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Benjamin remains motionless for quite a long time.

Standing in the hallway in front of the stairs, he only stares at the young man. It is uncomfortable. He wants to pretend that he is calm, but his hands are shaking so badly that he has to stop them. It feels like the floor below is creaking with every move he makes. He is scared to stand in front of this young man. Scared to look at him in the eyes, having him face to face. Despite being in his own house.

Benjamin slowly advances in the guy's direction, thinking that maybe he would react to his presence and try to give him his personal space. But he stands still there, unmoving beside Benjamin.  Calmly with arms crossed and eyes fixed on the shorter's head. This makes Benjamin starts to panic again. But fortunately, although struggling, he manages to stay calm and even asks a question:

"This is my house, who are you?"

"You don't know?"

The man asks back, offering him a strangely amused expression. He seems wary about revealing his identity, though, it is obvious Benjamin knows who he is. He is the client he had seen in the penthouse and also, the one who had been at the party. This is the first Benjamin sees this man's face this clear, but he is sure.

"I think this is the first time I've seen you."

The man appears to be a rich person. With clean skin no blemishes, shiny black hair but discolored in a specific area, and a completely unusual pair of golden eyes that glows like there's a fire inside them. Those are what scared Benjamin the most out of the whole situation. Enough so that he pretends he doesn't know anything about him.

The man smiles bitterly and says, "Yes?"

"Yes... I don't know. Wouldn't it be better if you told me what's going on?"

"Well, I..."

The man ignores his wish and moves slightly just enough to allow Benjamin to open the door. He slips his hand in and out of the pocket like he is now pondering his next move.

"I came to you because I thought you would welcome me. But I can see you weren't expecting customers today."

"Customers?"

The young man's lips slightly twitch at the word "customer".  He indeed shows a smile on his face, but somehow there is no good vibe flowing from him.

"I am a customer."

"...Pardon?"

"May I come in?"

The man's attitude makes Benjamin acts cautious. He stares at him so hard like he is about to open the door instead. Benjamin quickly slides the key through the hole and tries to push the young man as far away as possible to give him time to escape. He is about to get in first, but the man is faster.

"Ah!"

"You think you can leave your customer alone?"

The man suddenly pushes the door inward, causing a tremendous bang. Struck by such a shock, Benjamin hardly had the strength to stand on his own anymore. His knees tremble.

"Looks like I'm going to stay here for the day."

Benjamin's face grows red in rage at what he just blurted out. This hut definitely isn't a nice place, it is old and terrible. But he had worked so hard to protect it for many years. This is his nest.

"I―please...get out," says Benjamin with a trembling voice.

However, the guy waltzes deeper into the middle of the house. He moves around, looking at the open bathroom door, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"No tub, no decent sink. You probably don't even have water."

"Hey!"

No matter how old and poor this place is, Benjamin is beyond disgusted at the insult right under his nose! The man turns his head to meet Benjamin's gaze.

"Are you Benjamin Colton?"

Benjamin turns even paler. "H-how...?"

This young man is correctly guessing his name. Still looking at him in disbelief, Benjamin then notices that he is now approaching him.

Benjamin trembles, unconsciously clutch his shirt, and takes a step back like he is about to jump out the window to escape from the man's eeriness.

The man takes another step closer.

"Aren't you going to ask my name?"

His seductive smile is certainly too beautiful to be real. And somehow, it feels hard for any normal person like him to disobey him because of his very demanding tone and incredibly elegant way of speaking.

Benjamin shakes his head.

"I'm not curious about the names of people I will never see again."

Benjamin turns away and clenches his fists. He tries real bad to stop making eye contact with this young man as much as he could, but he suddenly raises his hand and stretches it in Benjamin's direction to lift the older man's chin. His golden eyes scan every side of Benjamin's sides.

"Ah, is it your habit not to ask for the names of your customers?"

Benjamin shivers, dropping his jaw.

"What are you...?"

"Do you call every man you sleep with by the same name?"

"Stop!"

Benjamin pushes the man's body. It is not intentional. He is so frightened that his limbs are moving on their own. However, the man doesn't even budge an inch. He grabs Benjamin's hand, and then asks,

"Is it worth it working at the hotel?"

"I don't think that's any of your business."

Benjamin, now pretends to be tired, becomes more alert and tries to slip away. The man fast to reach out, grabbing the older man's arm and pulling him ever tighter leaving only inches from his chest.

"I want to know."

"I don't want to tell you."

"How much do you make?"

"What...?"

"How much does someone who only cleans toilets make a month?"

The man laughs mockingly. Benjamin tries to shove him again.

Sure, he stands still. So does his hand on Benjamin's chin.

"Please, please get out of here..." Benjamin becomes desperate. Nervously pleading.

"Let's change the question then."

The man's voice changes. I mean, a while ago it sounds soft. Cute and soft enough to soothe a child. But now it suddenly turns sharp and cruel. Benjamin blinks, looking confused.

"How much do you want?"

"What...?"

"How much money do you want to let me hold this poor body?"

Benjamin's face turns blue at the blatant expression. What the hell is this man saying? Panic suddenly rushes over his whole body, so he frantically tries to push the man again.

"Why are you treating me like a prostitute?"

"I thought you were short of customers."

"Wait, there seems to be a misunderstanding."

But no matter what Benjamin says, the man doesn't seem willing to listen. Instead, he grabs his hand and drags him into the cubicle where the bedroom is. Anticipating what is about to come, Benjamin shouts even more frantic.

"No, wait! You found the wrong person! It's not me selling his body, it's the young man downstairs!"






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