☿ BROTHEL

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@Sungmin % Nu uh.

@Kyuhyun % yes you do.

@Sungmin ( why? O.o I don't need to. -.- )

@Kyuhyun % we have to take you in court with hunter tomorrow.

@Sungmin NOPE I DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING! You can't make me~ ;p

@Sungmin % As punishment o n o I luuuurve my Saengie but that was a turd move. T ^ T

% MARCUS CHO, YOU ARE FINED $50 FOR USING THE PERCENT SIGN. HAND IT OVER NOW, OR YOU'RE DEAD.

@{pr} park jimin. % i deleted it... ; ;...

@Kyuhyun % you just called your saeng a turd.

@{pr} park jimin. ( ASGENJQKADJNDBSJSN!!! SAENGIEEE!!! <////3 I'm completely betrayed. )

@Kyuhyun [actually, it was our prostate doctor here that did that <3. ]

@{pr} park jimin. ( hm? Me? I won't delete anything.. But Min delete the other posts LIKE A TURD. )

@{pr} park jimin. %wait what?! o.O don't delete anything

@Sungmin % You guys deleted the posts so I couldn't own the room's ity. -.- PAYBACK ES!!!

@Sungmin % save it, but I'll just add onto mine and then you repost your reply~

@{pr} park jimin. % kjsdkjdasf took me a long time to write that =3=... okay okayyy

@Sungmin % sorry though. I'll re-write the last reply. The arthritis in my hand is killing me and it hurts to type. Delete yours if you want, but imma just redo the other.

@{pr} park jimin. % clock's tickin'.

@Sungmin % I will!

@{pr} park jimin. % do me, .

@Sungmin % ugh! You're something else.... -sighs- Imma write 12 ing paragraphs for ya ..

@{pr} park jimin. % I don't care.

@Sungmin [ I TOLD YOU I WAS ONLY DOING SMALL PARAGRAPHS, BISH!!]

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@Kyuhyun % WHAT.

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( DIIIIIICCCCCCKKKKKKKSSSSSSS -.- )

@{pr} park jimin. After a long while of nonstop laughing while incoherent words spilled from time to time, Niel finally calmed himself down and inhaled deeply that his chest rose up from the bed. He lifted his hand to wipe the laughing tears off the corners of his eyes and let out another chuckle, finally turning his head to look at his friend who had already stood up from the floor. A smile came onto his lips. Jimin was attractive, not to mention being the best seme seller of the brothel, while Sungmin held first place himself as the best uke seller. The both of them met that way, when their ing old hag of a 'master' decided to put them in one room together while working in the brothel. Usually this was how it goes if one of them had customers; in example, if Jimin ended up having a customer, Sungmin would often push himself under the only king-sized bed and stayed there. Sometimes listening to music and playing on his phone, but most of the time just listening to the harsh bangs of the bed and the all, adding to that with groans emitting from Jimin, all of that while touching himself in the most nastiest way possible. For Niel, anything that wasn't sharp, was long, and slender enough to be ed, he will it if he really needed to. Remote controls were used before.

Moving on back to their topic; lunch. Niel pushed his body up to sit on the bed and patted the empty spot next to him, as if to invite the younger come sit there. He only had a tiny smile on his lips, that looked so innocent yet deceiving. Amongst the brothel, he was quite well-known for having that sinful innocence. But speaking of supermarkets, Niel snapped his fingers and exclaimed in excitement. "I know that place! They've got the best organic products ever! I could buy us some things, I don't mind spending some money on health. I mean, it's about keeping the body shape that earns us to money to get these stuff. It's a never ending circle of diet; who knew working in a brothel required so much of that?" The blonde finished off with a grin. Lazily, he flopped back down again. This time, with his legs still folded and his back pressed against his foot and parts of the bed.

Forgot to mention one thing. If there was anyone in the brothel who was flexible and compatible enough for every single challenging position, it would be Niel Lee. His legs, you could say, were similar to noodles. He could move swiftly from place to place, mainly because of his small-y built body, but at the same time, it could be force to spread apart the farthest a human body could endure...and Niel wouldn't feel a single pain on his inner thighs. That's how y it was. Plus, spreading his legs often will effect how tight his hole could get, and /that's/ what's important. People these days are all about positions, tight asses, and flexibility. It's what attracts his newbies and the regulars to keep coming and going. It's the feels that they look forward to. The feeling of their being tightly engulfed by soft walls and deep inside someone's body without worrying if they'll get pregnant. Guys can't get pregnant—or can they?

“I'd eat you in a heartbeat, but I much rather get something that will fill me up.” Jimin joked back. He liked making size jokes. Psh, he had nothing to hide, so why not? If anything, he was a bit too proud of what his father blessed him with. He didn't think Niel knew what it was, though, because Hunter kept his size under lock and key until the person had it in their . But, with Sungmin's attitude lately, it sounded like he needed to ride one pretty soon or Jimin might just rip his own hair out.

With a great sigh, he nodded, quietly listening to the others eating habits patiently. It was a good thing for Sungmin though, so he kept his mouth shut. He looked great in clothes, and sometimes he couldn't help but imagine was his looked like engulfing his while on all fours. Smirking at the thought, his head raised from the floor to see him laughing. His friend always looked much more attractive when he was smiling, and that was the truth. Finally, Hunter stood up, brushing off his loose basketball shorts and shirt casually as he thought.

“You know, I like heath food too.” Well, Jimin had to force himself, anyways. Otherwise, how in the bloody hell was he supposed to get others to request and pay him? Being a seme since the beginning of time, you have this standard to uphold. You usually have to have a deep voice, control others and have authority, and more. Hunter was as strong as an ox, quick to smile, and as handsome as a god from what his mother always told him. He believed it and was confident, but not cocky. Being soft on the eyes always helped rid of any prideful signs.

“We could always go to the supermarket and pick up fruit. There's an amazing new place that opened up, but is to expensive and I gotta still buy clothes.” He scratched the back of his head. He only had about $150 for food for two weeks, which wasn't /that/ bad, but it wasn't splendid, either. Since moving to the city, he got a good amount of customers, but somehow the uke's always thought Hunter was enjoying the as much as them, so maybe they could slip by without paying as much.

' that,' he always thought. Everyone that he ed was inexperience and sometimes, he had gotten a . What was that ? That correlated to him having 'feelings' and being 'careful' of his ing actions. Growling under his breath, he wanted to lay back one day enjoy the view of someones while they bounce on his . Too bad he thought that that was never going to happen anytime soon.