An Escort in Seoul - Chapter Five

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Chapter 5 Night Away We walked out of the third karaoke bar, my hands around Issun's shoulder as we laughed, shedding away when Minjun received the call. He moved a few steps away, leaving us to our pointless loud argument. Our argument died down as soon as we heard him arguing with someone over the phone.

We turned our attention to him, staring with concern. A few seconds later, he hung up and walked back to us, his chubby pale red face covered with a frown. She found out.

We broke up, he said in between sniffles, struggling to keep his eyes open. Minjunie, Hyunjae softly called, gently tugging the arm of his jacket. He embraced her, crying silently into her shoulders.

She passed Isseul and I a sad look, patting his back gently. I had nothing to say. It was inevitable.

We all warned him, but he was a hopeless romantic who had fallen in love and was just too scared to let us see all of him. Escorts knew better than to fall in love or expect to find someone willing to love them for all that we were. Relationships are hard enough without having to throw in the emotional hurdles of having a partner who got paid for sex.

Not a lot of people understood it or accepted it. It was just us in our bubble. But Minjun was a sucker for romance and all things good about it.

He never listened and it burnt him. Isseul joined in consoling him, patting his back as he sobbed. Oppa, should we go eat meat? Isseul asked, trying to distract him.

He was such a sucker for grilled foods. Yes. He replied in between cries, raising his head from Yoonjae's shoulders.

Are you going to pay? Wow, oppa, don't you have any shame? Why? Why should I? Can't you see I am in pain? Wow, are you proud of yourself? He used your pain to steal money.

Isseul hissed, shaking her head in pretentious disappointment. Okay, okay, I'll pay, I said, already turning to flag down a taxi. Hyung… Minjun turned to me, hugging me tightly.

Aish… I sighed as he sobbed on my shoulders. Yoonjae and Isseul laughed at my discomfort. They knew just how much I cherished my personal space, especially in public.

We arrived at our favorite restaurant in Taiwan, placed our order and continued our previous argument. We always had stories to share. Funny, crazy, out-of-pocket stories, most of which were about our clients.

The life of an escort was never void of drama. Isseul had the best of them. She booked more clients than any of us, partly because the agency only meshed us with people who fit our criteria, and she had very little things she would not do sexually, and partly because she was just 21 and traditionally beautiful.

Skinny, even though she ate like a dragon. Pale skin, big boobs, and big round eyes that were always soft and doe. The younger girls booked the most clients throughout the agency.

We were a loud, unruly bunch when we got together. But that night, Minjun was solemn and quiet, understandably. Although Isseul was the youngest, Minjun was the baby of our friend group.

He was an adorable, chubby softie. I often thought he was not cut out for the cold life of an escort, and it hurt all of us to see him hurt. Oppa, aren't you going to eat? Yunjae cheerfully asked as she recovered from insane laughter.

No, I have a client today. On your birthday? Why would Hyori sunbae book you on your birthday? Doesn't she have any common decency? No, no, no.

I waved a hand. I asked her to. Why? No particular reason.

I just wanted to get laid today. The elf began to make a jest of me, forcing me into uncontrollable laughter. What if it's one of those clients that can't get it up for an hour? Isseul boldly asked on top of her voice, Oppa, you're a catch.

You should go to the clubs. No doubt the hottest guys would swoon over you, instead of some old, saggy man that can't get it up. Isseul! Yunjae yelled with a laugh.

Enough, stop it. Why? It's the truth.

I know. Thanks for the compliment, but I have trust issues. I replied and continued grilling.

Our agency was one of the most elite in the country. The clients were heavily filtered, consisting of politicians, very successful businessmen and women, famous singers and actors, people in finance. They had very strict procedures before onboarding any escorts, but that also meant good healthcare for both the clients and the escorts.

BB is the code for barebacking at the agency. It was only possible after both the clients and escorts subjected themselves to testing and both confirmed to be on the PREP. It made everyone feel safe, and the awkwardness of asking was eliminated.

It wasn't a request a lot of clients made. The agency was quite strict and wouldn't drop escorts and clients who made deals under the table to avoid testing. It was also one of the most expensive bookings.

I didn't hesitate to take the booking when it came through. It had been a long time since I had done it, and what better time than my birthday? The chatter of the night continued as I sipped my drink and watched them laugh.

I glanced over at my phone, and it was almost 8pm. Okay, I'm going home now, I announced, rising from my seat. I put my jacket on and began to pat Minjun on the head.

Should I come to your house tomorrow so we can play games? He nodded passively, and I smiled at him. I waved the girls goodbye and stepped into the street to find a taxi.

Soon I was on my way.