A/N: since I had tons of requests for Super Junior I’ve decided to put all of them together. Every chapter is about a different member, but they are not related at all. Let’s just say you get to choose the member you like the most ;) The following chapters will be published once a week, if everything goes as planned.
This is not how you imagined your Friday night would turn out.
Sitting at home alone, an almost empty bottle of wine by your side, wearing only your pyjamas, waiting for an alluring stranger to arrive. And yet here you are, still staring at your computer screen, trying to decide what to do. Should you call the company and say you've changed your mind? The site clearly states that you can't ask for a refund and, to be honest, you've spent too much money to just ignore that detail – you should've thought about it before making your purchase and, maybe, you could have spent it on something more important, like your rent – so scratch that. On the other hand, you wouldn't mind a bit of company, from time to time, but that's just the horny part of you that's talking. You blame it on the fact that you've been single for too long. Yes, it has to be that. How long has it been since you've been intimate with someone? You can't really remember it, but it feels like ages. All the pretty boys looking for a one night stand were not enough to actually pique your interest, so you just ignored them. Maybe, though, they would have been a better choice, compared to, well, escorts – or adult entertainers, as the site calls them. You're not even sure this kind of stuff is legal, if you have to be completely honest. All you know is that you paid a lot of money to rent someone that promised to make your every fantasy come true for an entire weekend, where “someone” stands for “a submissive man that you've never met before”, or, at least, you hope you've never met him before, since his face wasn't displayed in the pictures. Not exactly the greatest idea you've ever had.
Standing up, you leave the wine bottle onto the table, before heading to your bedroom. If you're going to do it, you have to do it the right way, which means you might as well put on some decent clothes and, maybe, you could also take a quick shower before he gets there. You give a quick look at the clock, cursing yourself when you notice it'll only take ten minutes before the man arrives – if what the site said is true, of course.
The doorbell, though, rings before you can even finish to take off your clothes.
«Of course he had to be early» you mumble, dressing up once again – this time, he'll have to deal with seeing you in your pyjamas – and making your way to the door.
You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous. Hell, you are shaking because of how nervous you are, anxiety is slowly devouring you. The doorbell rings once again, and you can already see the man standing outside huffing and impatiently tapping his foot, probably wondering why is it taking you so long.
Your hand on the handle, you open the door without knowing who's standing behind it – the worst thing it might happen would be one of your neighbours seeing you in a way you'd never want them to see you. Or, at least, that's what you thought before actually seeing the man who's now in front of you.
Your usual luck.
With all people in the world, it had to be him: the first person you've ever fallen in love with, the first one to ever break your heart.
