Title: What It Means To Break
Genre: Angst/Romance, AU Prostitute Fic
Rating: R
Length: 1,288 Word, 1/3
Pairing: HoSu

Summary: Jaejoong had always told him to never fall for a whore. They can’t love you back, he would say. They only love money. Junsu fails to listen to warning and in the end…he pays dearly for it.

Part One -

At exactly 11:15PM, a knock sounds on the door of Junsu’s apartment.

The man lets a great whoosh of air as he stands up slowly. He walks towards the barrier separating him from the crazy life he’s allowed himself to fall into.

He opens the door to reveal the handsome man, Jung Yunho.

"Hello." He says simply, that gorgeous smile shown carelessly and Junsu feels his stomach flip and he offers a small smile in return. He steps aside just like every time before, and Yunho saunters into the apartment.

Junsu observes the man’s appearance tonight with awe. He’s wearing form fitting gray pants and a long sleeved sweater jacket over a black tee. His deep brown hair was tousled and looked as if fingers and been run through it. He looked comfortable and as much a man of the evening as Junsu himself. No one would guess that this man sold his body to man and woman night after night; he looked so untouched and pure.

Junsu knew better.

"Do you want to have the usual tea tonight? Or just skip right to the fucking?" Yunho asks brashly and Junsu winces. He had always attempted to make the time spent with Yunho realistic. He liked to welcome the man gently, sit on the sofa and talk over tea. Share experiences that had happened since their last meeting, talk about opinions and thoughts.

At first Yunho had looked at Junsu like he was insane, or perhaps going to murder him. Then the older man fell into Junsu’s chosen routine. Still, he took time each night to say just that, and make Junsu feel like shit. Did Yunho not understand what Junsu was trying to do?

"Um…yes. Let’s have tea for a little bit. You know I always pay you for the time you spend Yunho-sshi. Don’t worry." Junsu says calmly, a deep sadness coating his insides.

He walks towards the kitchen, leaving Yunho to do as he pleased. Jaejoong had always told him to never turn your back to a whore; they could rob you blind by the time you turned around. Junsu trusted Yunho, probably far more than was smart.

He fills the kettle with water and places it on the stove before taking two mugs from the cupboard. He reaches for the pomegranate green tea right as Yunho does and their hands over lap. Junsu jumps and his eyes flutter upwards. Yunho stood with that gorgeous smile staring back at him. When had the man followed him into the kitchen?

"So you bought my favorite tea?" Yunho asks with a knowing grin. Junsu takes a deep breath to steady him self, the small moment of skin contact nearly unraveling him.

"Of course! You told me you liked it, and I decided I wanted to try it too." Junsu states cheerfully, turning to place a tea bag in each cup.

Yunho nods and moves to take off his sweater. Junsu’s eyes follow the man’s action and he studies the broad plane of Yunho’s shoulders and back. Yunho doesn’t miss this, and Junsu finds himself pinned up against the counter a moment later. The older man kisses his lips with a forced tenderness, and Junsu wants to cry. He could tell how fake it was.

Yunho knew Junsu liked things slow and meaningful. He had once questioned why Junsu would seek the company of a whore then, even going as far to tease the man about the job description of prostitutes, as if the man was stupid and didn’t know.

Junsu’s only excuse was it was the difficulty of finding someone to love him, and as long as whores were paid, they would pretend in whichever way Junsu wanted. Yunho had only nodded in that understanding way of his.

Just as Yunho begins trailing small kisses down Junsu’s neck, successfully heating the man’s body, his cell phone rings. Yunho pulls away with a pout at being interrupted and gives Junsu an apologetic look before answering.

"Yoboseyo…Yeah…I’m at Kim Junsu’s…I don’t know when…yeah the tea guy…" A laugh follows that comment before Yunho continues. "Why…Oh really…well…yeah give me an hour and I’ll be there okay? Alright see you." And Junsu feels like he wants to scream. He knows what’s coming.

"Junsu, could we please forgo the tea tonight? I have a new client that my boss really wants me to meet. So could we just…" He trails off motioning to the bedroom. Junsu feels like he wants to be sick, but he nods unable to say no to Yunho. Besides, any moment spent with the man counted.

Yunho grabs Junsu’s hand and turns off the stove before dragging him towards the hallway. The bedroom door closes with a snap, and Junsu is fairly certain his heart cracked in another place along with it.

Yunho begins stripping of his clothing and Junsu stands in a dead stupor. Why must it always be this way? Why couldn’t things be different filled with patience, happiness and love? He stops his thought after that. He knew why.

Yunho was a whore.

No matter what Junsu was able to talk out of the man, he was a master of words. He could lie outright to Junsu in order to make the man happy. He was skilled in the art of perceptive conversation.

The man only cared about earning his money, and didn’t care about how it was obtained. In the front of Junsu’s mind he didn’t believe that, and in the back he knew it to be truth.

He loved a man that could never and would never love him in return.

And as their bodies press together and passion flows like a think downy cloud around them, surrounding them in bliss that Junsu knew he could never find again, he begins to cry.

Yunho stops moving in and out of the man and strokes at Junsu’s tear washed cheeks.

"Junsu-ah? What’s the matter? Am I hurting you?" He asks, a caring voice, a fake voice.

Junsu holds back the words, ‘More than you could ever know.’

"No Yunho-sshi, keep going. I’m sorry to let emotion get in the way." Junsu turns his head away as Yunho thrusts back in and the rush of pleasure send the younger man over the edge, in love, in pain, in tears.

Yunho lies there for only four breaths before he’s up and pulling on his clothes again. Junsu wants to tell him something, anything to change the situation. But nothing could fix this mess.

A thought occurs to Junsu and he looks up through his tear-blurred vision to ask, "Is it really okay to not use condoms Yunho-sshi?" He doesn’t know what makes him ask all of a sudden, seeing how they’d been having sex with out condoms for the past month.

"Of course Junsu. Don’t you trust me? I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, and it feels better without them doesn’t it? We’re more connected." He flashes a smile and gives a slight nod towards the door.

Junsu winces as he stands up and pulls cash from his wallet once more, before leaning over to kiss Yunho one last time. Their lips slip together so perfectly, that Junsu want to grab the man and never let him leave.

He slips the six 100,000 won bills in the man’s hand and Yunho looks down. The look on his face, hints to the realization he’s been paid for more than a full night of tea, conversation and sex. He doesn’t question it. Junsu knew he wouldn’t.

"Thanks Junsu, see you next time." And the man is gone out the door before Junsu can whisper, "Good-bye Jung Yunho."

Junsu is letting him go.

He finally was at the breaking point.