The Chosen Few
Description
When AJ finds 19 year-old Wooyoung unconscious laying in the alleyway he feels sorry for him at first and takes him home and nurses him back to health. But when he finds out Wooyoung has lost his memory and has no where to go and no money to his name, AJ takes advantage of the situation and lets Wooyoung live in one of his apartments in an apartment complex that he uses for his agency in exchange for Wooyoung's service as one of his escorts. Wooyoung agrees to this only because it gives him a place to stay and a little money on the side btw no one besides AJ and the other agency employees Kevin, Yoseob, and Kyuhyun (they live in the same apartment complex as Wooyoung) know he does this for a living. Wooyoung has been doing this for about 4 months and really hates it but has no idea how to escape his current life. So in the mean time he tries to keep his emotions bottled up and carry on and act normal. He has since enrolled in college and made friends with Hyuna, Tiffany, Kikwang, and Junho (his good friend being Doojoon) in order to feel normal and fill the void in his life. All he wants is to find someone that he loves and who truly loves and cares for him also that will take him away from his messed up life. But Little does he know the road he is heading down will only make him hurt more and reveal secrets of his past and his real identity and the people that he surrounds himself with and the ones he thought he could trust have secrets and a past of their own.
Okay, so this is my first ever fanfic so BE GENTLE with the comments and if you have any suggestions or ideas (like with pairings or anything) PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TELL ME by writing it in the comments or messaging me.
Thank You~ ^^
P.S. This fic will also have fluff and dark elements as well.
Foreword
The air has a dense feel to it; every breath taken is like inhaling a thick poisonous gas. The gas is suffocating but I keep breathing it in, it always feels like this afterwards. The door to the right of my bed, my bathroom door, swings open revealing a rather tall man. The light from the bathroom shines behind him, making his body dark by comparison, his elongated shadow covers part of my face. The dark figure stood there for a moment fixing his belt, I couldn’t see his face due to the bright light, I couldn’t see anything about him really, no face, no features, just a shadow. Turning my head, I look forward; I honestly don’t care what he looks like, it doesn’t matter to me because after tonight I won’t see him again. I can hear him shuffling through his pockets, the clinking of coins, the ruffling of paper, and with one idle throw money is dropped onto the unsettled bed. He doesn’t look at me, talk to me, or even knows my name and I honestly prefer it that way, it makes things quick and easy. After a long, heavy sigh he walks out of my bedroom, through my living room, and out of my apartment as if he owned it. I'm left alone. I tightly curled up in ball in my dirty blankets. I'm still . I don't bother to get dressed, all I can feel now is a numb emptiness. With one flick of the switch I turn off the lights it immediately layers the bedroom and the entire house in darkness. I didn’t even care to lock the front door. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping to soon escape this unbearable silence and never ending darkness of my world.
I can't keep doing this..
I don't want to feel alone anymore...
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