PROLOGUE:

Kyungsoo woke up in a pool of sweat, his jaw clenched and muscles tense. He was having the same nightmare again, the one he was stabbed in the back right through his heart. Her sobs repeating “I’m sorry” just to turn around and flee. He is left alone in the dark, the feeling of betrayal drowning his lungs with his own blood. Before he wakes up, he feels like falling down a hole on the ground, swallowing him until his body can’t stand anymore and makes him alert, pushing him out of his slumber.
His eyes are not completely open yet, but he can’t stand that feeling anymore. He doesn’t love heranymore. It had been months and he had gotten through all the stages of grief. But he did miss something he couldn’t have. Something that got broken, that was artificial, that was poisonous and sickening. But before it got the disastrous end, when he was blissfully ignorant… That he missed. He missed the moments he had with her, the warmth against his bed, he missed being loved.
His phone rang and a message of an unknown number told him to check her Instagram. He didn’t need to see to know who had sent it. He opened her, now public, account and he noticed she had erased all Jay’s old pictures. She had never done that when she was with him. His eyes stopped at the latest picture. She had picked almost every piece of the broken pasta jar and glued them back together. It had some sickening quote about a Japanese technique to restore broken pottery with gold and yada-yada.
Kyungsoo closed the app, scoffing at her ridiculous attempts. Yes, that Japanese technique was beautiful, and people often use it to compare to people putting efforts into relationships and all. And it is good advice for healthy relationships. But some things are better the way they were left: broken, shattered, ended.
He was about to turn off his phone and hit the shower, but he got a message from Chanyeol. He was asking D.O. to help him in the studio, maybe do a collaboration for the fans and put it on his SoundCloud. That’s when Kyungsoo had a brilliant idea. He was going to throw every piece of the broken glass of his past relationship away for good.

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ARTIFICIAL LOVE PART 2

Chanyeol was walking in front of D.O. with his girlfriend, Angel. Despite he had helped him to put his plan in action, Chanyeol was in a relationship. And sometimes Kyungsoo just wanted to hang out with his friends, but most of them were dating now. They had become bold, even people from SM looked to the other side.
They’re young, they deserve to be happy. But could he? Could he ever be happy again? He was happy when Sehun took him do Jejudo, and he was more than thrilled when Chanyeol recorded ‘Love Yourself’ with him and put it online. But…
Suho passed an arm around him and gave Kyungsoo a smug smile. Before he could ask what was this about, Joonmyeon spoke: “I know the boys have been helping you on their own way. But I think this situation asks for the help of a man. If you let me help, of course, D.O”.
Kyungsoo was a bit suspicious but in the end, he agreed. Suho was always so secretive, low profile. They all knew he had all sorts of contacts in his phone, yet he never revealed them to his dongsaengs. It was also an unspoken truth that Suho enjoyed the company of both men and women. But to set an example to his members, he never revealed his affairs. And yet there they both were, in a VIP nightclub on the outskirts of Seoul.
Strangely this wasn’t what D.O. pictured in his mind when he imagined where Suho wandered when he disappeared a few nights a month. It was just a normal club. But Joonmyeon smiled, indicating him to follow. Behind a door heavily secured by the biggest man he had ever seen, after a set of stairs that seemed to go down forever. And behind another equally large security, a small bar with very rich and famous people.
It had tables and booths on both the right and left walls. Waiters and waitresses carried expensive drinks and bottles. The bar was in the back wall, in the center, and it was completely ordinary: stools in front of the counter and booze on the back, a barman and a bargirl mixing cocktails and smiling to paying customers. But on both sides of the bar a set of doors. On the left a blue neon sign read: Boys. On the right, another said: Girls. D.O. noticed people came in and out of both, like it was a bathroom, but it didn’t matter their gender.
You were the hostess there and you came to them. You greeted Suho, one of your best costumers and old friend. He placed a kiss on your cheek and whispered something on your ear so D.O. wouldn’t hear. He asked if everything was ready like he asked. You nodded, all smiles and giggles.
Junmyeon turned to him and said: “Well, this is the most I can do for you, Kyungsoo. I have a date I can’t miss, but it’s all on me, so please enjoy. Y/N will take you somewhere to relax”. Kyungsoo blinked but his friend was already turning away through the door on the left. “It’s your first time, Mr. Do, but Mr. Kim had everything prepared. Please, come” you said.
You guided him through the right door and Kyungsoo had a slight idea of what was going on. After a corridor with erotic paintings, his suspicious were confirmed. “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande was playing in a room bigger than he had expected. It had everything one could possibly imagine: strip poles, girls in white lingerie with innocent looks, girls in cages, girls in full dominatrix costume, girls in windows, girls flying on silk strips hanging from the ceiling, a giant champagne glass…
It’s as if someone gathered every possible kink and fetish into one place. Kyungsoo was a bit startled that the women there didn’t all look the same: they had tall girls, short, muscular, flat, curvy, thin, fat, with different skin tones, ethnicities and body types, trans and cis, some looking very girly, others didn’t fit society’s standards for gender roles. And they were all gorgeous. They pleased all kinds of patrons, men and women alike. They made money rain and looked famous or filthy rich.
But you didn’t stop there. You guided him to the private area, full of rooms with built in suits. You opened one for Kyungsoo and explained the house rules and told him if he needed anything, he just had to use the phone on the nightstand by the bed. As soon as you turned to leave, he stopped you.
“Look… I don’t feel comfortable doing this. I mean, Joonmyeon means well, but this isn’t my style. I think it’s best if I leave…” he started saying, ready to go. Suho told you that was exactly what he would do. You played your part of diligent hostess.
“No, Mr. Do, I beg you! If you leave now, the girl won’t get her commission and I will have a hard time with my boss!” you pleaded with him. Little did he know you were the assigned girl and you were playing a part. That was your specialty: being a prostitute without the looks of it.
He sighted, sitting heavily on the bed. You sat beside him, eyes expectant. He was about to say something, but you cut him off: “I know, I have an idea. I’ll call the girl that was supposed to be here and ask her to host in my place and I’ll stay with you and chat for the night. It’s already payed for anyway. I bet she won’t complain. Can you please help us, Mr. Do?” you held your hands together, puppy eyes in action.
“Okay” he finally said, “I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.” You thanked him and hit the phone like arranged. You had ringed the room Suho was at and started ‘explaining’ the situation to him and he chuckled. You could hear moans on the other side of the line, most likely from the poor boy he was abusing tonight. He said: “He’ll probably just want to chat, but make sure he stays there the whole night, because that’s what I paid for. And don’t mix business with pleasure, Y/N, you don’t want to make the same mistake twice”.
“I know, I know… I won’t. I don’t want to repeat that all over again. Okay, thanks, bye”. You hung up and you had to brush your thoughts aside of Taeyang. It still hurt. Your chest was heavy and you had to breathe to get it together. You had begun there as a hostess, and nothing more. Until you met him.
Taeyang was charming, glamorous, seductive. You couldn’t help but to fall into his charms. After months of him coming to the club and insistent flirting, you secretly brought him to one of the rooms. You surrendered your body, your soul and your heart to him, making love passionately. When you woke up the next day, he was gone, money on the nightstand. For him, it wasn’t love. It was just sex. Payed sex.
Without realizing, he was your first client. He spoke highly of you to your boss; that you were perfect for those who wanted the thrill of the chase, but no strings attached. Your boss was pissed you slept with a client and so your debt started. And Taeyang never gave you more than a distant nod when he saw you again.
That was last year and still hurt. You sighted and Kyungsoo looked at you a little bit confused. “Repeat what? Are you alright?” he asked. You invented an excuse. “Ah… I’m okay, it’s just that last time I made a huge mistake. But never mind, thank you for helping us…” you retorted, trying to change the subject. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Last time? You mean, you’ve traded places before, or you’re not just a hostess?” he inquired.
Wow. Suho told you he was cunning and straight to the point. But still you were startled, you couldn’t bring yourself to invent anything. You pressed your hands together on your lap. There was no point in lying to him. That’s what you were, a prostitute. You couldn’t deny that, he would find out sooner or later. You swallowed dry.
“Besides my hosting duties, I have to… entertain customers. So, no. I’m not just a hostess” you told him, averting his gaze. That’s when you thought he would storm out of the room, but to your surprise, he stayed. He looked at you with curiosity. “No offense, but you don’t feel like… Hmm… An ‘entertainer’ very much. You look like you don’t fit in here” he said, his eyes still studying you.
“Oh… Well, it’s kind of my specialty, I guess. All the perks of payed sex without the appearance of it. At least that’s what my boss says. It’s funny, though. Junmyeon also says that I don’t fit here…”you smiled fondly thinking about him. “Is he… your client?” Kyungsoo asked, a worried undertone in his voice. Your hands ran up and down your thighs as you spoke.
“Yeah, in a way. He was one of my first clients. My second to be honest, and he saw I was nervous. We spent the night talking and after that he asks for me whenever he wants to chat. I mean, he’s more of a friend. A friend that pays for my time, but still a friend, since we technically never… You know…” you realized you were babbling and apologized.
“No, I’d like to know more, if you will. After all, we should do something to pass the time”, he shrugged. “Right” you added. “Where’s my head? Can I get you anything to drink?” you asked, and ordered a bottle of wine. You both drank slowly, and made some small talk, but soon things got a little awkward. One thing was talking to Joonmyeon, you knew each other for ages. Kyungsoo was a stranger and somehow, he made you feel shy. Something you never thought you could feel again.
“I know!” you stood up and placed your glass on the small table in the center of the room. “Maybe we should play something… What do you feel about strip-poker?” he almost choked on his wine and quickly dismissed the idea. What a bummer, he looked like cute underneath those clothes. “Hmmm…”, you walked in circles, swaying your hips to the soft R&B music that was playing in the background.
You didn’t notice, but Kyungsoo was eating you up. The graffiti pencil skirt you were wearing, with a matching vest and white button-up made your body irresistible. The alcohol was knocking down his inhibitions and he suddenly remembered he hadn’t sex in quite a while.
Would it be bad to have sex with a hooker? It’s just a profession, after all. God knows he also had to play his part to please the public, so, in some degree, he also had to smile and endure a lot of things. But still, you didn’t feel like one to him. He sensed there was something you weren’t telling him.
“What if we play 20 questions?” you were tempted by his suggestion. “Can’t we add some stripping in the mix to get interesting?” you chuckled, trying to be funny, a snort coming from your nose and making the inside of the glass you were bringing to your lips a little foggy.
“Sure, why not?” he said, surprising you and you spit a good part of the Cabernet Sauvignon back to the crystal glass. He laughed at you, and little did you know, he was starting to be as interested in your nude figure as you were in his.
His first question was straight to the point. He wanted to know why you were working there. You sighted and poured the rest of the wine into your glasses. You found yourself telling him the whole story, and how Joonmyeon helped you more than you could ever repay him. Besides the countless nights he spent simply talking to you, he always brought you good costumers.
The club you worked at had a strict set of rules and a team of securities. But nonetheless, when you work with upper class people, they always think that everything can be solved with money. You had your share of bad experiences. Not with Suho’s contacts. They were the best kind: generous and easy to take care of.
A few questions and pieces of clothing peeled off, you both were giggling at each other. You laid down on your side, your head resting on your flexed arm, and so did Kyungsoo. “Do you have a stage name, or something like that? Why did you told me your name right away?” he asked, finishing his glass. You stopped counting after the third.
“Woah, these were two!But yes, I do. It’s Opal. We also have all kinds of gemstones here” you said, making him laugh. “But I don’t know why Joonmyeon told you my real name, he never done that before. But I’m just taking one piece of clothing, smart ass” you put the empty glasses away and slip off your skirt. Kyungsoo took a good look your legs and ass and had to suppress a moan.
You went back to the bed with a plop, this time even closer to him. “You asked two, I get two. You already told me about your bad breakup, so…” you tapped your finger at your lips and he watched closely. “Do you still think about her?” he frowned a little. But in the end, he shrugged. “Not anymore” was his answer. You decided not to push your luck.
He was going to ask you a question, but you interrupted. “No, no, mister. I get two, remember? Do you want me to punish you for cheating?” you pushed his shoulder a bit, playfully. He retorted: “I remember, and that was the answer to your question”. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to him. “But I usually do the punishing, though.” He said in a whisper and you had to fight every ounce of you that wanted to jump at him.
You slowly removed your hand, your chest heavy and you remember him to take off a piece of clothing. He shimmied out of his pants, making you laugh. You let your eyes linger at his toned legs and sinful thighs. You discreetly pressed yours together, punching yourself mentally to stop thinking about riding them. It was his turn and you were only in your lacey lingerie. He had his underwear and shirt.
“Okay, I have a good one. Do you wear this kind of lingerie in your everyday life?” he asked, curiosity and a spark on his eyes. “Heck, no! This stuff is not supposed to stay on for long, it’s not comfortable!” you replied, your tone a little high pitched. You realized you had to take something off, but you had mixed emotions. He was so interesting, funny, smart, observant… he was perfect.
Would you want to take the next step and take your clothes off as an obligation because of your job? Or… were you making the same mistake again, and allowing yourself to believe in the impossible? You sighted and your hands flew to your back. Who were you fooling? This was work.
He stopped you. His hand grabbed gently at your upper arm. You looked at him, taken aback by his action. “I have one last question for you, Y/N…” he looked deep in your eyes and you felt his magnetic pull. His eyes were so expressive, he wasn’t a good actor for naught. You wanted to drown into them and kiss the smirk off his face.
“Do you want to go out on a date with me?” your heart felt like sinking and flying at the same time. That’s why you stayed on the ground. “Kyungsoo…” you started, but his hand caressed your cheek and you froze. You hadn’t felt such sweet gesture for a long time. Not since…
“Look, Y/N. We both have been hurt. I talked more about it with you in a couple of hours than with my own friends in months. So, we know how badly it hurts. How it breaks us. Maybe we should help each other heal, you know?” he made a good point. You still didn’t know how to respond. Joonmyeon’s voice ringed in your ears. But this didn’t feel like a mistake at all.
This made complete sense, two broken people… Two broken mismatched pieces, one of a gemstone, the other a lone pottery… So different, but with the same trauma that left them shattered. Maybe you would never be able to be glued back together to your original forms, but… Perhaps you could put your shards together and build something new, something that neither of you could ever dream about. Like a mosaic. A different work of art.
“Before I answer, Kyungsoo, answer me two questions as well” you said calmly, despite your raging heart and the throb in your folds. You both had two sets of clothing, so why not? He nodded, agreeing. “Are you bothered by my work?” you looked him dead in the eye. “I would be lying to say it doesn’t bother me… But it’s not enough to make me change my mind. I want to give this a try” he said, going to kiss you, but you stopped him.
“Before I finish the game and get completely naked, I have a last question” you said, solemnly. He ran his fingers through his hair, his erection was starting to hurt. “Yes, but please hurry” you noticed the need in his voice. You moved your leg to straddle him, fitting your hips above yours, a warped smile on your lips. He moved so he had his back on the mattress, his hands fitting in your hips like two shards that were put back together.
You hunched and said under your breath near his ear: “What is your safe word, Kyungsoo?” he smiled and his hand grabbed the back of your neck. “Answer me first” and he had a completely different tone in his voice, bossy, imposing and extremely arousing.
“Yes” you answered and swayed your hips onto him. He hissed. D.O pulled you closer to him, embracing you by your back, trapping you over him. “My safe word is Opal. Because I’ll always call you by your pretty name when I’m with you, Y/N…” He said and opened the little hook in your bra, much like he opened the door to your heart.

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Kyungsoo was behind you on the bed, but you could see his face staring at you from the mirrored wall. He was abusing your insides in such ways you knew you’d be sore and sensitive tomorrow. You matched his thrusts with your pelvis, your moans and his echoing in the room. But, for the first time in a year, you didn’t mind being sore. In fact, you were ecstatic. He had you building up your orgasm in the most satisfying way.
When you know you are wanted and desired, not by your looks, but by who you are. When you jump into something new, but real. And when the butterflies in your stomach magnify your sensations. This wasn’t an accidental orgasm that was bound to happen in your line of work, no. This was an intentional one. He wanted to pleasure you, he wanted to be with you in all ways possible.
When you squirmed under him, orgasming as the waves of pleasure washed you, his thrusts went deeper, but were more erratic. He was close. A curse accompanied the sound of your name and soon he came too. You threw your ass upwards, flexing your ringed muscles and he growled, the sensation being too much but blissfully not enough.
Kyungsoo looked at you through the mirror and he was happy. He could be happy again, now he felt it. You were the precious gemstone he found while sinking in the mud. The sound of him being pleasured by you made you tighten your core even more and he pushed inside you a few more times.
You both were trying to make it last. To prolongate the first pieces of your broken selves you glued together. They were being rearranged to form the first beautiful thing you made in ages. Your shards of multicolored opal and his muddy pieces of pottery. Maybe it would be something small and quick. But it could as well be something huge and everlasting. But you both knew this wasn’t artificial in any way. It was beautiful.

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EPILOGUE:

Kyungsoo’s ex was tired of the never-ending cycle of breaking up and making up. Kyungsoo ignored all her calls, plus he launched that stupid Justin Bieber song just to be annoying. She had lost her safe harbor, he never forgave her. And Jay… Jay went back to his old self, like always. But she couldn’t be alone. She just had to bring Jay back, like she always did.
She dressed up like she could kill a man with her looks. As she made her way to Jay’s house, she didn’t kill anyone, but she snapped a lot of necks. She typed in the safety numbers on his door she knew by heart and it opened. She took off her pumps and put her stuff on the dinner table. The dogs weren’t there, he probably had left them in the doggy daycare. She made her way to his bedroom and very little had changed. He had a neon playboy bunny sign on his wall now. Typical.
She heard the click of the door and the sound of Jay’s voice. He was talking to someone and laughing. She walked to the living room and the voices ceased. The first thing she noticed was Jay. He was holding a bag in his hand, her coat in the other. He had an angry and inquisitive look in his face, brows furrowed. A fat girl, definitely not from Korea, was by the door and she dropped a bag full of groceries when she saw the intruder, food rolling on the floor as he froze in place. Was she the new maid or something?
“Hi, Jay” his ex cooed in a velvety tone, putting her hands in her hips. Jay Park’s jaw dropped when he saw her, he wasn’t expecting to see that woman ever again. Not after she threw everything in her apartment at him and told him it was over forever this time. “Did you miss me?” she blinked, approaching him.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jay yelled. That was knew. His ex swallowed dry at his unwelcoming words, but she didn’t let it show. “Now, now. Is that any way to greet your girlfriend?”she let her arms hang along her body and walked up to him. She went to touch his chest, but he grabbed her hand.
Whatever happened next, she didn’t understand much. She just heard the loud noise of the weird girl storming out the door and then Jay was after her, begging her to come back and saying that it wasn’t what it looked like. Wait, did he trade her for a fattie? Did he get this low in life? If that was the case, he must have been desperate. And when he was like this, he always came back to her. Always. So, she sat down on his sofa and waited for him to come back to her. He always did.

Notes

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If you didn’t understand the Epilogue, try reading this: “Telenovela or Korean Drama? [feat. Park Jaebeom (Jay Park), AOMG] | First Episode | Second Episode | Third Episode | Drabble:Playboy Chubby Bunny |"

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