𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 • 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧

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San's body was jittering in excitement at the potential possibilities for tonight as he drove through the city after the party.

He longed to be touched by Yunho, to be held by Yunho, to be ruined by Yunho. Yunho was a powerful man at work and San suspected that power would translate into dominance in sex.

San was soon pulling up to a grand hotel deep in the heart of the city. A valet driver immediately approached the car as San slowed into the hotels enormous atrium entrance.

San wound down his window and flashed the key card Yunho had given him. The valet simply nodded, opened San's door and said "Right this way Mr. Choi" directing him to the glass hotel doors.

San was surprised that the valet knew his name even though he had never given it to him. San was also a little nervous to leave his car in the hands of a stranger but he suspected Yunho had everything under control.

After his brief hesitation San picked up the small box holding the collar, leaving the key in the ignition and got out of his car, walking into the hotel.

As soon as San stepped through the doors there was a strong smell of vanila, wine and dangerous affairs.

The floor was a marble of white and grey tiles that spiralled their way around a fountain to a reception desk which stood centre under a grand crystal chandelier, between two adjacent staircases, dressed in gold tinsel.

San approached the small, stone faced woman at the reception desk.

"Reservation for?" was the first thing she said, clearly this place was no walk in joint.

San quirked his eyebrows not sure whether he should say his own name or Yunho's so instead he gave her the key card.

The woman took the card, looked at it, eyebrows raised, and nodded in understanding.

"Ahh Mr. Choi?"

"Yes" San answered cautiously. How did everyone know his name??

"Right this way sir" she said standing up and walking him to an elevator. She uttered some words to the liftman at the elevator doors and then left.

San was soon travelling up in a quiet elevator, making eye contact with the liftman in his reflection on the lift wall.

San averted his gaze, choosing to look at the floor rather then at the liftman who was still staring at him.

San tightened his grip Yunho's gift to steady himself, his body was itching in anticipation as the ride stretched on forever.

The elevator doors eventually opened revealing a suite, which literally lit up and came to life before his very eyes. San obviously was the first to arrive.

A hesitant San was ushered to take a step forwards.

Once inside he looked back at the liftman who bowed and disappeared behind the closing of the golden lift doors, leaving San all alone.

The suite was huge and considering this was a hotel San was suprised with how well furnished and we'll decorated it was. It resembled more of a very high end apartment rather than the hotel room it was intended to be.

It most definitely cost a fortune. But San knew that Yunho could afford it 100 times over.

It was made up of two stories, the first floor held an open plan space consisting of a lounge, kitchen and dining room which were all separated by raises in the floor. As well as a neatly decorated white christmas tree.

A marble staircase led to second floor, which wrapped around the upper half of the suite, overlooking the lower floor, and it held the bedroom and bathroom.