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Second Choice; Part 2
Title: Second Choice
Pairing(s): various
Genre: h0r!fic AU
Rating: R
Word Count: 548
Summary: Heechul knows, even without Eeteuk telling him, even before Jaejoong could tease him about it.
A/N: ... erm. I sort of swore to myself I would stop with the hooker!fic, because, you know. It sort of makes me blush and squirm and feel funny, and me and smut aren't all that compatible in the first place. But then sugarfrosting wrote a sequel/companion piece and I just had to.

Previously: Second Choice; Part 1
If you like this, you might also want to check out sugarfrosting's Learning, which is mainly DBSK but written in the same universe.




Kangin, he says his name is, though Eeteuk doubts it. He's a cute kid, really, what with all the little gifts and puppyish determination. He comes around every Friday night, and he never chooses. Or maybe he does; chooses to stare at Eeteuk instead playing with the babies, and Eeteuk feels sort of flattered (because he is not that young, not that pretty, not that anything) and sort of annoyed by the whole thing. You can't buy me, Eeteuk would say, smiling, and Kangin would shake his head, I don't want to buy you - look, why - this is not like that - , and then Eeteuk would laugh, cold to his own ears, Kangin-sshi, he would coo, it is either just like that, or nothing at all.

--

Heechul knows, even without Eeteuk telling him, even before Jaejoong could tease him about it. Even if the Chinese kid weren't looking at him so strangely whenever they pass by each other in the corridor, Heechul would know, because Shiwon used to fuck him like it was the most natural thing in the world, like they somehow belonged together in a battered, retarded way, like how Heechul is capable of belonging to anyone.

Now, Shiwon fucks him like it's one of his many pastime activities, like it doesn't matter, like he doesn't particularly care if Heechul leaves red welts on the skin of his back, trails of passion in the wake of his fingernails. Shiwon fucks differently, speaks differently, smiles differently, and he also smells different - Heechul knows that scent, white tea, Chinese, the best kind, and oh, how he loathes it.

--

She's called Stephanie, she's half-American, barely eighteen and a real slut if Shiwon's ever seen one. I don't care who you fuck, his father tells him, you are marrying her. And that's about that.

They are left alone around midnight, finally, her parents in one of the guest rooms, his in their own suit. She lights up then, exhales smoke slowly, red lips pursed, tainting the pristine white paper, and Shiwon examines her rings, silver and diamonds and one that looks cheap and actually real.

So, you gay? she asks then, and Shiwon huffs a laugh, surprised, caught off guard for once. Look, I don't care, she tells him, I don't care about your dick or your money, we'll manage somehow, right?

Stephanie smirks, she has nice teeth and feral eyes, and Shiwon knows, then - she is just his kind of woman, and they will be great together, even if producing an heir ought to be an awkward experience for both parties.

--

Do you love her? Hangeng asks, panting, and Shiwon laughs, thrusts into him deeper, turned on as fuck by such blatant displays of naivete.
It's arranged.
Oh, Hangeng says, oh and he comes, white and hot between their stomachs, arching beautifully.

--

Boa asks, where's all the cash from? and Heechul slaps the back of her head lightly, ruffles her hair like he always does. Watch the satoori, kid, he tells her, because they are in the city now, Boa goes to college and Heechul would make sure he wouldn't fuck this up, this one pathetic little chance they've got.

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EDIT: I switched Donghae to Boa in the last part, because out_of_words24's already mentioned Donghae before me (twice *dies*) and I managed to create a contradiction by writing him in this.