There was warmth seeping in through his , arms wrapped around his midsection protectively, legs intertwined between his…he felt…   A breath being let out fanned over the back of his neck letting him know that someone was indeed in bed with him.    He hoped his thoughts from last night were a figment of his imagination, that the touches, brown coated nails scraping against his back, the sounds…those sounds...that they were all made up.   “Yixing are you awake?” the sleepy voice of Nana rang out.   He stiffened, her arms wrapping tighter around him as if she knew he wanted to run, to escape.   Last night was real.   She promised to pay him, and she did. Every red cent that he would have made had he entertained his clients was set aside for him to be directly deposited into his account. No if, and or but about it.   “I know you’re awake,” she spoke quietly, the sheets rustling as she leaned up slightly, her loose short strands of hair tickling the back of his jaw as she laid her bare lips softly against his ear.   His reaction was controlled as his parted lips in a small gasp of air. He felt like he was being shown something so intimate for the first time all over again. It had been so long, too long, and yet…it was all so different.   Nana was different.   Her touch.   Her smell.   Her response.   It wasn’t like someone who simply wanted to be entertained for a night of pleasure and then they got up and left.   No.   He felt like she did something different with him other than release her lusty desires…she was no Jewel. But she wasn’t the boss lady Nana last night either.   She was weak, fragile almost. She let him have control of everything even though he was initially fearful. Eventually his body took over, his thoughts decreased and his instinctual actions came into play. He gave her exactly what she wanted, and he received exactly what he was fighting within himself since he started doting on Nana.   “Can I leave?” he voiced, small, tired, completely void of emotion.   She leaned up over his face, just to get a small glimpse.  What she saw was his almond shaped eyes staring straight  towards the door, laying on his side, both of his hands clasped into one another. She moved to drag her leg wrapped between his bare thighs up higher, making him startle and draw his knees closer up to his chest. She froze at his actions, he seemed much different from last night.   “Are you ok?” she questioned cautiously.   He didn’t know how to answer her, thinking silence may have been better to portray.   “Yixing, did I do something wrong?”   Why was she asking him that? Did it matter if he felt wronged? Nana was the boss not him, she was the client and it was his job to please not the other way around. She should be threatening to take her money back because of his morning after attitude.   “No,” he quickly answered. “You did nothing wrong.”   “Then why do you want to leave? It’s still so early in the morning, maybe you should sleep longer?” she suggested. Her hands began to move soothingly up and down his front, rubbing warmth into his stomach and chest simultaneously.   He was worried, that was how he felt.   Not knowing why was making him feel even more anxious.    Two months had passed between him and Nana. Two months with too many heated make out sessions, too many interruptions from the one man who seemed to want Nana for himself, too many times making eye contact with a knowledgeable Kris who seemed to know exactly what was going on, just too many. He wanted nothing to do with none of it. He couldn’t help that his boss offered  him a way to make more money for his family. He didn’t plan on being apart of Agit for all of his life, he didn’t want ‘to be’ whatever his female clients wanted him to pose as. He didn’t want to be Agit. His life has always revolved around taking care of his mother, his siblings, and providing for them physically, emotionally, and monetarily.    But here wrapped up in Nana’s body heat, her arms, her kisses, the grips of her thighs, he felt as if he was someone else. As if their was someone else he owed his everything to.   He hated that feeling.   There was no one, no one, who deserved him more than his family.   Slowly he closed his eyes, her soothing touch taking affect after the long night he engaged in. His breathing eventually evened out signaling that he had taken the plunge into a dreamless world.       ~~~~~~~~~~     Xiumin wasn’t going to even bother going to the lecture his professor was adamant about him missing. The man simply didn’t want him inside the classroom and it made no sense at all!   How could someone who was supposed to try and provide knowledge, hinder him so badly, so blatantly? He understood that the other students spent the first few weeks being shocked about his commercial. He understood how that affected the classroom arrangement. He even understood why he was sat on the opposite side of the class even though the lecture hall wasn’t supposed to have any assigned seats. The other professors only wanted to keep as much control over the situation as possible while still allowing him to learn and they couldn’t do that if a bunch of girls are whining over being fed grapes and asking if he would service them for free.   He was quite embarrassed about those questions himself, and was rather happy he had to seat on the other side of the hall. He had already been isolating himself previously, so the assigned seating was no problem. Just his missing classes. It was now his mission to go and convince the dean to see him about this matter. He couldn’t keep missing such an important class because he had a strong feeling the professor would still expect him to take his exams and pass them.   Xiumin walked calmly to the dean’s office once again, knocking on the door and completely ignoring the secretary.  He was tired of not being seen, so he would make himself known if he had to. The lady was quick to get on her feet and try and stop him, but he shot her a heated glare that made her stop in her tracks. He didn’t mean to be so disrespectful, but he was tired of being treated unfair. It wasn’t his fault he was a poor student who needed funds immediately! He didn’t find the dean complaining about him not being able to pay his student fees anymore. That seemed like the only time the old man had time to see him anyway, when he was reprimanding him for always being late on payments.   Now that Xiumin needed him, the man was never around!   He barged into the office, seeing the thick haired man engaging in conversation on the phone. He looked shocked to see the angry face of one of his students and the flustered face of the secretary piling in behind him.   “What is this?” the dean started, standing from his seat after he quickly said bye to the person on the line.   “Sir, I am so sorry, but I couldn’t stop him!” the secretary immediately explained.   “What is the meaning of this? Why are you busting into my office?” the dean raised his voice, face turning red slightly.   “I need to talk to you. You have been putting me off and I won’t have it anymore! I am paying my fees on time and in full so I can attend university