taste the merchandise,” He smiles coyly as he leans forward into the bar, his muscles bulging slightly through his top as his arms support his weight.
Hongjoong smirks, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, “Call it…” he meets Seonghwa’s gaze, “quality control.” You watch the two men stare each other down, and you can’t help the excitement that flares in your chest. Sure, you and Seonghwa have had shared encounters with dates, but never with someone you’re both genuinely attracted to. It’s always been money, money, money…but this?
Business and pleasure.
Hongjoong turns and grabs a bottle of vodka and three shot glasses, then walks around the bar, though he doesn’t go to you and Seonghwa; instead, he walks past you both and makes his way to the same booth that Mr.Pockets had been sitting in, his back nestled into the corner. He sets the bottle and glasses on the short, glossy table in front of him, then brings his arms up to rest atop the backrest, looking relaxed as can be. “Well?” He asks, looking in your direction. You both slowly approach, only Seonghwa comes up behind Hongjoong, while you opt for sitting next to him. Seonghwa leans down, his hand slowly trailing up Hongjoong’s, until it gets up to his shoulder, “You must be really desperate for some relief, huh?” He asks, his lips right next to Hongjoong’s ear. Hongjoong's lashes flutter in response, making you smile.
You lean forward and pick up the bottle, "You know, there are two types of men," You tilt the bottle and pour into one glass; Hongjong's eyes are glued to you, enchanted by how pretty you look under these low, orange and purple lights, "those who like to serve," you pour into another, "and those who like to be served." You hand him a glass, then hand one to Seonghwa. You finally pick up your empty glass and hold it up as though it were a precious stone to be examined, "Tell me, Hongjoong...which one are you?" You finally turn to meet his eyes, and he holds your gaze for a moment, then finally leans further back, warming under Seonghwa's light touch, "Who do you think I am?" He raises a brow, taking his shot in one go and then setting the glass back down. Seonghwa massages his shoulders lightly, “Only one way to find out…”
Seonghwa brings one hand down and swiftly undoes the first three buttons on Hongjoong’s shirt, then dips his hand down to feel his smooth chest. Hongjoong instantly feels himself harden even more than he already was. He juts his bottom lip out at the sensation, and you look up at Seonghwa, “I think he likes that.” Your tone is teasing, but even you feel wetness pooling in your panties. “What about you? Do you like it?” Seonghwa asks you, though before you can answer, Seonghwa’s leaning all the way down to lick a stripe up Hongjoong’s neck. Now, even your mouth is hanging open in admiration. Hongjoong’s eyes roll back slightly, “Shit…” He mutters under his breath. You bite your lip, mouth watering as you, too, lean in to lick on the other side of his neck.
Seonghwa undoes yet another button, and then another, “Hongjoong, you’ve got such a beautiful body…why do you hide it?” Hongjoong doesn’t respond; he’s too busy focusing on how delicious your tongue feels on his skin. Finally, Seonghwa comes around the booth and joins you both. You place a hand on Hongjoong’s chest, feeling around as Seonghwa did, but then you grab a handful of his pec, rubbing your thumb against his nipple. He turns to look at you, his nose grazing yours. Tonight, you’re willing to put aside your second-date-kiss rule; you lean in and, for the first time, feel his lips against yours. You knew he’d be an amazing kisser; how delicious it is to be right. Hongjoong can’t help but let his hand come to rest on the side of your face as he deepens it.
All the while, Seonghwa is watching with fascination, his cock stiff and poking out a bit through his trousers. He scoots in a bit and reaches out to touch you; he lets his hand travel from your shoulder, down your back, and then over the swell of your ass. You pull away from Hongjoong lips and then turn his head toward Seonghwa. Hongjoong’s heart stutters as he takes Seonghwa’s plump lips too. It’s like watching two angels make out. You climb off of the booth and scoot the table back a bit to give yourself some space, then you get on your knees in front of Hongjoong.
He doesn’t even realize you’ve moved, as he’s too busy with Seonghwa— that is, until he feels your pretty, manicured hands undo the button and zipper on his pants. He snaps his head down to you, his lips red and raw; he and Seonghwa both watch you intently, their chests heaving. You look up at Hongjoong, batting your lashes, “Do you want me to do it? Or Seonghwa?” Your lips curl at the corners as you wait for his answer. He blinks rapidly, feeling like a man being presented with a buffet— where does one even begin? “Both,” He says decisively. You and Seonghwa look at each other, delightfully surprised. Seonghwa wastes no time getting on his knees next to you. Hongjoong quickly lowers his pants and his boxer briefs, exposing his thick erection. He adjusts himself so his pelvis is lower on the seat, and he pumps his length a few times before tilting it toward the both of you.
You’re the first to come close, extending your tongue until it’s licking up his shaft. He lets out a small sigh, watching you intently. Seonghwa is also getting an eyeful; he’s seen you do this before, but never this close. Hongjoong’s hand suddenly comes to the back of Seonghwa’s head, “You too.” Seonghwa smirks and leans in as well, until his tongue is also going to work on Hongjoong. At last, Hongjoong feels both your mouths on himself. He bites his bottom lip, loving when one of your tongues would flick against the bottom of his tip. Eventually, yours and Seonghwa’s tongues make contact with one another, and it’s as though you’re making out around Hongjoong’s cock. Seonghwa can’t contain himself, and eventually brings your face up to kiss him fully. You respond like a woman dying of thirst. You drink him in like water— or liquor. His kiss is intoxicating.
Hongjoong jacks off slowly, watching with wide, satisfied eyes. “You’re both so beautiful,” Hongjoong praises. When you pull away from one another, you urge for Seonghwa to stand, which he does without resistance. You then unbutton him and yank down his pants and underwear. His cock is just as thick, though his is a bit more veiny and tan. You love having flavors to choose from. Hongjoong admires Seonghwa— especially the way his v-line is so defined on its way down. You wrap your hand around Hongjoong’s dick, pumping lightly, though you take Seonghwa into your mouth with an insatiable hunger. “Shit…” Seonghwa says, letting his head fall back. Hongjoong watches as Seonghwa’s tip pokes out of the side of your cheek; the gulping, squelching sounds are too wonderful to resist.
Seonghwa’s hand rests on the side of your face, holding it there as he begins lightly thrusting into your mouth. He didn’t realize how desperate he’d been for a little love until just now. Seonghwa looks over at Hongjoong, their eyes meeting; it sets Seonghwa’s chest ablaze. He loves how Hongjoong watches you both, and it drives him to give him even more to see. You’re in the middle of sucking when he gently pulls himself out of your mouth, making a bit of a pop-noise. A line of saliva connects your mouth and his tip, “Stick your tongue out,” Seonghwa instructs. You put your head back and stick your tongue out as much as it’ll go, and he taps his cock onto it a few times. You flutter your lashes instinctively, and it makes Seonghwa smile as he leans down to kiss you. “I think you’re both wearing too many clothes,” Hongjoong says, still pumping his cock, just enough to keep his erection strong without risking finishing too quickly.
“You’re right,” Seonghwa says, unbuttoning his silk shirt and shrugging it off, revealing his beautiful, sun-kissed torso. You’ve seen him shirtless before, and it truly never gets old. Hongjoong, however, is completely in awe as he takes in Seonghwa’s fully naked form. You stand and carefully slide your top up and over your head. Hongjoong’s lips part at the sight of your bare breasts. You never wear a bra to work. Seonghwa bite his lip, getting closer to cup your breast, though he turns to Hongjoong, “Who should get the first taste?” Hongjoong stands up and comes closer; no hesitation as he takes your nipple in between his teeth. He doesn’t bite; just nibbles gently, letting the soft skin graze against the sharp edges. “Mm….” you moan, cupping the back of his head to hold him closer. Seonghwa continues kissing your lips, though after a moment, he joins in, sucking on your free nipple. You can feel the pleasure surging from your breasts to your heat; your clit is swollen and in need of more than what she’s getting.
Hongjoong pulls away just to say, “Sit down.” Seonghwa lets go as well to give you a chance to do so. You go to sit down where Hongjoong has originally sat, and then both men come to sit on either side of you, resuming their previous task of licking hungrily at your nipples. You let your head rest on the back of the booth, and you occasionally caress their faces. Wordlessly, Hongjoong guides your legs upward, which makes your skirt scrunch upward. His hand gently winds down until it’s resting over your pussy. He presses down, feeling the fabric on his fingertips. You sigh, pussy twitching under his touch. He’s found it already— the button to make you unravel for him. He flits his tongue against your sensitive nipple, all the while, continuing to press circles into you. Seonghwa moves on to kiss your neck, overwhelming you with so many sensations.
When you feel Hongjoong push aside your panties and dip his fingers in between your folds, you let out a real moan. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this Hongjoong says into your skin, pressing hot kisses into your skin like he’s branding you. He takes his fingers away for a second and holds them up so they catch the light, admiring how they glisten in your delicious arousal. “Seonghwa,” He says, wordlessly communicating for him to open his mouth, which he gladly does. You watch as Seonghwa licks your slick off of Hongjoong middle and ring fingers, letting his eyes close as he relishes in the sweetness of your pussy juice. Hongjoong then dips his fingers back between your pussy lips, though this time, he finally inserts them into your hole. “Fuck,” You moan at the feeling of fullness. Seonghwa also wants in, and he begins rubbing your clit while Hongjoong finger fucks you.
You writhe in pleasure, never having experienced anything like this before. Two beautiful men, working on your tight pussy with reckless abandon— “Sh-shit, shit—” you instinctively tangle your hands in Hongjoong’s hair, “I’m gonna cum!” You squeal just as your pussy lets out a gush of clear substance. Seonghwa captures your lips, swallowing your sighs as Hongjoong shifts downward to swallow the last of your climax, lapping you up excitedly. The whole time, you groan in ecstasy, body unwinding. “Oh fuck, that’s never happened before,” You laugh tiredly. Seonghwa smiles, grazing your nose with his own, “We need to make sure it happens more often.”
Hongjoong comes back up, his mouth wet. You lean forward and lick your fluids off his face playfully. He chuckles, butterfly kissing you as he wraps his arm around your waist. Somehow he shifts backward so that you’re on top of him, your ass up in the air, “You ever fucked her, Seonghwa?” He asks. Seonghwa swallows at the sight of your bare ass, and admires how pretty your pussy looks, pressed between your thighs like this. “Never.” “You want to?” He asks him, his tone coy and taunting. “You’re the client, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa caresses your smooth ass cheek. Hongjoong snorts softly, looking at you, “What do you think, Y/n? Should I let Seonghwa fuck you before me?” You gently push your ass backward, tapping against Seonghwa’s pelvis, “Let him.” Hongjoong smiles and kisses you, then pulls away to reach his hand around to grip your ass, spreading it a bit to better expose your heat to Seonghwa, “You heard her.”
Seonghwa’s heart pounds in delight as he leans down to kiss your ass a few times, then stands upright again, grabbing his cock and lining himself up to your slit, “You ready?” He asks in that same smooth, sexy voice. “Fuck me, Seonghwa,” You say. Hearing his name on your tongue makes his pupils dilate, and he can’t wait any longer. Slowly, he slips himself inside you, and you immediately groan. Hongjoong kisses you as you moan for Seonghwa, loving watching you move back and forth on top of him. Seonghwa holds his tongue between his lips as he rails you, holding on to your hips to increase the force. You fit around him like a fucking vice, and every thrust is a threat to his sanity. “Shit, Y/n….fuck, you feel amazing.” “You hear that, beautiful?” Hongjoong coos, wiping a few beads of sweat off your forehead, “You’re doing so good.” “I’m doing good?” You echo, wanting more validation. “So good.”
Seonghwa doesn’t finish, but pulls himself out, “Hongjoong, try her now. She’s so fucking tight.” Hongjoong reached between you both and grabs his cock, “Sit on my cock, baby. Go on.” You shift downward a bit until his dick is positioned well enough, and then slowly, you sink down on him, newly stuffed with a fresh cock. Hongjoong groans through grit teeth, “Shit, you are tight.” Seonghwa massaged your ass as you bounce up and down, letting his thumb come up to lightly brush over your asshole. “You’re both so big,” You whine as his pelvis smacks against your clit. As Hongjoong fucks you, Seonghwa comes down and begins licking Hongjoong’s length every time he pulls out of you. “Fuck yes, just like that,” Hongjoong says in response to the extra stimuli. Seonghwa brings his hand up and cups his balls, playing with them and kneading them, loving Hongjoong’s moans. “Suck on them, Hongjoong says to Seonghwa, all the while, still pounding up into you.
Seonghwa doesn’t hesitate to obey, taking his balls into his mouth and sucking gently on them, running his tongue along the entirety of them. “You two are gonna fucking kill me,” Hongjoong pants, already feeling himself close. “Come on, Hongjoong,” You say in a strained voice, “Cum inside me.” “You sure?” He asks, “Yes, please,” You beg. He suddenly wraps his arms around your waist to hold you in place as he begins truly ramming you; his only objective to orgasm inside of you. After a few pumps, he’s ejaculating into your hot, wet cunt. “Shit!” He pumps a bit longer, riding out his orgasm before swiftly taking himself out. Seonghwa watched the white liquid drip out of you, and immediately dips low to lap it up. “Mm,” You bite your lip as Seonghwa cleans you up with his tongue, taking every drop into his mouth.
Hongjoong kisses your face, peppering you with chaste, sweet pecks. Meanwhile, Seonghwa worships your ass as you recover, until finally, you’re all sitting side by side.
You watch as Hongjoong refills the shot glasses and hands one to each of you, then grabs his own, “So that’s how you get all that money?”
Seonghwa snorts, “That and, well, half the time all it takes is laughing at their shitty jokes.”
Hongjoong chuckles, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “Good thing I didn’t share any of my jokes.”
You and Seonghwa both laugh; genuine belly laughs— ones that you can only give when you’re utterly spent.
You glance at Hongjoong’s smiling face, and then smile to yourself; you were right about the type of man he is.
One who likes to serve.
A/n: Thank you to the lovely atiny that requested this 🫶🏽 (while also letting me take some artistic liberties 🤭).
