“You didn’t seem all here tonight, Jongdae,” the roused haired lady remarked, lying against the pillows, watching the younger man redress.   He grunted at her statement, “All here? As in, I didn’t please you?”   He chuckled at that thought; of course he pleased her, it was impossible for him not to do that simple feat.    “Oh, no! You definitely did please me, Jongdae. I just felt like, maybe your mind was else where?”   “Well you don’t expect it to be on you, do you?” he sneered.   She quickly snapped shut at his rude remark, “no I don’t, but I do expect you to at least treat me like I am here and not just some random object.”   “Ohhh,” he began in a sarcastic tone, “I forgot what my job was for a second.”   “What?” she made a confused face.   “I forget that I have to please you for your money, not because you are a woman. I am so sorry I have spoiled you by keeping my mind focused all those other times, but sadly I am only here because of one object, your money, not you,” he said with a feigned soothing voice.   The lady pursed her lips at Jongdae; she almost couldn’t believe he was saying such things to her.   “Are you going to stop being my client?” he asked with a confident voice.   “No,” she whispered out almost immediately.   “And why not?” he asked again, buckling his pants and fixing his tie.   “Because no one pleases me like you,” she spoke lowly.   He smirked hearing her say such things. All of his clients said that to him. It was almost like a hobby for him to get them to commit to having him as their only bedder.   Loyal clients always made his job easier. It gave him the opportunity to get to know each one’s individual needs, so he could please them on a higher level.   He was taught to be as diligent at a young age. Truly it was the only thing he really mastered, even schooling took a back seat to the pleasures of a woman’s body. Looking down at his client and her trained eyes, he bent over to plant a cooling kiss against her lips.    She responded as fast as he drew away, leaving her wanting more, “I am glad to hear it.”   With that, he got up and left her alone in the room.   He knew he wasn’t focusing on her, but he had to think of more important matters. Three things were bothering him, his mother, Kris, and Lyn.   All three of those people had something hanging over his head that he didn’t like. He didn’t know why his mother continued to compliment through all of his insults. He didn’t know why Kris felt the need to sneak about when he already figured out that he was going to Nana. And he didn’t know why he couldn’t keep his cool with Lyn. All she really wanted was to hurt him mentally.   He would label himself the dumbest man on the planet if he allowed her to succeed.    Walking briskly into his shared suite, he made a beeline for the bathroom, but found out quickly that it was occupied. He pounded against the door, feeling his nerves pick up.   “What!” someone, namely Luhan, shouted from behind the door.   Jongdae rolled his eyes upon hearing that voice before yelling out for him to get out of the bathroom.   This of course didn’t go over well with the latter, so he took his sweet time about finishing up.   “You don’t understand!”   Jongdae head shot up as he focused on where the loud yell had came from. His eyes traveled down the hallway as he saw an angry and teary eyed Tao immerge from his room with a red faced Yixing hot on his heels.   “I do understand Tao!” he shouted back, reaching out to grab the fleeing boy.   “Please stop running from me! I want to help!” the desperate tones in Yixing’s pleading voice made Jongdae cringe.   “No one can help!” Tao yelled louder than necessary, causing both Xiumin and Kris to peep their heads out of their rooms. He screamed at the top of his lungs while grabbing his hair in frustration. Sliding the down the wall, he drew his knees protectively to his chest as he continued to bawl. The younger boy could not believe that his mother, the woman he thought he escaped from, had found him and beat him in the one place he felt safe in.   Not only did she beat him, but she demeaned him in the most awful way possible. All of this in front of his Gege, who he had hoped would never have to witness something so cruel.   “How can you help?” Tao cried out. “What can you do to change what happened yesterday?”   Yixing froze at Tao’s words. He knew he could do nothing to erase such images from neither one of their heads. But he at least wanted to hol