CHAPTER 8
Only a night lamp was lit in the room, illuminating the space with faint yellow light. It was pitch black outside, and the heavy, thick curtains were drawn over huge windows keeping the little space safe from the outside world.
The chair creaked while moans and gasps filled the space as two entwined bodies indulged in mutual delight. The lips met while the hands squeezed the body above them.
“A-ah...!”
Min-Jun’s back arched.
“You’re so good. You’re perfect,” Aidan whispered to his ear and ran his lips over the tender skin of Min-Jun’s throat. Min-Jun moaned again and bucked his hips forward, pressing his arousal to Aidan’s.
“Ah! Mr. Wilton…”
“Yes, love?”
Goosebumps prickled Min-Jun’s skin. Min-Jun looked straight into the man’s eyes and brought their lips together in a wet and hungry kiss. The older man had his hands under his dress and caressed his bottom through his lacy briefs.
Min-Jun needed him. He desperately wanted him. He swayed his hips drawing groans from the man under him.
Aidan was sucking and biting his lower lip, making him melt in pleasure. Min-Jun sped up, feeling his arousal reaching its peak, but instead of coming–
He gasped and opened his eyes only to meet the darkness of his own room.
Wait? What in the–?
He groaned and ran a hand down his sweaty face.
That was just a dream. Just a dream. He cursed inwardly but refused to acknowledge his disappointment. Although, it didn’t take him long to realize he was hard under the covers; his cock still throbbed and ached for relief.
Fuck…
Min-Jun stirred and shifted, trying to ignore his need. He laid on his side then turned to another, but eventually he ended up with his hand under his underwear and stroking in rhythm. When it became unbearably hot, he threw the blanket away and freed his manhood to get more comfortable.
He closed his eyes as his hand moved up and down. While his pleasure built in his stomach, he saw Aidan’s face behind his closed lids.
“Aidan…”
His lips parted and he arched his back, the loads of cum hitting the fabrics of his pajama top. The remnants of his dream replayed over and over in his head until he drifted back to sleep.
***
The alarm jolted him awake.
Min-Jun groaned and stretched his arm to turn it off. It was hard to get up. Even when he had a few days off, he didn’t manage to rest properly. Shuffling between work and classes wasn’t so easy anymore.
He groggily sat up but his eyes wide open when he remembered: It’s October 30!
Min-Jun looked around the room in a panic.
“Shit, shit, shit! I forgot to prepare clothes.”
He jumped to the closet searching for the best clothes he owned.
White shirt and black pants were waiting for him, ironed on a hanger.
He hoped that Elena would allow him to dress in his clothes and look normal at least today.
He hadn’t planned to spend the day in front of all the guests dressed in a maid uniform.
He was supposed to go a little later today, because he had to stay longer, so when he had everything ready, he sat on the couch. His leg nervously bounced and he tried not to think too much about the upcoming day. He checked his phone to occupy his mind and saw his friend from school message him.
Ha-Joon: You still haven’t told me where you work now?
Min-Jun forgot that he avoided sharing this piece of information with his friend. He began typing but deleted the sentence. He thought again about what to write, and his fingers finally tapped the screen.
I work as a cleaner. For one family.
Min-Jun sent the message and cringed. Well, that sounds terrible. But it’s still better than saying I’m literally a maid.
A cleaner? Wtf?
It’s not that bad. They pay well.
Were you high?
At least I wouldn’t end up on the street.
You’re insane.
Shut up.
***
Anxiety gripped him tightly as he approached the mansion. Elena let him in as usual, and they both continued walking towards the maid’s room.
“I brought my clothes,” Min-Jun began and showed her his bag.
“What for?” Elena asked and glanced curiously at him.
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to wear a dress today. I picked up the best clothes I have.”
“I have nothing against it.”
“Really?” Min-Jun expected her to protest and felt immensely relieved to hear this.
“Well, not entirely…” Elena added and entered the room. “I have something for you.”
Min-Jun noticed the hanger right away. He hoped that he would get his uniform a bit earlier after all.
“That’s for me?”
“I hope it fits you.” Elena nodded and turned to look at him.
Min-Jun unzipped it in the middle and when the fabric parted, it revealed a black silky suit.
“I thought you should be wearing something appropriate,” Elena stopped to the side.
Relief washed over him, and a smile appeared on his lips. For the whole week Min-Jun had been thinking about what he would have to wear when this day came. It was tormenting him day and night.
“Thank you,” Min-Jun said and grabbed the hanger.
***
Min-Jun put on a white shirt and pants that hugged his body perfectly.
“What a surprise,” he muttered under his breath as he straightened his sleeves and buttoned the cufflinks. When he finished, he put on a tie and a black vest, and at the very end he slipped in his new shoes. He checked his appearance in the mirror and smiled at his reflection.
I still need to fix my hair.
When he was satisfied with the result, he did a final checkup then stepped out of the room.
Elena and Ava waited for the guests. Ava also wore a formal uniform and greeted him as Min-Jun approached.
“It fits you well indeed,” Elena spoke as she looked him up and down.
“It seems so,” Min-Jun grinned, satisfied.
“We will welcome the first guests together; then you will both go to serve drinks.”
Min-Jun heard footsteps, so he turned and saw Aidan walking down the stairs.
He was wearing a gray tuxedo with a bow tie, and a smile adorned his face.
Min-Jun’s knees became weak, and he quickly looked away.
When Aidan stopped beside him, Min-Jun said: “Happy Birthday, Mr. Wilton.” He wished he could look at the man’s face.
He also knew he couldn’t allow himself to do so without betraying his feelings.
“Thank you, Min-Jun. But you can call me by my name, you know?”
“I’m sorry.”
“No offense taken.” Aidan gave him another look, then glanced at Elena with a question, “Everyone ready?”
Aidan was standing too close to him, Min-jun noticed, and when he felt a hand on his lower back, he froze. He tried to act like everything was normal and masked it with a smile.
What does he think he’s doing?
“Yes, we’re ready,” Elena replied, and Aidan turned his attention back to Min-Jun. He pulled his hand away and looked at him closely, “This outfit fits him just right. Do you agree, Elena?”
Min-Jun’s face flushed, and he bit the inside of his cheek in hopes that his blush would go away from the pain. He avoided meeting the man’s gaze and hoped that no one would notice.
“Yeah. I told you it would,” Elena nodded.
“I’ll be in the living room,” Aidan added, glanced at his wristwatch and left.
Min-Jun felt the growing emptiness on his right side where Aidan had stood seconds ago, and he turned to look at his retreating back.
***
The guests gathered in a spacious living room. A large U-shaped sofa was occupied right after the first guests arrived, then the corner next to the fireplace. Others seated themselves in the other part of the room at a large table or stood in groups and chatted.
The space was filled with murmurs, laughter, and music. Min-Jun served the drinks and he wished he didn’t have to be there at that moment. He loved attention, but this was just too much for him.
Too many questions.
Too many looks directed at him.
He was supposed to be the butler and to just fade into the background, but it seemed to be quite the opposite.
Why did these people have to be so curious?
A few young women, but also some men were hitting on him.
Some more openly, some not so much, and Min-Jun couldn’t believe it.
He acted as politely as he could and tried to avoid any type of conversation, but sometimes it was hard.
As the initial shock passed, he was able to work more comfortably.
The culture in Korea was totally opposite to where he was now, but at times it took him off guard.
When his colleagues were bringing the appetizers to the table, Min-Jun took a short break in the kitchen. He needed to recharge his batteries. When he returned to the room, he spotted Aidan in the company of that one particular woman he had seen in the house a few days ago and with two other women.
The women were giggling, amused by something, then Aidan talked more and they burst out laughing.
Min-Jun rolled his eyes and looked away. He couldn’t allow his feelings to reflect on his face, so he tried not to think about them. But it was a challenge. Every now and then he would glance in that direction and scan the crowd in search of his boss.
Later, he saw Aidan in the company of a dark-haired man. They chatted for a while and as Min-Jun stared in their direction, Aidan looked at him and their eyes met.
Min-Jun knew he shouldn’t look too long, but curiosity got the better of him.
He was asking himself how long Aidan would hold eye contact with him, and it was longer than it should have been.
But their eye contact was broken when a tall man with long smooth black hair stopped in front of Min-Jun and greeted with a smile, “Good evening young man. I would like another glass of red wine, if possible?”
“Oh... of course. Right away.” Min-Jun realized his tray was empty, so he turned to leave when the man added, “I’ll be waiting for you here.”
“Sure,” Min-jun said and disappeared from his sight. He returned with the entire bottle in hand and filled the man’s glass.