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Seonghwa manoeuvres his mainly exposed body through the mass, tray with empty glasses close to toppling over as he avoids groping hands. The room glows a dark pink and Seonghwa prays to whatever's up above that his lanky legs and nicotine deprived shakiness won't send him crashing into the floor. He manages to locate San behind the bar and sets him as a new goal, trying his hardest to make it over there somewhat elegantly.

"You look on edge," San drapes a dishcloth over his nude shoulder as he takes the tray Seonghwa hands him. Seonghwa leans his elbows on the bar and rests his head in his hands with a sigh, ignoring the customers on the stools beside him. The lurkers, the ones that only spend money on drinks and keep their greedy eyes on the stage from their respective spots by the bar.

"These shorts are literally penetrating me right now." It's true, those little sweat shorts are the absolute best at crawling 4 inches into your asshole.

San grins, "it looks great on you."

Seonghwa fidgets with his lipring, he knows he looks great. In these shorts, waist and legs on display, he looks amazing, he knows that. His pink hair blends in with the environment and the shiny metal in his lip and eyebrow glimmer in the dim lighting. Though, he doesn't feel half as amazing as he looks. He sighs and rubs his eyes with his palms, "what time is it?"

"Last time I checked you were a grown man fully capable of reading a clock." Seonghwa removes his hands to send San a death glare before placing his head back in his palms. "It's a bit past 12."

"You think I could get away with a smoke break?"

"I'd say your chances are pretty slim."

He spins around, leaning his back against the bar and focussing on the stage, finding Yeosang in the middle of his set. Obvious boredom bleeding through his smile, trying to convince them he was having a good time, trying to convince himself. "Yeosang looks like he needs a smoke break," he mutters as he turns back to face San again.

"Just a few more hours," San's dishwater soaked hand pats him on the shoulder and he can't help but flinch away. San looks like he's about to say something else before his eyes trail away distractedly. "I think we've got a newbie."

He turns to follow San's gaze, finding a young man plastered to a wall close to the entrance, shaky eyes fleeting around the room. His black hair falls over his eyes and if it weren't for the fact that they do age checks by the door Seonghwa would've worried a minor had sneaked in. "Poor thing looks terrified."

"You should talk to him," San suggests.

"And say what?"

"This is your job, babe, you should know what to say."

"I can't talk to... that kind," he utters somewhat terrified. "I'll scare him off."

"I'm sure your legs will be more than enough of a reason for him to stay," Seonghwa can hear the smirk in San's voice. Seonghwa glances over his shoulder but San immediately grabs his jaw and makes him turn back, "He's looking at you."

Seonghwa believes San's words although he has no way of confirming for himself because by the time his attention is back on the stranger he is nervously looking the other way. "He looks like he has school in the morning. High school."

"You're exaggerating."

"Am I?" Seonghwa questions as he watches the man shrink in on himself when Seonghwa manages to catch him staring.

"Yes." San gives him a shove in the spine. How worrying is it that Seonghwa's back appreciates the feeling as it's the closest to a massage he's had in approximately ten years? "Go speak with him."

"I will do nothing of the sort."

"If you don't I'll tell the boss you steal cash from the register."

Seonghwa turns around with a gasp. "You would not!"

"I would, babe. And I will." He nods in the man's - boy's? - direction again. "Go and flirt with the poor son of a bitch. Play with your lip ring, I'm pretty sure he'll just hand you his wallet."

"You, Choi San, are the worst humanity has to offer."

"And I wear that badge proudly. Now, off you go. Rob him dry."

Seonghwa shoots him one more glare over his shoulder before moving to approach the man that's still pointedly looking in any other direction. It seems to take a while for him to notice Seonghwa's approaching, and by then it's too late to escape.

His eyes go even wider as his mouth hangs open the slightest bit. Close like this Seonghwa realises the man isn't even that much shorter than him, he just looks incredibly small. Doesn't seem like he'll be the one to start the conversation.

"You look nervous." Leave it to Seonghwa to point out the obvious. His eyes just cast downwards and Seonghwa can't actually see him blush because of the lighting but he knows that it's there. He knows San wants him to rob the dude for all he's worth, but Seonghwa can find nothing but pity within his heart. "Look, kid-"

"I'm 23." He mutters.

Seonghwa makes a face. "Uh, yeah. Alright. You seem a bit-"

"A lapdance." He blurts. "I want a lap dance. Do you? Do those, I mean. Do you do... lap dances?"

"Depends, can you look me in the eye while asking?" If the man can barely speak the words how will he ever live through the actual experience.

His eyes slowly but surely trail upwards, still somehow having the nerve to very obviously linger on some parts of Seonghwa's body. Their eyes meet and the man's pupils are damn near shaking, Seonghwa can tell he's trying to keep up a brave face. "Could I buy a lap dance from you, sir?"

"You don't have to call me that." But the shorter doesn't reply to this. Seonghwa eyes the cash he's just pulled out of the pocket of his hoodie, now hanging in the air between them. It's enough for five lap dances, at least. "Are you sure?"

He nods quickly. "Yes, very. In one of the private rooms. The one on one rooms. I can pay extra, however much you need-"

He stops rambling when Seonghwa puts a hand over his, stopping him from grabbing even more money. "You're offering plenty, don't worry."

"O-okay." He nods and quickly shoves it all back into his pocket, eyes still locked with Seonghwa's like he's scared Seonghwa will deny him if he dares to look away. "So..?"

Seonghwa looks him over once more and reminds himself this is not his job. It isn't his job to worry about motives and factors in customer's private lives. He takes the money and provides the service. There's nothing else to it. "Come with me."

He grabs onto the man's hand to drag him along because he's fairly certain otherwise he would've remained there frozen in place. He drags him through the thick black curtain that blocks a doorway in the back, leading to a row of dimly lit private rooms. All with heavy, velvet curtains from the ceiling to floor to block the insides from sight. It's not the most private place known to mankind but it's enough, the music plays almost as loudly as it does by the bar and stage, slightly muffled.

He takes the one all the way at the end of the row just because he always does, whenever it's available at least, it's become somewhat of a habit. The inside of the booths are small but pretty fancy, with mirrors as walls on both sides, and a small cushioned bench that follows the back wall of the room. Room is an overstatement, as you could squeeze in four people at best.

Seonghwa closes the curtain behind them and turns around to find him standing stiffly in the middle of the small space. Seonghwa can't stop the sigh that escapes him. "Are you sure about this? You're shaking like a leaf, sweetie."

"Yeah. Sorry I'm just nervous, it's my first time doing something like this."

"First time paying? Or in general?" Seonghwa's got the feeling he knows the answer. Which is slightly confusing because he's an objectively handsome guy. He has something endearing about him.

"It's hard..." he avoids Seonghwa's eyes again, it's as much of an admission as any. "It's difficult to find guys that... like guys..."

Which isn't untrue, because no one here really parades it around loudly. "There's more of them hiding in plain sight than you'd think."

"Yeah, like you said. Hiding. I'm not risking that. You hit on the wrong person and before you know it... plus I'm in a tough position, it's extra difficult for me. You understand, don't you?"

Seonghwa offers a sympathetic smile. Of course he understands. "I do. But you'll find someone eventually. Don't feel like you have to do this because you're at an age where everybody else is, it's okay to wait for somebody you really like." And he's done it, he's handing out advice, mingling himself in situations that truly are not his to worry about.

The shorter shakes his head. "I know I don't have to. I really wanna. I do... enough, to myself, alone. I want more, I need-" he trails off when he realises just how passionately he'd been speaking. "I'm ready."

And at the end of the day, Seonghwa is just gonna have to make his peace with that. He's no friend to these people, he's no therapist. "If you say so..."

"I know what I want, sir." He reassures again. "I might not be experienced but I know enough, I've seen plenty, tried plenty. I'm not just some dumb virgin, I can handle a lap dance."

Seonghwa eyes his trembling hands again, nearly entirely hidden within his sweater paws. "Alright." The usage of the word sir doesnt necessarily help him look any older or more confident. But Seonghwa doesn't bother complaining a second time.

He pushes his hood off, revealing his entire face, no longer hidden in shadows. His black hair is a nice length, shaped with some gel while the front strands fall over his eyes. His nose small, sloped in a way so perfect Seonghwa wonders whether it was surgically adjusted. His lips full, resting in a natural pout. Eyes big and expectant, but with a hint of mischief behind them of which Seonghwa really doesn't know what to think.

He isn't sure what expression must've taken over his face, but the man seems pleased enough. Offering back a small smile as he sits down on the cushioned bench. "My name is Hongjoong."

"You don't have to tell me that."

Hongjoong shrugs, leaning back against the mirror wall behind him, spreading his legs a little. "Just wanted to."

Seonghwa's got on a pair of what he can only describe as booty shorts, above it a tight, pink top. He's got a bit of a pink thing going on, the people love it. The thin fabric offers a clear view of the metal bars pierced through his nipples, and Hongjoong seems positively entranced by them. Just like he has been with the rest of his jewellery. The eyebrow piercing seems to be well received but it's especially his silver snakebites that Hongjoong can't seem to take his eyes off of.

For some reason he feels hesitant to start, something about the small man feels off putting. At the same time he feels oddly drawn to him, fascinated by the near ethereal prettiness of his face. He looks like someone Seonghwa would've liked to get his hands on in a different setting, somebody he may have flirted with if he'd ran into him in a club or bar. Which more often than not isn't the case with this job.

Most of the men that Seonghwa gets paid to dance on are middle aged, an unpleasant aura. A pale circle around their ring finger where a wedding band had undoubtedly adorned it earlier that night before taken off. And in the somewhat uncommon case of them actually being his age, they have this condescending feeling about them. Like even though they're paying for Seonghwa's services, they're looking down on him.

He swallows down any further remarks and instead starts moving his body to the music in a way that comes as a second nature to him. He likes dancing. And maybe when he was younger this isn't exactly the career he'd planned to make out of it, but he can't complain. It still makes him feel good about himself, it makes him feel confident, as he watches Hongjoong's eyes draw to his hips, tongue darting out to wet his lips hungrily.

He turns around, swivelling his hips in a way he knows is more than worth what these men have to put down. Turned this way he can't gauge Hongjoong's reactions, but he's sure it's nothing but positive. He drags his palms over his own thighs, then his ass, rotating lower and lower until he feels himself graze Hongjoong's lap. He can hear the man's breath hitch, it feels rewarding. And he wonders if he's hallucinating at first, when he can already feel a familiar hardness pressing against one of his cheeks before he raises himself a bit higher again.

He tries to suppress a surprised smile at that. It wasn't all that surprising, when you really think about it. This is a very new experience for the younger, and not to sound too full of himself but Seonghwa is good at what he does. Still it catches him a bit off guard, to feel just how riled up the man has gotten at the slight attention.

He rotates his hips down once more, this time pressing down a little harder than last time, a little harder than he usually would. Just to feel the way Hongjoong's hips twitch at the contact, to hear the shuddering exhale he releases.

It's not just for the other man, he himself is revelling in this. Some might consider it surprising, given Seonghwa's line of work, but he's not all that sexually active. Hasn't been in a long time. And it's thrilling, having someone he's undeniably attracted to this close to his body. Having the man's arousal press into his backside. It's when he notices he's missed this, that electric feeling just before a hook up.

He distances himself again when he senses his train of thought has started derailing. This is not a hook up. He's providing a service. He needs to keep his mind on the right path before he jumps this man. It's almost funny, seeing how he'd spoken of him to San about 10 minutes ago. What can he say, Hongjoong has a weird charisma to him.

He turns back around and watches Hongjoong flex two tight fists right by his side, like he's fighting the urge to reach out and grab him. Seonghwa hates that he wants him to. He settles on the bench over Hongjoong's lap, knees pressed into the cushioned seat on either side of the man's hips. It's this that seems to make his resolve snap, hands reaching up a bit shyly, settling on Seonghwa's fluid hips.

Customers aren't allowed to touch. Seonghwa doesn't mention it. He grinds down on the man's lap again, still creating barely any friction, groins touching for barely half a second.

"I want you to fuck me."

Hongjoong mutters the words so suddenly and quietly Seonghwa thinks he's imagined them. He comes to a stuttering halt, breath caught as he stares down at the man's lustful eyes.

"Uhm-" he's still frozen in place. He chuckles then. "Hongjoong, I'm a stripper, not a prostitute."

"I'll pay real well, like really fucking well." Hongjoong tries again, desperation dripping from his words while his grip on Seonghwa's hips tightens.

"Again, I'm not a prostitute. And even if I was I wouldn't take your virginity for money."

Hongjoong's lips part, lost for a few seconds, though he doesn't seem deterred. "I want it to be you."

He blinks back. "You don't even know me."

"Do I need to?"

"This is a horrible idea and also, once again, I am not a prostitute."

Hongjoong pulls at his hips, causing him to fall into the man's lap, bodies pressed together. Seonghwa knows he can feel that he's hard too, and he knows he's gonna use it to his advantage. "You like the idea. I know you do."

"Hongjoong-" he cuts himself off when Hongjoong grinds his hips upwards, making Seonghwa hiss. "I- even if I wanted to, I'm not allowed to-"

"I'll give you ten million won." Hongjoong interrupts him.

Seonghwa freezes, he can't possibly have heard that right. There's no way this man just offered him ten million. Still he shakes his head. "Uhm- I- really I shouldn't-"

"Fifteen" Hongjoong interrupts him with another offer. And then again when Seonghwa just stares at him. "Twenty."

Seonghwa quickly scrambles out of his lap. "You're crazy." He starts laughing exasperated, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're insane. Where would you even get money like that?"

"Right here." Hongjoong fishes an envelope out of his pocket, opening it to reveal an amount of money that actually gives Seonghwa goosebumps. Hongjoong goes to pull some of the money from the paper but Seonghwa's hands quickly come down to cover his, stopping him.

"Are you mental?" Seonghwa asks with wide eyes. "Why would you carry so much cash in a neighbourhood like this!?" He keeps his voice hushed but urgent. "You need to put that away."

"You can have the whole thing." Hongjoong shoves the envelope into Seonghwa's hands without hesitation. "I have plenty."

Seonghwa holds the cash away from his body like it might explode any second. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Hongjoong shrugs shyly. "I just... I've been watching you for a while. I'll do anything."

Seonghwa frowns and takes a step back. "Watching me? I've never seen you here before?"

"I come by sometimes, have been for months. I'm very good at blending into the wall."

Seonghwa's lungs feel entirely stripped of oxygen. "You've been watching me for months?"

Hongjoong shifts in his seat, still rock hard. He nods frantically. "Yes. Not- not in a creepy way. Well, kinda... I'm sorry I was meaning to talk to you. But you- you're so... The first time I came here I was just looking for a lap dance, but then I saw you. And you were just... I didn't know how to approach you. You're so..." he can't seem to find the words. "Fuck- you're everything. You're everything, and I kept coming back with the promise to myself that I would speak to you but I... I don't know. You have no idea how badly I want you. You're the only thing I've been able to think about since the first time I saw you. Like I said, I'll do anything. Literally anything."

"Hongjoong, this..." Seonghwa has no idea how to process the information that was just handed to him. "This doesn't sound healthy."

"Because it isn't." Hongjoong agrees immediately. "I'm sick, I know I am. And if I've creeped you out you can slap me and walk away. I'll even let you keep the money."

"I..." Seonghwa hesitates. Because through all this his eyes keep drawing back to the way Hongjoong is squirming in his seat. Hard and desperate, needy. And so so pretty. And Seonghwa knows he should be creeped out, he really should be. And he would be, if it were anyone else sitting across from him. But something about the way Hongjoong admits he's obsessed with him sets Seonghwa's entire body alight with hunger. Hongjoong looks so needy, like he'd actually do anything, and Seonghwa hates to admit it's doing something to him.

Hongjoong slides off the seat onto his knees right before Seonghwa's feet. He puts in hands on his own thighs obediently, staring up with hopeful eyes. "Let me suck you off at least. Or let me- let me smell you, or see you. Anything is okay."

"Smell me?" Seonghwa chokes on the words. His resolve is crumbling, how could anybody ever deny this? How do you walk away from a pretty man sinking onto his knees and begging for you?

Hongjoong nods, softly pressing his nose against Seonghwa's undeniable boner. He presses his face into the hardness like a kitten wanting to be pet, eyes closed and hands still tense on his own thighs. "Use me. However you please."

"It's not appropriate..." Seonghwa tries again, legs becoming shaky when Hongjoong mouths at his dick through the fabric. He tries to keep his head straight. "It would be wrong for me to take advantage of this..."

"I want you to take advantage of me." Hongjoong replies breathily, softly grazing his teeth over the covered erection. "I wanna be your toy."

Seonghwa steadies himself with one hand against the mirror. He's running out of appropriate responses. His entire body is burning with the need to comply to Hongjoong's request and he fails to find another argument. "It's not... not..."

Hongjoong presses his face against him again, inhaling before a pointy tongue darts out to lick the skin right above the band of Seonghwa's shorts. "Your personal fuck toy. I'm all yours. Just let me taste you."

"Wh-where did all that shyness go?" Seonghwa stutters, hips bucking into Hongjoong's movements despite himself.

"It's because I can tell you want me." Hongjoong shrugs like it's no big deal. "Would you prefer me staying timid? I can be that."

Seonghwa watches Hongjoong uphold his perfect posture, perfectly still except for his hips twitching every so often. His face has backed away, just blinking up at Seonghwa obediently, like he's awaiting his next order.

"No, that's alright." Seonghwa's not sure why he's still entertaining this. "You can be yourself."

"Myself?" Hongjoong smiles innocently, while his hands finally leave his lap so his fingers can wrap around the band of Seonghwa's shorts. He pulls them down ever so slightly, not enough to expose anything. He never breaks eye contact, like he's waiting for Seonghwa to object. He doesn't remove his shorts the rest of the way, just sits and waits for Seonghwa to tell him no or shove him off. "Shouldn't you be pushing me away?"

Seonghwa nods dumbly, his dick aches with how hard it is. He can't think of anything clever to say, he can't think of anything to do except give into the temptation and risk losing his job. "I should."

"But you're not." Hongjoong bites his bottom lip, tugging the shorts down a little lower, enough to reveal Seonghwa's pelvis. "Is that a yes? Can I have a taste?"

"I... I guess a taste won't hurt anybody." Seonghwa nods slowly, his thoughts feel like legs dragging through 3 feet deep mud. There's something in Hongjoong's eyes that nobody would be able to say no to. And Seonghwa has to admit, he loves being worshipped, he loves being pleased, being the center of attention. He'd forgotten how much he loves it. He hasn't been with anybody in such a long time, Hongjoong's hands are the first to reach beneath his clothes in two years. And he has no idea how to say no, because it's the last word he wants to speak right now.

"Just a taste." Hongjoong's pouting a little, nodding playfully. And his eyes finally leave Seonghwa's when he's pulled the shorts down far enough to reveal Seonghwa's throbbing length. Hongjoong looks hungry, like he's dying for it. Like he craves it like others crave oxygen.

He leans in, and darts his tongue out to lap at the tip before swirling around it once. He wraps his lips around just the head, sucking softly before pulling back. He closes his eyes, smacks his lips. As if he's really savouring the flavour. Like it's a drug. Seonghwa feels like he might pass out. He feels like he's been floating somewhere on the edge of consciousness ever since Hongjoong sank down onto his knees.

"Do you... do you like it?" He finds himself asking.

Hongjoong giggles softly at that, like the question is silly, but cute. He just leans in again to steal the new drop of precum that has appeared, licking his own lips when he pulls back. "It's perfect." Hongjoong nods contently. Seonghwa must admit that it's a little confusing. Whilst the flattery is getting to him, he doesn't really understand what about him Hongjoong could possibly enjoy so much.

"Yeah?" He inches his hips forward, wordlessly trying to invite Hongjoong back. Fuck his job, he will get this orgasm.

Hongjoong shoots him a grateful look when he realises he's been invited back for more. He wraps his lips around the tip again, sucking like he's trying to get milk out of a bottle, like he wants to drink Seonghwa whole. Then he inches forward, and more, and more. Until the tip of his angelic nose is pressed tightly against Seonghwa's pelvis, and he can swallow around his length.

Seonghwa's knees almost give out, especially so when Hongjoong reopens his eyes to meet his gaze again. "I thought you were a virgin?" Seonghwa chokes out, nails scratching down the wall he's using to steady himself. "How are you doing that?"

Hongjoong finally pulls back at that, lapping at the tip once more before smiling. "I practiced, with some toys. I practiced a lot, even more after I first saw you. To prepare for you."

"You're sick." Seonghwa nods to remind himself of this fact, it'd almost slipped his mind.

"Call it what you want." Hongjoong shrugs before kissing down the shaft at a few different spots. "But I'm happy, and you're satisfied. If you consider that sick, then sure."

Seonghwa doesn't know what he's supposed to respond to that, especially so when Hongjoong's mouth envelops him again. His hand is reaching down to Hongjoong's hair before he can stop himself, and the shorter man moans loudly in response. He pulls back to drag his tongue down the shaft, over his balls, before taking one into his mouth. He hums contently, smiling as his mouth explores Seonghwa's body.

"Can you step on me?" He mumbles the request against Seonghwa's skin.

He frowns, "what?"

"Here." Hongjoong wraps a hand around Seonghwa's left ankle, pulling his foot closer to his lap until the sole of Seonghwa's sneaker is pressed tightly against his erection. It's not a rough shoe, some kind of fake converse, white and low enough to leave his ankles exposed. He always wears them to work, they're easy to walk in but not distracting. "It's okay," he whimpers when he lets go of Seonghwa's leg. "You can add pressure."

Seonghwa tentatively puts more weight on his left leg, pressing his sneaker more harshly into Hongjoong's dick, which is very noticeable even through his jeans. "Like this?"

"Ngh- yes, yes. Like that." Hongjoong nods quickly, whining when he rocks his hips against the shoe. He leans back a little, perfect posture now wavering. His eyebrows pull together into a frown and it takes him a few seconds before he's able to open his eyes again. His mouth falls open on another moan when his eyes meet Seonghwa's, hips stuttering pathetically. "Thank you, sir."

"I told you you don't have to call me that." Seonghwa mutters shyly, eyes glued to Hongjoong's every movement.

"And what if I want to? May I?" Seonghwa can't find the words to respond to that so Hongjoong just speaks up again. "More, you- you can press harder."

So he does, and he reaches out a hand to slide his thumb between Hongjoong's lips, the open mouth just too inviting to ignore. He presses the pad of his finger down onto his tongue and Hongjoong whines before closing his lips around the digit. His hands are resting on the floor behind him to keep himself steady while he fucks his hips up against Seonghwa.

He sucks on the finger like he'd done with his dick and he's moaning obscenely as he does it. This whole thing might just kill Seonghwa. He presses his thumb down into his tongue again and Hongjoong gags a little before leaning his head back to pull away. "Can I come?" He begs suddenly.

Seonghwa's eyes widen slightly, "already?"

At this Hongjoong does blush, suddenly looking a lot more shy again. He nods carefully but his hips never stop. "Yeah-ngh... fuck. Already."

Seonghwa figures that probably shouldn't surprise him. "Didn't you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh that's okay, I can go again. It doesn't bother me." Hongjoong smiles a little proudly. "I can go like four times."

"Oh-" Seonghwa chokes on nothing but air.

"But?" Hongjoong sounds like he could cry any second, his hips have no rhythm left to them. Just kicking up against Seonghwa's shoe hard and uneven. His voice is tense when he speaks. "Please? Please can I?"

"I don't know." Seonghwa shrugs, getting a sudden urge to tease the man. "Do you think you deserve it?"

Hongjoong tears up a little when he doesn't get an immediate yes, but his moans get louder. "I think so. I'll be good, I'll prove how good I can be. If you just let me... please."

"Hmm..." Seonghwa pretends to think about it for another few seconds. Hongjoong looks like he's clinging on for dear life trying not to fall over the edge, but for some reason his hips still won't slow down. His entire body starts trembling more and more, fists tense where they press against the ground. His moans sound strained now, almost like he's in pain. Seonghwa reaches out to wipe one singular tear away with his thumb. "Go ahead."

With the permission given it takes Hongjoong less than a second to give in with a loud moan that sounds like it came from deep within his chest. "Thank you thank you thank you-" he rambles and reaches out one hand to wrap around Seonghwa's ankle to force him to add more pressure. Hongjoong's hips stutter upwards pitifully when he finishes in his jeans, body sagging forward so he can bury his face in Seonghwa's thigh as a way to muffle some of his noises. The sight gets enough precum out of Seonghwa for a few small drops to fall and land on Hongjoong's cheek, who's still buried in his thigh right beneath his dick. Seonghwa watches Hongjoong realise what the liquid on his cheek is, and watches his eyes roll back in response while the last of his release seeps into his underwear.

His body goes almost entirely limp when he's done, panting heavily against Seonghwa's leg. He kisses the skin of his thigh. "Thank you. Thank you so much. For letting me be here."

Seonghwa's hand comes down to cup Hongjoong's cheek and the man presses into it like a cat wanting to be pet. "It's okay."

"You're so kind." Hongjoong smiles, kissing the palm of Seonghwa's hand before placing his cheek back in it. "You're so perfect."

Seonghwa swallows thickly, Hongjoong speaks with such devotion, such an intense admiration. It reminds Seonghwa that he's definitely not doing the right thing. This is a stranger, a stranger who has a very unhealthy obsession with him. He should not be going along with this. Then again, what's wrong with a little crush? Yeah, it's just a little crush, nothing to be worried about.

He gets pulled from his thoughts by Hongjoong pressing open mouthed kisses to his balls. His eyes are lidded, still in that post orgasm haze. Then he's lazily sucking on the tip, dragging his tongue all over the most sensitive part of Seonghwa, all his attention on the head. He pulls back with a dopey smile, "your dick is so nice and heavy on my tongue, just like I imagined it."

Just a little crush, Seonghwa repeats in his head. Nothing to be concerned about.

Hongjoong doesn't suck dick like it's a task, more so like it's a game, something nice to keep his tongue busy. There's no rhyme or reason to it, he just seems to be having fun. And for some reason it feels really fucking good. Hongjoong's eyes are still a little distant when he pulls back, lips shiny with precum. He wipes the residue away with the back of his hand, just to then lick that up with a giggle.

"Will you fuck me now?" He asks sweetly, pressing another quick kiss to Seonghwa's tip, and when he pulls back there's a sinful string connecting the two of them.

"I don't have any condoms."

"I washed myself." Hongjoong replies quickly. "And I'm a virgin, no deceases."

Seonghwa definitely shouldn't just take his word on that. He probably will though. "And what about me? I'm clean, but how can you trust that."

"I believe you." Hongjoong shrugs. "You wouldn't lie to me."

Nothing concerning about that assumption. The man just has an innocent crush. Seonghwa's trying really hard to convince himself so he doesn't have to feel bad about going through with this. He knows he's being delusional.

"And what about lube?"

"I'm already prepped." Hongjoong's smile turns a bit less innocent then.

Seonghwa clears his throat. "I thought you weren't planning to talk to me tonight?"

"I wasn't. But I always prep myself when I come here, when I come watch you. Not even because I expect anything to happen, it just really..." Hongjoong starts blushing again, finally breaking eye contact. "It really turns me on. I like the process of getting ready for you, even if you were never actually gonna use me."

"Use you...?" Seonghwa hesitates. "Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"No, no I didn't mean in a bad way. I like the idea of you using me to get off. I wasn't trying to accuse you of anything."

Seonghwa nods very slowly. "Okay... uhm, Hongjoong-"

"Do you wanna see?" Hongjoong interrupts.

"See what?"

"The plug I'm wearing to keep me open and ready for you?"

Well, he's far beyond the point of no return now anyways. "Fuck-" he feels breathless. "Yeah, yeah show me."

Hongjoong finally gets back up and Seonghwa knows his knees must be killing him right now. He pulls the oversized hoodie over his head, revealing the torso underneath. Seonghwa's not entirely sure what he was expecting but it hadn't been this. He's made of soft, tan skin, a waist that dips in beautifully, in a way that accentuates his hips even more. It's a more... feminine build, than he'd expected. He's not sure if feminine is the right word. He's not muscular, but slim.

"Why would you hide all this?" Seonghwa breathes out, eyes glued to nipples that are basically begging to be played with.

"Not everyone has to see." Hongjoong shrugs, hands coming up over his chest a little awkwardly. "It's just for you. I don't want anybody else to see."

Seonghwa's face must not hide his feelings very well because Hongjoong immediately sighs.

"I'm not some psycho, okay? I'm just a man with a crush, and some kinda weird kinks. I'm not a crazy stalker, I don't follow you home and look through your windows or anything. I just liked coming here, to see you work, to admire you. It might not be the healthiest thing ever but I'm not crazy, okay. Maybe I'm a little obsessed, but I'm not crazy."

"Were you ever gonna talk to me? You know, if I hadn't approached you today."

"I..." Hongjoong swallows, avoiding Seonghwa's eyes. "I was planning to. I've been planning to. I was working up the courage."

"How often do you come to watch me?"

Hongjoong's still not looking at him. "Once every two weeks. Every other Friday. My life is... kinda messy. It's like a reward, for me. Like a routine, to get all ready for you, and then I come here, and I watch you, and then I... I'd touch myself when I got home. Every other Friday. It gives me something to look forward to, twice a month. Twice a month I get to be myself. I know I'm a little weird, and it's a bit inappropriate. And I'm probably too obsessed with somebody I don't know. But at least I can acknowledge that, which means I haven't fully lost it."

Hongjoong looked so sincere telling the story, Seonghwa can't find it within himself to be scared of him. He has so many questions he still wants to ask. "Hongjoong..."

"Can we stop talking, please?" Hongjoong interrupts and starts unbuttoning his jeans. "I don't wanna do this right now, I just wanna show you."

Seonghwa just nods, he also kinda just wants Hongjoong to show him. "...Okay."

Hongjoong shimmies down his jeans to reveal the pink, lace panties that are currently fighting for their life trying to contain Hongjoong's erection. "I bought these because I thought you might like them." Hongjoong smiles sweetly when he steps out of his pants, leaving him in only his white socks and the underwear. "I assumed pink was your favourite. Do you think they're pretty?"

Seonghwa isn't even thrown off by that statement anymore. He just nods and reaches out a hand to curl one finger under the lace that's stretching around Hongjoong's hips. "Very pretty. They look very pretty on you. They look expensive."

"I told you money's not a problem for me." Hongjoong reminds him, and Seonghwa decides not to question that any further. He turns around to lean his hands against the wall, sticking his ass out for Seonghwa. Which is once again way fuller than his jeans had made it seem. Seonghwa spends a few seconds mesmerised by the way the lace digs into the flesh of Hongjoong's ass. "Go on, look underneath."

So he does, tentatively he wraps his fingers around the fabric, pulling it down and leaving it around his thighs. He uses one hand to cup his right cheek, pulling it aside a bit to reveal the pink plug buried in Hongjoong. The groan that leaves him at the sight is entirely involuntary. "Fuck..." he presses his thumb against the base and Hongjoong's entire body jolts with a loud whine.

"Do you like it?" He sounds breathless, glancing over his shoulder to gauge Seonghwa's reaction.

"I do." Seonghwa nods quickly, thumbing at the toy again. "Did you pick this one out for me too?"

"Yeah. I saw it and I just had to have it, all I could think of was whether you'd like it or not. I'm so happy you do."

Seonghwa will never admit out loud how much it turns him on that Hongjoong picked this all out with his reaction in mind. Maybe Hongjoong isn't the sick one, maybe it's Seonghwa. The idea of Hongjoong picking out these things to please him, the mental image of him getting himself ready just to come watch Seonghwa. Fuck, it spreads a hunger through all his nerve endings.

"Do you always wear a plug when you come watch me?"

Hongjoong nods, whimpering every time Seonghwa's thumb nudges against it. "Not the first few times, but every time after that."

"Have you ever finished while watching me? Here?"

He can see Hongjoong's blush all the way on the back of his ears and neck, he's still for a few seconds before shaking his head. "No."

Seonghwa smiles, pressing harder against the base of the toy and Hongjoong's knees almost give out. "You're lying to me."

"I..." Hongjoong keeps his eyes on the wall in front of him, Seonghwa's sad that back wall isn't another mirror, like the ones on either side of them, so he could watch his expressions. "Once. Just once."

"What happened?"

"I was sitting, in one of those booths up against the wall. You were wearing this outfit, fully black. It was... it was this really short skirt, and some see through top."

Seonghwa smiles, kneading Hongjoong's left cheek within his hand, loving the way it fills up his palm. "And then?"

"Usually I can control myself pretty well. I come here, I watch, and then I go home to do my thing. But you were just... I don't know what happened. But before I knew it I found myself moving against the seat, just a little bit. I was wearing a bigger plug than usual, it was... it pressed against all the right spots. I was just moving a little bit, it wasn't supposed to be anything. But you walked by, and you dropped something, and you bent over, and I could look right under your skirt. And it just... it just happened. Just once. I was the only one in that booth but I think a guy in the booth next to it may have noticed."

Seonghwa's pretty sure he's never been this turned on in his entire life, he feels dizzy. "Did you leave?"

Hongjoong hesitates before shaking his head again. "No."

"You continued to sit there in your soiled panties, watching me?"

"Yes, I did."

"For how long?" Seonghwa gently removes the plug, lube dripping out as soon as it's gone. He presses two fingers inside instead and Hongjoong whines desperately while he searches for the words to respond.

"Two more hours." He admits shamefully.

"And when you got home?"

"I touched myself twice more." Hongjoong whispers.

"You are disgusting." Seonghwa scoffs and Hongjoong just nods. "Absolutely filthy."

"I am."

Hongjoong startles when he feels Seonghwa's cock slide between his cheeks, everything now slick with lube. He holds his breath when the tip presses up against his entrance.

"Are you sure about this?" Seonghwa has to ask again, has to make sure. Especially so because Hongjoong's entire body locked up in anticipation. "I know you've done things, and you may feel like you want this this way. But it's not too late to back out, if you're having doubts."

Hongjoong quickly shakes his head. "I want this. I really do. I know this is an unusual way to lose your virginity, and many people wouldn't consider it ideal. But this is what I want, I'm certain. I’m not some pure thing you need to protect, trust me."

"I just don't want this to be something you'll regret for years to come."

Hongjoong arches his hips back against Seonghwa's cock, trying to get him closer. "Just fuck me. Please. I just want you. I need it to be you. I'll leave you alone afterwards, I won't even come watch you anymore. But I need you now."

Seonghwa presses inside, just a little bit, enough to feel Hongjoong's rim stretching around his tip. "I never said you'd have to leave me alone."

Hongjoong ignores that and thrusts his hips back against Seonghwa, forcing him to slide in the entire way and Seonghwa gasps at the feeling. It's been a very long time since he's felt someone around his dick, and it's more overwhelming than he'd expected it to be. "Oh- fuck." He groans and digs his fingers harshly into Hongjoong's hips, holding him still so he can catch his breath for a second. "Fuck, you're tight."

"That's surprising." Hongjoong moans back breathily. "There's been a lot up there."

"It's just been a while for me. It's a little overwhelming."

"Yeah..." Hongjoong nods, and he's still trembling. "I understand."

Seonghwa pulls back to grind back in, burying himself as deep as he can. "You feel good, like you were made for me."

“Yes, yes- ah! Only for you, I’m all yours.”

“Yes you are.” The roll of his hips is slow and focussed, trying to get every inch of himself inside of Hongjoong. He admires the lines of Hongjoong’s body, trailing a hand down his side. The shorter man is bringing out a side of him he’d nearly forgotten existed. “My toy, right?”

"Oh, hold on-" Hongjoong gasps when Seonghwa grinds inside him again, reaching one hand behind himself to try and grab onto Seonghwa. "Wait, wait, I'm gonna-"

But the words don't properly register in Seonghwa's brain. He's thrusting in again when he finally responds. "What's wrong?"

But he's too late, Hongjoong's knees are already bucking as he comes a second time. "Oh my- fuck..." Hongjoong moans way too loudly, hands clawing at the wall while he's trying to keep himself upright. Coming untouched and dirtying up the small bench he's bent over. "M'sorry... shit, sorry, sorry." Hongjoong's clenching and writhing against him and Seonghwa almost follows, teetering on the edge and clenching his jaw as he tries to keep himself together.

He's the only reason Hongjoong hasn't crumbled onto the floor yet, keeping him standing with the hands on his waist. Hongjoong's shaking even worse than before by the time he's done, panting heavily with his head hung.

"Again?" Seonghwa breathes in shock. "Already?"

"I told you to wait." Hongjoong reminds him. "Sorry, I didn't wanna do that without asking. It just happened. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, you don't have to ask me for permission. I just wasn't expecting it."

"Yeah, me neither." Hongjoong steadies his breathing, trying to pull himself together and fix his posture again. "Caught me by surprise. It's just you. You do something to me, and you'd been playing with that plug, working me up. It just... it just happened."

"It's okay." Seonghwa shakes his head and moves to pull out.

"Hey, hold on, who said we were done?" Hongjoong frowns over his shoulder, making Seonghwa freeze in place. "Just keep going, I told you I don't mind. You can keep going."

"Are you sure?"

"How many times are you gonna ask me that? Please just keep going. I need it, I need you. Please just fuck me, use me until you're done. It's okay. I’m not done until I have your cum dripping out of me.” He whines the last few words.

He's not very proud of how easily he gives into that. "Shit, okay, yeah."

He thrusts in with more passion then, more vigour. His hips slam against Hongjoong's ass with enough force to make him stumble a little. His entirely body feels tingly. There's so much going on, so much to see and to hear and to feel. And it's all so perfect. He wasn't lying when he said Hongjoong feels like he was made for him. And so he fucks him like it's the only thing left to do in this world, and every time their bodies meet Hongjoong makes a sound that rests somewhere in between a cry and a moan.

He watches Hongjoong struggle for something to steady himself against, sweaty fingers slipping against the smooth wall. Every sound that escapes him is so desperate and dirty and the concern of somebody hearing them is shoved so far to the back of Seonghwa’s mind he can’t even pretend to care anymore. Hongjoong’s hands slip again, and there’s something rewarding about watching him struggle this way.

"I can't do this." Hongjoong begs, his thighs and knees trembling with exertion. "Please don't stop but I can't- I can't stand like this, I'm sorry. It's too much."

Seonghwa pulls out swiftly, and Hongjoong whines at the loss. He topples over the second Seonghwa's hands leave his waist, luckily he has the bench below them to catch him, he turns around in his seat immediately, staring up at Seonghwa. Thighs still held together with the underwear around them, covered entirely in a thin sheen of sweat, hair dishevelled and eyes teary. His whole body is flushed and he's gnawing on his lip as he watches Seonghwa move back. He looks wrecked, and so desperate. Like this is where he wants to be forever, like he'd spent every last second of his life here letting Seonghwa get off on him.

He reaches out a hand to wrap around Seonghwa's dick, unable to not touch him for more than a second. "I want your cum." He's begging, eyes filled with stars and lust while he stares at the way his hand is slickly working Seonghwa's cock. "I need it. I need you. Sorry, my legs just, my whole body feels weak."

"Stop apologising." He peels Hongjoong's hand away from him and the man starts pouting immediately. "And stop pouting."

Hongjoong nods quickly, taking his lip between his teeth again. Those lips, those thick, sinful lips. A part of him just wants to slide back into Hongjoong's mouth and forget about the sex. But instead he takes a hold of Hongjoong's arm, gripping him tightly to pull him upright again. And before Hongjoong can think of anything to say or do the panties are ripped off, the sound of fabric snapping before they’re thrown to the floor. He doesn’t seem to mind, and then he's being lifted up. He wraps his legs around Seonghwa's waist in a reflex and his back collides harshly with one of the cold mirrors.

"If you're too weak to stand we'll do it this way." Seonghwa mutters, feeling Hongjoong's leaking cock press against his stomach. He's not sure how he manages exactly, but somehow he slides back in, Hongjoong's thighs squeezing around him.

"Fuck-" Hongjoong throws his head back, accidentally hitting it against the mirror.

"Happy now?" Seonghwa grits out, it's a bit more taxing, this position. Carrying Hongjoong with everything else that's going on, while in all honesty he too feels a bit weak in the knees. He's lucky that Hongjoong doesn't really weigh much of anything with his height.

"Yes. Yes, yes." Hongjoong nods quickly, arms wrapped around Seonghwa's neck to keep him close. With Hongjoong's back pressed against the mirror, their torsos glued together, his thighs trembling around Seonghwa's waist. Seonghwa's never wanted anybody more desperately. “Fuck you’re so much better than the toys. Even the ones that are supposed to feel realistic, it’s nothing- nothing compared to the real thing. Fuck you feel so- ngh- so fucking good inside of me.

Hongjoong's spine slams into the glass with every rough thrust, and their grip on each other is slippery with sweat. His head is still leaning back against the mirror, jaw slack and brows drawn together as he stares down at Seonghwa.

"Ah- fuck it's so good." Hongjoong rambles with whiny moans between every other word. His nails dig into Seonghwa's shoulders and leave red scratches all over the skin. "So good. You're so good, so strong, so beautiful. Harder- fuck me harder. Please, please, please-"

"You need to quiet down." Seonghwa grits out, burying his face in Hongjoong neck. His fingers are slipping on Hongjoong's thighs, and he can feel the man's precum smearing around his stomach. His last shred of sanity is trying to stop them from getting caught. "Be quiet."

"O-okay." Hongjoong stutters with a gasp. And Seonghwa can tell he's trying, with muffled moans and whines he tries to swallow back down. He's trying, but it's definitely not enough.

And somewhere through the haze Seonghwa finds himself wishing they had a bed and a private place. He realises he wants that for next time. He realises he wants Hongjoong again. He's still in the middle of this time and he's sure he needs to have him again. And again.

He also notices he's close, and Hongjoong seems to notice the same thing. "I want you to finish inside, I wanna feel it inside. I want your cum to be my lube when I touch myself again tonight. I want your babies in me."

The statement catches him so off guard it shoves him over the edge. His hips falter when he comes, harder than he has in a very long time. It seems to last forever, and he's not sure how he manages to keep standing through all of it. And for a second he’s sure he’s floating a few inches above the ground. "Hongjoong..." he chokes out through his final, weak thrusts. "Fuck, I want that too. I want you."

"You can have me whenever you want." Hongjoong whispers in his ear. "Whenever, wherever, however you want. I'm all yours. I belong to you."

He stumbles back when he's done, sitting back down on the soft bench with Hongjoong still wrapped around him, now in his lap. Hongjoong unwraps his legs so he can straddle him instead, allowing Seonghwa to pull out in the process.

Hongjoong cups his cheeks, smiling down at Seonghwa's distant eyes. "You alright?"

"I am so fucking alright." Seonghwa nods, somewhere through his shaky vision he notices that Hongjoong is still hard. "Oh, let me..."

Before Hongjoong can ask what he means Seonghwa's hand is wrapped around him, stroking at an unforgiving pace. "Ah!" He startles with wide eyes, hips immediately fucking up into Seonghwa's fist. "Th-thank you- I'm close, I'm so close."

Seonghwa watches him reach one hand behind himself and he doesn't realise what he's doing until it returns with two fingers now covered in Seonghwa's cum, which he can feel is still dripping out of the man. And before he can even process that, Hongjoong is sucking it off of his own fingers. "You're so fucking desperate for it..." he breathes out. The sight is almost enough to get him hard again.

"You have no fucking idea." Hongjoong moans, still fucking into Seonghwa's tight fist. "Please. Please, can I...?"

"Go ahead." Seonghwa nods. "Whatever you want, it's yours."

And just like that Hongjoong finishes for the third time that night. It's less loud and sudden this time. He's just whimpering softly, squirming in Seonghwa's lap. Still sucking on his fingers to make sure he's gotten every last drop of it. It looks like this third one is the one to finally satisfy him, like he's finally gotten all that he needs to.

Seonghwa continues stroking him until Hongjoong starts crying out in sensitivity. "Okay it's enough." He whines, pushing at Seonghwa's hand. "Enough."

Seonghwa strokes him a few more times before finally letting go, watching Hongjoong's body relax. He brings his hand to Hongjoong's mouth then, shoving in his own fingers now covered in the man's cum. "Go on." Seonghwa smirks, pressing the fingers past Hongjoong's lips forcefully. "Clean me up."

Hongjoong nods quickly with his lips around the fingers, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks Seonghwa's fingers clean. "Thank you." Hongjoong whimpers when the digits finally pull away from his mouth. "For everything."

"No, thank you." Seonghwa shakes his head, still panting as he leans back against the wall, he feels like he might never catch his breath. His hands are still gripping onto Hongjoong's waist like he'll never let him go again. "You are one sick individual."

"But you love it." Hongjoong smiles triumphantly, arms wrapping around Seonghwa's neck to pull him closer. "Don't you?"

"Yes." He admits quietly. "Apparently I really fucking do."

He doesn't notice how close their faces have gotten until Hongjoong's nose bumps into his own, and he can feel his breath fanning over his lips. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" Hongjoong whispers, and their lips brush softly when he talks.

"Probably shouldn't." Seonghwa tries, though he knows he'd never pull away. "That's... it sounds like a bad idea."

"All of this was a bad idea." Hongjoong shrugs, bottom lip catching on Seonghwa's top one when he speaks, smirking at the moan it pulls out of the taller. "What harm is one more?"

"Good point." Seonghwa nods before leaning in to close the small gap left between them, and Hongjoong's tongue dives into his mouth immediately. It's messy, and Hongjoong's tongue latches onto his own like it's never gonna leave.

He uses his grip on Hongjoong's waist to pull the man closer against himself and he's moaning into his mouth. Hongjoong pushes their hips together as if he's ready to go another round, he probably is. If Seonghwa's learned anything about him today it's that he's absolutely insatiable.

”I hope this isn’t also your first kiss.” Seonghwa mumbles when he pulls back for a second to catch his breath.

Hongjoong giggles sweetly. “It’s not, don’t worry. Why? Do I kiss like I’ve never done it before?”

”Not at all.” Seonghwa shakes his head before connecting their lips again, needing more.

He’s missed kissing too, he realises that now. The playfulness, the closeness. And he doesn’t plan to speak his next words until he suddenly does.

"Seonghwa." He whispers against his lips and Hongjoong pulls back with a frown.

"What?"

"My name." He's not sure why he's telling him this. "It's Seonghwa."

"Oh-" Hongjoong blinks in surprise, leaning back a little to look at him. "That's perfect. It fits you. I've always wondered, I've been thinking for months about what the perfect name for you would be but nothing felt quite right. Seonghwa is perfect."

"I'm not even surprised by that anymore." Seonghwa sighs with a laugh.

"I almost forgot." Hongjoong jumps onto the next topic, reaching around in his pile of clothes on the floor for something, hand coming back up with that same envelope in it. He tries to hand the whole thing over. "Take it."

"You're insane if you think I'm actually gonna charge you for this."

"It's only fair." He insists, trying to force the paper into Seonghwa's hands.

"Hongjoong..." he frowns a little taken aback. "I didn't just do all that for some fucking money, I don't want it."

"I want you to have it."

He wasn't going to ask, but he can't help himself. "Where did you get this? You're 23, why do you have so much money? This is like an old CEO amount of money."

Hongjoong hesitates, "something like that. It's more of a... chaebol amount of money."

Seonghwa freezes at that, gently removing Hongjoong from his lap. "You're lying. You're one of those fucking chaebol kids?"

"Kinda... yeah, basically. Yes, I am. My family is... powerful, I guess."

"Why didn't you say that!?"

"I didn't think it was very relevant to this situation?"

"I mean- it isn't, I guess." Seonghwa shakes his head, brushing his fingers through his hair. "It's not."

"Now do you see what I mean when I said it's extra difficult for me to go out there and find a boyfriend? I'm in a tricky situation, I can't stray away from the person they want me to be. I can't risk anybody knowing what I am."

"I still don't need your money, that's not why I went along with this."

"I know it's not. But I still want you to have this."

Seonghwa is about to decline again when he gets interrupted by a knock at the wall besides the curtain. He startles, immediately fixing his shorts and waiting for the curtain to be pulled to the side. Instead a familiar voice just calls out to him. It's Yeosang. "Seonghwa, hurry the fuck up."

"Yeosang?" He frowns, grabbing all of Hongjoong's clothes and shoving them into the man's lap, silently urging him to get dressed. Luckily enough Hongjoong does so immediately, almost tripping over his own feet with the speed in which he tries to get into his jeans. He shoves the ripped underwear and still lubed up plug into the pocket of his hoodie and Seonghwa cringes at the sight. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong!?" Yeosang still hasn't opened the curtain, voice hushed but angry. "You've been in here for ages. You're lucky there was some shit going on and the boss has been busy and distracted, but you need to get back out there now."

"Shit, yeah, I'll be there in a sec."

"Sorry." Hongjoong quickly apologises while he pulls the hood up to hide most of his face. He's still sweaty, and flushed, and looks a little out of it.

"It's okay, you just get outta here." Seonghwa grabs him by the arm to push him towards the curtain. Hongjoong gets up on his tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

"Bye bye."

Seonghwa doesn't have the brainpower to acknowledge that kiss and just nods. "Yeah, bye bye."

And then Hongjoong disappears through the thick curtain, and Seonghwa can hear him mutter some halfhearted apology to Yeosang before rushing away. It takes a few seconds for Yeosang to finally reveal himself, pulling the cloth aside to allow some more light into the cramped space. "What the fuck is wrong with you."

Seonghwa blushes a little, awkwardly clearing his throat. "I... I have no excuse."

"You are so lucky one of our dancers got sick and there's been a whole hassle, you would've been a dead man otherwise."

Seonghwa nods, glancing around the tight space, at the mess on the leather cushion. "I need to clean up in here."

"You think?" Yeosang rolls his eyes, handing him some paper towels. Seonghwa won't allow himself to feel embarrassed at the fact that Yeosang had come here prepared with cleaning supplies.

Seonghwa feels dizzy at the sudden shift in atmosphere, one second he'd been embracing Hongjoong and the next he's cleaning their cum off of the cushion while Yeosang scolds him. His legs still feel shaky, his lips still tingly. And he finds himself worrying about whether Hongjoong will ever come back here again. He assumes he probably will. They definitely just left things a little unfinished, and he hated the rushed goodbye. "I didn't plan for that to happen."

"No shit."

"Don't give me that attitude." Seonghwa sighs, bunching up the dirty tissues in his hand when he deems the space clean enough.

"Just get out there and make it seem like you haven't been busy fucking somebody. Just two more hours until we get off, we'll talk then."

He nods quickly. "Okay, how do I look?"

"I'm not gonna lie to you." Yeosang raises his brows. "Like you just got done fucking."

"Is it noticeable?"

"Only to people with functioning eyeballs."

"Great, okay." Seonghwa nods, trying to straighten out his hair, and adjusting his clothes once more in an attempt at looking normal before stepping out. "Wish me luck."

"Yeah, good luck."

Seonghwa quickly steps back out into the bar area, immediately catching sight of San behind the bar and rushing over. He settles down on one of the seats and San stands straight across him with an unimpressed glare. "I said rob him dry, not milk him dry."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Seonghwa plays dumb, the taste of his cum on Hongjoong's tongue still lingers.

San just shakes his head with a mixture of a chuckle and a sigh, leaning down to grab something. "He left this for you."

Seonghwa accepts the envelope San hands him. "No way..."

"I wonder what's in it?" San leans his elbows on the bar, peaking at the white paper.

"I know what's in it." Seonghwa sighs, feeling the cash weigh heavy in his hand.

"Look at the back."

Seonghwa glances at San in confusion before turning around the envelope, something now scribbled on the back. A phone number. For if you ever wanna meet somewhere more private. I'll be waiting for you. Forever yours, Hongjoong. Written under it.

"This little..." Seonghwa sucks his teeth with a roll of his eyes.

San tries to reach for the envelope but Seonghwa holds it out his reach. "What the hell happened?"

"I think I've got my very own stalker..." he sighs. "And I think I kinda fell for him."

San shoots him a weird look before shrugging. "Yeah, alright, that sounds like some shit you'd do."

Seonghwa can't pull his eyes away from the phone number. He's gonna call. He knows he's gonna call. He's probably gonna call the second he gets off work. And Hongjoong will definitely pick up, even though it's the middle of the night. And Seonghwa really loves the thought of that.