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Renjun hated his job. Hated it. After four years toiling away on a degree in Fashion Marketing and loving every minute of it, he’d ended up here. Here being Starbucks.
Yeah, the job market wasn’t great. Every application he sent out? Rejected with the same bullshit auto-response: “Thanks for applying. We’ve decided to move forward with other applicants at this time.” Blah blah blah.
After graduation, Renjun learned quickly that the world was actually a cruel, cruel place.
He was too beautiful to suffer like this.
But instead, here he was, his part-time college job turned full-time. And it wasn’t always bad, he liked (most of) his coworkers. Liked watching Jaemin make people uncomfortable with his Kubrick smile when taking orders. Liked the endless free drinks and treats (not company policy).
What he didn’t like were the customers. In the wealthy neighborhood he worked in, he had to deal with a lot of spoiled teens, rude trophy wives, and curt business men. There’d be an occasional celebrity, masked up and hat tugged down to hide their eyes in a way that drew even more attention to themselves. Sometimes they were nice. Oftentimes they weren’t. In sum, he usually begged Jaemin to work front of house.
Thankfully Jaemin thought he was cute, so he never complained.
Everyone thought Renjun was cute. Even when he was scowling. But that was a double-edged sword. Nobody ever took him seriously.
Another boring Tuesday afternoon in August. Somehow the store was dead.
The door chimed when a customer walked in, Jaemin and Renjun called out their company mandated friendly greeting. Renjun’s gaze flitted carelessly to the new customer and he almost let out a laugh, he couldn’t help it. What weather was this guy dressing for? A weird combination of fuzzy sweater and open-toed sandals, a warm-looking bucket hat and shorts. Renjun squinted. All designer, every hastily put on grayscale item must have been worth a lot of money. He looked sleepy, eyes hidden behind thick framed black glasses.
Renjun would’ve guessed the guy was a celebrity with some rumpled disguise, except he was missing the giveaway black mask. So probably just another rich asshole.
He had nice calves though, smooth and well-shaped. Since when was Renjun a leg man? Nice lips, too…
God, I haven’t gotten laid in a while.
Renjun snapped himself out of it, stopped staring as the man, probably around his age, ordered from Jaemin.
He was cute. But he was shorter than he’d usually go for (a good reminder that he should text Jaehyun back).
And he stared too much.
After Renjun called out his iced americano, the guy took it with averted eyes and a soft “thank you.” He took a seat in an armchair by the window and made a call, his eyes didn’t leave Renjun. For almost two hours he watched, the afternoon rush came and went.
At first it was flattering. Again, the guy was cute.
Then it felt weird, made Renjun hot under the collar.
Eventually, Renjun had to put him out of his mind, swept up in steaming milk and rinsing blenders. There were too many customers and too many drinks to keep looking up and checking whether or not he had an audience. But if the hairs standing on the back of his neck were any indication, he did.
Once the rush ended, Renjun let out a quiet groan and buried his head in his hands. Only another thirty minutes to his break, then another few hours, and he was home free.
He heard Jaemin’s voice from the safety of his hands and looked up.
Bucket hat and glasses was ordering another drink, one of their seasonal frappucinos. He stood at the counter and watched Renjun make it. Renjun put in on the bar wordlessly, quickly turning around to avoid interacting with the guy when he heard him clear his throat.
“Excuse me?”
Renjun turned around. The guy gave a nervous smile, but was met with Renjun’s famous icy stare. He did not have it in him to deal with…whatever this was right now. He had half a shift to get through, it took a great deal of dissociating, and this guy had a staring problem.
“When is your break?”
There are things you should never ask your barista, and this is top of the list.
Renjun let the guy squirm in silence, before spitting out an annoyed, “Huh?”
“Your break?”
Renjun narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”
The other man reached under his bucket hat and tried to run a hand through his hair, pushing the fringe up off his forehead.
“Sorry. That’s probably weird. You must get that all the time.”
Well, Renjun couldn’t help but internally preen at the compliment, no matter the circumstance. Not wanting to give that away, he crossed his arms and raised a calculating eyebrow at the boy shifting his weight and playing with the straw of his drink.
“Why?”
“Well, you’re…you’re gorgeous. You know what you look like.” Now the boy couldn’t look him in the face.
Renjun waved his hand impatiently. “No, not why do I get that all the time. Why do you want to know when my break is?”
“Oh, right. Yeah. Well…” He looked at his drink for a few seconds.
“I have drinks to make, you’re wasting my time.”
That was a lie. There was no one in the shop, there were no drinks to make.
“Renjun,” the boy pouted, turning his wide eyes at him. “Can I just talk to you on your break for five minutes? I’ll explain everything, I’ll make it worth your while, scout’s honor.”
“I don’t–Wait, wait a second, why the fuck do you know my name?”
But he just stared at Renjun’s angry face confused, lifted his finger to point at Renjun’s chest.
Right. His name tag. Pinned to his apron. Of course. He put on another layer of disinterest and sharp-toothed irritation to mask his embarrassment. Hopefully his face wasn’t flushed, but he doubted it.
“Just because you read my nametag doesn’t mean you know me.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry” The boy fished out his phone. “What’s your banking info?”
Renjun looked around, but there was no one to lock eyes with, no one to turn to and be like “Are you hearing this?” Jaemin was on a ladder fixing the menu board.
“I’ll send you 100,000 won, just please, give me five minutes.”
“100,000 won!? I don’t even know your name!”
“Donghyuck. Lee Donghyuck. Please.”
He sounded desperate.
Now this was the way to worm into Renjun’s affections. Renjun liked desperation, thought it was a very attractive quality in men. Liked when they were desperate for him, though he’d never give that away.
And money. Another very attractive quality. He had bills to pay, bags to buy. Plus, the guy wasn’t that much taller than him, he probably wouldn’t be able to kidnap him...yeah, the risk of getting sex trafficked felt low.
“I don’t trust you…” Renjun said suspiciously. He squeezed his eyes closed, couldn’t believe he was doing this. He held his hand out, motioning Donghyuck to hand him his phone. “But I’m bored. Fine.”
The boy’s face lit up, a wide smile spread across his face and he swore he could see his eyes gleam behind his glasses.
Seconds after typing in his info and handing the phone back, he felt his pocket buzz.
100,000 won, just like that.
Huh.
“My break is in 30 minutes, you’re going to have to wait around.”
“Wow, thank you, okay!” Donghyuck hovered by the bar, a ball of excited, nervous energy. Too much.
Renjun sent him a pointed look, gaze flicking from Donghyuck to the bar and back. A little mean.
“Oh. Right, okay I’ll go sit down.”
—
“You get that this is really weird, right? This is creepy. Like, you’re being creepy.”
“I know, but it’s okay because I’m not actually creepy. And I don’t look creepy. You think I’m cute, otherwise you wouldn’t have sat down.”
Renjun figured Donghyuck made a good point.
He was super cute. Regardless, he was a total freak.
“So, what, you’re asking me to be your sugar baby? I don’t think you’re old enough.”
“No, not a sugar baby. Though I’m sure you’d be an amazing sugar baby. A findom.”
“Findom.” Renjun looked at the boy in front of him incredulously. He had thrown his apron on the counter, made himself some lemon water, and gracefully sunk into the armchair opposite Donghyuck to take his short break a few minutes ago. He had promised him five minutes, but he was starting to feel tricked. “And am I supposed to know what that is?”
“Look, Renjun, we all have our own…things, right? I’m sure you have something. I’m just into financial domination and being…being a pay pig.” Donghyuck waved his hand in explanation, heat rising to his cheeks. Trying to minimize the bomb he just dropped in Renjun’s lap, obviously embarrassed to admit the reason he’d approached a very overworked Starbucks barista. “Giving up my money to beautiful, gorgeous, angelic-looking men I know I’ll never get a real chance with and having them tell me I’m a piece of shit for it is the biggest turn on for me. It’s not really all that complex. I just want you to bleed my bank account dry and tell me I’m pathetic. That’s it.”
Renjun kept his eyes narrow and hostile as he listened to Donghyuck explain his sexual perversions to him, a complete stranger. In public.
“So this is like a BDSM thing.”
“Yeah, kinda.”
Another pregnant pause.
“A BDSM thing where you are my sub and I extort you for money on a regular basis? And that’s it?”
At this, Donghyuck let loose a warm laugh, head thrown back. “God, this is so embarrassing. Yes?”
His laughter was like sunshine, infectious. Renjun felt the muscles in his cheeks burn, wanting to join in. Donghyuck sighed, a happy, guilty thing, and took his bucket hat off to ruffle his hair. It was a mess. It was devastatingly endearing.
Renjun cleared his throat. “Why me? You don’t know me. At all. Why do you trust me?”
Donghyuck smiled, sheepish but sincere. “I don’t need to trust you. You’re, like, the epitome of my type. I don’t care what you do with the money or anything. Truly. I just want to, like, make you happy on my dime.”
Renjun sat in that, took a sip of his lemon water, and let what Donghyuck propositioned him with wash over him. Was it really that simple? He shook his hair out of his eyes, a bit prissy and fished his phone out of his pocket, putting it on the small table next to his chair.
“Prove it.”
Donghyuck tilted his head, puppy dog-like. Confusion swimming in his eyes, but tinged with something else, obviously eager to please, excited. He looked at Renjun as if he were some divine being walking amongst mortals, ready to place offerings at his feet.
Renjun pointed at his phone on the table.
“Do I need to say it twice? You have my bank details, don’t you? Prove it.”
At this, Donghyuck gulped, sat up straight and fixed his bad, slumping posture. He scrambled with his phone, almost dropping it as he tried to type in his passcode. Renjun scoffed and looked around, making sure no one was paying attention to the two of them.
His phone dinged, the screen lit up.
500,000 won had just been deposited into his bank account.
Renjun’s lips twisted into a smirk. Maybe it really was that simple.
A cute boy to worship him and pay his bills and all he had to do was, what, be a little mean to him?
This was going to be like taking candy from a baby.
—
Three months later, and Renjun still found the set up incredibly, almost impossibly, easy.
Donghyuck would transfer him varied amounts on his own volition throughout the week with increasingly pathetic and incriminating messages. Degrading himself, worshiping Renjun, claiming his unworthiness, begging Renjun to screenshot their conversations and hold them over his head as blackmail bait, as a means to extort even more out of him. Sometimes Renjun would text him, call him, demand he send money immediately or risk getting cut off for good. But that’s what Donghyuck liked, living in fear of Renjun’s rebuff.
It was kind of fucked, and Renjun loved it.
He would never ruin Donghyuck’s life like that, and Donghyuck trusted him, but it may or may not have unlocked a kink Renjun had no idea he had. A kind of power overtook him in these exchanges with Donghyuck that he’d never had before, certainly didn’t have still working at Starbucks as a barista. Thankfully, with Donghyuck’s offerings, he wouldn’t call it support because that’s not where his need to shower Renjun with money stemmed from, he was able to move down to part-time work again.
He’d send Donghyuck selfies, rub his face into what he couldn’t have, because that was another one of Donghyuck’s “things.” Sometimes skirting immodesty, a bare shoulder, a picture in bed. One time he found a scandalous little leather harness that must have melted Donghyuck’s brain because he sent 3,000,000 won thirty second after getting the picture. After that, he might have started leaning more into the whole black-leather-dom thing. He wanted to make Donghyuck happy.
Not that…not that he and Donghyuck were close or anything. Even if they talked on the phone for hours every day, ate meals together more than half the nights in a week. Ew, no.
Donghyuck would give Renjun anything he asked for, begged him to, as he said on their first encounter, bleed his bank account dry. But Renjun was too hesitant to demand that much, didn’t even know how much that would entail. Donghyuck was evasive about his passive income, didn’t ever hint to how much he raked in every month or why he was loaded.
Honestly, at first the exchanges were almost…innocent. Innocent as in, no overtly sexual charge to their conversations. Well, from Renjun. It was obvious that Donghyuck had hearts in his eyes everytime they facetimed, met up at an unassuming restaurant for Renjun to pig out on hot pot and Donghyuck to pick up the bill. But then, Renjun started finding himself slipping more and more into their…dynamic. Made Donghyuck send him compromising pictures, videos.
It was a lot of fun.
He kinda liked being a dom, a findom. And, honestly, he was pretty fucking good at it. Donghyuck told him so every single day. He was literally paying to stoke Renjun’s ego, it was glorious. His closet was slowly becoming more and more expensive, he had a different designer bag for every day of the week. His friends were furiously jealous of him, and he ate it up. Not a sugar baby, no, a mean findom with a cute pay pig on a short leash.
But right now, he was a bored findom.
Renjun had been lazing around all day, feeling a bit restless and a bit horny. He exited out of his Tiktok doomscroll to facetime Donghyuck.
One of their rules, they had a few, was that Donghyuck had to answer Renjun’s calls by the second ring. Or else.
But, of course, Donghyuck was a slut for punishment and usually answered on the third or fourth ring.
When Donghyuck picked up, he was in some office building hallway, out of breath. Hair messy, as always. The light of his phone reflecting off his chunky glasses, as always. He looked so dumb and nerdy in them. Renjun totally got off on it.
“Renjun! I’m sorry, I couldn’t pick up right away, I was in the middle of something.”
He raised a single, judgemental eyebrow.
“Something more important than me?”
“No, no, of course not,” Donghyuck stammered out. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
Renjun hummed, noncommittal, like he didn’t believe him.
“Donghyuck-ah, I’m going to start screen recording. Are you near a bathroom?”
A blush grew on the boy’s cheeks, he bit his lip and looked around quickly.
“Yeah, yeah, I am.” He said it quietly, a bit of fear shaking in his voice. Like a schoolboy being told he was being sent to the principal’s office, unsure if it was a good or a bad thing. If he was going to get a reward or a punishment.
Renjun watched with put-on disinterest as Donghyuck held the phone close as he made his way to the men’s bathroom.
“It’s empty,” Donghyuck said, whispering anyway, voice echoing off the tiles.
“Hmm, I can’t tell if you’re pleased or disappointed.” Condescension dripped off his tongue.
Donghyuck just gave a pitiful whine, lips pouted. “Renjun-ah, don’t make fun.”
“Shut up.” God, he was cute. “Lock yourself in one of the stalls, piggy.”
Renjun had to school his face something serious, trying not to show how endeared he was at the curse Donghyuck bit out, frantically locking himself into one of the small, graffiti-d stalls.
“You love that, don’t you? I could ruin your life if I wanted to, Donghyuck, don’t you forget. You’re lucky I’m so generous.” He examined his fingernails (freshly manicured, thanks to his human ATM). Played up the bitchy bully thing Donghyuck loved. “Unbutton your pants and take your dick out.”
This got Donghyuck breathing heavily, face dipping in and out of frame as he followed orders. The sound of his belt unbuckling (Renjun was surprised he was wearing a proper pair of pants today), the metallic pull of his zipper.
“Are you hard right now?” Renjun spat it out like he was horrified at the thought. As if that surprised him. In the comfort of his bed, he palmed his growing erection through his sweatpants. This was Donghyuck’s favorite part of their charade.
“Y-yeah, Renjun, I’m sorry.”
“Disgusting.” He said it with venom. “You’re disgusting.
Donghyuck keened. “I know, I know, fuck, I’m sorry. I’m disgusting.”
“Donghyuck-ah, you know what you have to do, don’t you? Or are you too stupid to put two and two together?”
His eyes were wide, a little wet. “No, I understand, I can do it. I can do it, Renjun, please don’t hang up.”
The screen went blank as Donghyuck exited to pull up his banking app. Renjun talked him through it.
“You know how much you should send me. Pervert.”
“Yes, yes anything, Renjun.”
“Do it fast. I can’t just sit around waiting for you to do one simple, basic thing. God, you’re useless.”
Right on cue, a notification bounced to the top of his screen, informing him that 1,000,000won had been deposited in his account. Perfect, that was halfway to this month’s rent.
“Aww, you’re a good little piggy, aren’t you?” Renjun cooed, shifting lower and snuggling into the pillows. He held the phone high above his face as Donghyuck reappeared on camera. “I guess you do have half a brain.”
“Yes, y-yes, Renjun, anything you want.” All that showed was Donghyuck’s eyes, a bit hazy and faraway. but he heard rustling of fabric in the background,
“Are you touching yourself, you freak?”
“Can I? Renjun, please, can I?” More desperate pleading.
Renjun scoffed again. “You already are, why are you asking me if you can?”
“Renjunnn, please.” He was so whiny. “Please, I’ll do anything.”
“I know, you’re obsessed with me.” Renjun smiled evilly. “Donghyuck-ah, did you forget that I’m screen recording right now? Hold up the phone so everyone can see you jerk off in the dirty bathroom. So desperate.”
Donghyuck held the phone up and away from his face, he was leaning against one of the grimy, beige walls, pants and boxers shoved down under his balls. With his free hand he was gripping his reddened erection. Even through the pixelated, blurry video Renjun could see how stiff and hard it was. His little pay pig always had a short fuse. He made small, wounded noises as he jacked himself furiously. His glasses were slipping down his nose, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“Keep going. I want to see you come.” Renjun snuck his hand down under his waistband, rubbed the tip of his dick between his fingers. Of course, Donghyuck had no idea what he was doing. He was a master at keeping his face cool and even. “If you don’t come in the next minute I’m going to share this video with everyone. Everyone will know what a disgusting, pathetic, freak you are Donghyuck. Is that what you want?”
“Donghyuck rubbed himself fasted, eyebrows knit in concentration, eyes barely open. “No! No, Renjun, please, please don’t. I’ll do anything you want. Please!”
Renjun rolled his eyes, performative, as he slowly jerked himself off in his pants. “You keep saying that, Donghyuck. God, you’re so boring. Do something interesting, at least. Degrade yourself, entertain me.”
“Please, Renjun, I’m disgusting, I know I’m disgusting. I know you think I’m pathetic. I am pathetic. I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve you. Please.” Donghyuck was rambling, words slurred and breathy.
“You have twenty seconds, Donghyuck, you better come quick.”
“I’m-I’m close Renjun, I promise.”
“Hurry up.”
Then, rambunctious voices, a group of guys, echoed through the bathroom. Renjun could hear them start pissing in the urinal on the other side of the door.
“Do it now, Donghyuck. Or else.” He muttered lowly, holding the phone closer to his face.
As if on command, Donghyuck spilled into his hand with a bit-back moan. It was a quiet thing, a wanton thing. He sputtered through it, come splattering onto the floor. He turned his camera off, must have lifted the phone to his ear.
“Renjun, I was good, I was good,” Donghyuck panted.
“Aw, good piggy.” Renjun choked back a moan as he continued to fist his dick. “Now order me dinner, I want thai food.”
And with that, he hung up and threw his phone on the bed beside him. In a few more strokes, one, two, three, his orgasm hit him, coming into his fist just like Donghyuck had moments prior in the bathroom. The image of him pumping his dick in the dirty stall, ready and eager to listen to every one of Renjun’s commands, ran circles in his brain as his orgasm mellowed out.
Fuck, he had gotten come all over his sweatpants.
He heaved a heavy sigh and lifted himself up off his nest of comfy pillows to wash his hands and change. When he came back to the bed he couldn’t help but let out a theatrical gasp.
He hadn’t hung up. Renjun quickly picked the phone up and held it to his ear.
“Wha-Hello? Donghyuck?”
There was silence on the other end, and then some rustling, some breathing. “Fuck hyung, did you just…jerk off?”
Renjun squeezed his eyes shut and wiped his (now clean) hand over his face.
“How could you even hear that?” He asked, accusatory.
“It wasn’t exactly quiet.” You know, when Donghyuck wasn’t in full subby pay pig mode, he was honestly kind of annoying.
“Whatever.” Renjun was mortified. Would this ruin his perfectly cultivated ice-queen-dom image in Donghyuck’s eyes? “Did you order me food?”
“Yes! Should be there in like twenty minutes.”
“This didn’t happen, Donghyuck, do you understand?”
There was a beat of silence.
“But what if I liked that it happened?”
Renjun groaned. “Goodbye, Donghyuck.” This time he made sure he actually hung up on him.
Once his dinner got delivered he snapped a photo of it and sent it to Donghyuck. He’d ordered him five different entrees. A good boy.
Maybe it was time to up the stakes…maybe next time he’d actually invite him over, or invite himself over…make Donghyuck jerk off in front of him. So close, just out of reach.
Renjun smiled to himself as he dug into his Tom Yum soup, yeah, now that was a good idea. He’d show Donghyuck just what kind of findom he could be.