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Oddly enough, Daniel felt more at ease being at Je Te Veux with strangers admiring his body than at dinner with all his clothes on. Meaningless to say, he was appeased to be away from the suffocation that was Jimin and his ignorance towards his situation.
Not to be misconstrued as Daniel wanting to be away from Jimin himself because as mentioned before Daniel had taken a liking to the smaller dancer. He was fun and fun was what Daniel needed. Underneath all the bills and responsibilities he was still a kid after all.
Trying not to rub his left eye that had been brutally poked by Hani’s mascara wand, Daniel meandered towards Jisung behind the busy bar. He slipped between the people waiting to have their order taken and lifted the bar deck, slipping in next to Minseok.
“Hey,” Minseok greeted. “Mind passing me that shaker?”
“No problem.”
Daniel had been interning with the bartenders for a few weeks now. When he wasn’t involved in group numbers or showcases he was back to sexy busboy duty which he found he didn’t mind. Daniel was loveable and he sure was loved by the club’s clientele seeming from the number of tips he came home with every night. He liked chatting it up with everyone and shooting the breeze with his fellow dancers. It was quite the contrast to his deli job. There were only 2 days where there was more than just him behind the counter and even then, the fossil of a grumpy old man never wanted to engage in conversation with Daniel.
“Daniel, can I get 4 bottles of Hite for this gentleman at the end, please.” Daniel followed Jisung’s polite manner hand and smiled at the older guy with salt and pepper hair.
“Coming right up!” He grabbed the necks of all 4 bottles at once and cheerily sat them on the bar deck before the man. “There you go.”
Salt and pepper hair’s gaze did not leave Daniel’s face as he fingered a bill from the breast pocket of his blazer and slid it across the countertop to him. Usually clients complimented or flirted with them, rarely were they silent like this fellow. Following suit, Daniel said nothing, taking the money and curtly bowing. This man had a vibe to him but Daniel could ignore it for a minute of easy money. It was hard to avoid the perverts in a place like this but at least they knew their boundaries and never tried anything with Daniel besides the occasional creepy smile.
Slipping the bill into his back pocket, because he was actually wearing pants that night, Daniel served himself an ice cold glass of water. He stayed out of the bartenders’ way and stuck to the corner where he could watch the ongoings of the club. In a vibrant burgundy suit was his boss, decked out in his Gucci shoes that made him taller. Daniel snickered to himself. Sungwoon was laying it on thick, wearing his most charming smile while the hand that wasn’t holding a champagne flute caressed the other guy’s forearm. Daniel shook his head at the interaction.
Jay surprised him then, emerging suddenly from within the crowd in his cheetah print shirt, evoking obvious sighs from a few of the ladies.
“You got a second?”
Daniel swallowed the tiny bit of ice cube he had left and nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
“Follow me.” Jay said, gesturing with a tilt of his head.
Daniel followed him up to the lounge outside the VIP rooms and briefly wondered when he would ever get the chance to go in.
“We’ve been doing some talking.” The we Daniel assumed was Jay and Taemin. “We think you’re ready for your first solo dance.”
Daniel sat back in his seat in mild surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Jay said cleanly. “Taemin said he watched the choreography you made with Sungwoon’s mini me and was impressed. I figure you’re getting a little tired of just serving drinks.”
“Just a little.” Daniel chuckled lightly.
Jay pressed his hands together resolutely. “Alright then. I’ll give you two weeks to throw something together. And by that, I mean a kickass debut performance. Pick a genre of music you want to be known for and make it your own. Any questions don’t come to me. Go to Taemin.”
An open invitation to seek out Taemin? Oh boy.
Daniel smiled wide and toothy and nodded. “I’ll get right on it then.”
And that he did. Choosing a genre that was coherent to his every day life and made him feel cool. Music that would not only impress but help him relieve stress. He started freestyling to different songs whenever he got the chance; between classes, during breaks, in the shower- all the time until he could get a feel for the atmosphere he wanted to create up on that stage.
Payday finally came around and Daniel was eager to get his hands on that check. Tip money was helping him float by but it had been almost 2 weeks since he sent his mom money and he was getting anxious. It was his first check since he started working at the club so Daniel’s expectations for the amount were high.
Daniel was instructed to pick up his check directly from Sungwoon’s office the following Friday so before heading to class, Daniel paid his eccentric employer a visit.
“Come in.”
The upscale black carpet with golden swirls was the first item to catch Daniel’s attention in the room. Then the large, curved wooden desk with intricate carved patterns and the high rise bookcase that was the exact length of the right wall. There was a miniature chandelier hanging just passed the top of Sungwoon’s desk. The room was pretty dim, matching the atmosphere of the club.
“Good morning.” Sungwoon’s head rose from the pile of paperwork and his expression transformed from one of concentration to one of indulgence.
“Oh, good morning.” He grinned and reached for his coffee. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Daniel stood there dumbly watching his boss as his boss watched him. “Uh. I was told to come to you to pick up my check.”
Comprehension shown in Sungwoon’s eyes and he nodded as he swallowed his coffee. He opened a drawer on the right side of his desk and pulled out a white envelope addressed with Daniel’s name. He held it out and Daniel reached for it with both hands.
“Open it. I want to make sure everything is correct before you leave.”
Daniel held himself back from tearing open the check like he really wanted to and in a composed fashion ripped the edges off of the check. Unfolding it, he located the amount and instantly his jaw fell open.
Daniel could have retired right then and there.
Not really but uh.
₩2,250,000
After seeing those numbers, Daniel was convinced Sungwoon had kept him in there not to make sure everything was right but to watch his face blow up in shock. Calculating the hours and the pay rate typed on the statement Daniel still could not understand how he’d accumulated so much money. What had he done to deserve such a pay out besides shake his ass a little bit and use his ridiculous bunny toothed smile to charm people?
“Is this… correct?” Daniel asked with a dry throat.
“I’m positive, yes.” Sungwoon had his hands intertwined and perched on his desk calmly.
This significant piece of paper didn’t even reflect all of Daniel’s earnings including his tip money. He understood how his old classmate had paid off his school loans so easily. Donghan, you sly bastard.
“This is a lot of money.” Daniel said and his voice was almost childlike.
Sungwoon rested his chin on his hands. “You’re getting a little more than the bartenders.” Daniel gasped. “Once you start doing your own thing, expect an increase.”
Daniel was dizzy. This couldn’t be legal. He remembered the entire spiel Jay and Taemin had given him regarding the legalities of the club but… it just couldn’t be real.
“You’re not part of the mafia or anything, are you?” He couldn’t help but blurt out.
Sungwoon laughed, surprised with his outburst. “No. Why would you think that?” Daniel shrugged and silently gestured at his check. “No mafia. Everything here is legal, Daniel. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t involve you in anything that could cause you physical harm.”
Daniel picked his gaze up from the floor and looked directly at his boss. From what it seemed, he was telling the truth.
“Alright… well. I’m going to school.” He said, safely tucking his fortune down to the bottom of his bag. “See you later… hyung.”
“I heard your first solo dance is next week.”
“Yeah, it is. Friday.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Sungwoon sat back in his desk chair with the tiniest smirk. “Don’t let me down.”
Suddenly the four walls surrounding them seemed to move closer, the chandelier dangling nearer to Daniel’s head bearing the weight of all the pressure he now felt just from those few words. If the boss was watching, Daniel had to commit to a sexier choreography, something fit to impress.
This time it was Daniel’s turn to assure that everything was under control.
“I won’t. You’ll be surprised.”
The night of Daniel’s solo performance arrived faster than anticipated. He entered the dressing room more excited than nervous. He came in early to have Hani spend a little extra time on his appearance. He had picked out his outfit by himself but the hair and makeup he left in the hands of his talented beautician.
Taemin had scheduled Daniel’s performance after Wonho’s turn, but before Kai’s act which was quite alright with Daniel because he’d seen Jongin’s dancing and it was 88 levels higher than Daniel’s own.
It was still early on in the evening but there was a buzz amongst the crowd. Daniel was accustomed to people anticipating his performances but that was during university stages. This was different. This was a new crowd; folks that he didn’t attend classes with, folks that paid to get in.
Jay personally graced the Je Te Veux stage to welcome and formally introduce Daniel to the Friday night audience. Fortunately, Jay cut out Daniel’s unfavorable “nickname” and left them simply with Daniel.
Daniel listened to the murmur of the audience quietly trying to decipher who this new dancer was. Jay gave him an encouraging silent head nod and exited stage right. ‘Jay I love you!’ broke through the silence as Daniel took light footsteps to center stage in his black ensemble and he held his chuckle. He inhaled deeply through his nose and centered himself; lips turning downwards, eyes going hard. He took his opening stance.
The almost soundless hum of The Weeknd’s song began as all the stage lights rotated to leave Daniel in a faded wash of light, only revealing a glimpse of his standing form. There were gasps from the women closest to the stage who recognized the not so newbie.
‘I’ma care for you…I’ma care for you you you...’
With the first hit of the crisp snare drum the lone spotlight turned gold illuminating Daniel’s entire form standing strong and tall. There was a collective intake of breath from the audience as they stared up at Daniel and identified the Fifty Shades of Grey theme.
‘You make it look like it's magic’
Daniel’s arms swayed to the orchestral composition, channeling his inner heartbreaker. Leaving the crowd in awe as his facial features pulled together to gaze passionately into the distance. He easily maneuvered his long limbs, taking a few exaggerated strides to be closer to the audience.
In comparison with the pop medley Wonho had just finished which had the crowd dancing along, Daniel had this crowd mesmerized, one step away from having them in the palm of his hand.
‘You're always worth it, and you deserve it, the way you work it’
Executing a perfect pirouette, Daniel felt the beads of sweat whipping off him as he spun. The haze of color he danced through mixed from golden to a burnt orange, almost sunset red, radiating intensity. His black button up that was strategically unbuttoned at the top and bottom only being held together by three buttons in the middle slowly revealed his chest as he popped his shoulders, and his perfect abs as he dipped his hips. He crouched down to the edge of the stage and stared across the audience, taking one moment to assess the sea of faces.
In the center of Daniel’s view, further towards the back of the floor, in a rounded booth all to himself was Sungwoon. At that moment, in a room full of watching eyes, Daniel could only see Sungwoon. As if he had a point to prove, as if he had a statement to make.
Letting the beat carry his body with every synchronized move, Daniel gave the tiniest of smirks. One would think it was aimed towards his boss but who was to say? He took a few steps away from the edge and swung himself into an effortless flip; carrying his weight with ease defined by his b-boy skills.
Daniel’s performance came to an end, folding down onto his knees in dramatic flair, holding a hand to his heaving chest. The roar of the audience sounded gradually in his ears as he surrendered his stage persona and returned to himself.
Everyone was pleased with Daniel’s performance, Daniel included. To receive a standing ovation from strangers was a new high for him.
“That was phenomenal.”
“Damn, boy. Where have you been hiding all this time?”
“If he’s going to be performing like that, put my act before his, please.”
Daniel smiled proudly, all his teeth on display with his eyes disappearing into slits. The amount of satisfaction coursing through his veins elevated when Taemin enveloped him in a hug, marvelously enthused with Daniel’s debut. Daniel was in heaven. The only person amongst the sea of recognizable and unrecognizable faces that Daniel didn’t see was Sungwoon. Typically, Daniel tried to stay out of his way, avoiding his advances but that evening he wanted to be praised by his boss. In some way it was more of a personal praise rather than professional. Man to man instead of employer to employee. Regardless, Daniel finished the night on a high. He was the man of the night and his pockets carried double the amount of cash home than usual.
The next rehearsal day found Daniel dressed in his new Adidas tracksuit courtesy to that bountiful first check. Should he have spent that much money on clothes? No but everyone knew the first check never fully made it to the bank.
“Bro, you killed it last night!” BM’s booming voice carried through the room in all English. Daniel was grateful for his above average skills in the language. The taller male pat Daniel’s butt lightheartedly.
“Where’s the rest of the crew?” Daniel wondered, adjusting his baseball cap.
“On a love mission.”
Cue the dressing room doors bursting open. Like a wild pack of wolves, the remaining dancers approached, surrounding Wonho as the man tried to maneuver his way through the mob.
“Wonho, give me your phone! Give me two seconds and he’ll be your man! Officially!”
Wonho shook them all off, swatting their arms away. “I want to take things slow!” He emphasized, running behind Daniel to use him as a human shield.
“Slow my ass. He’s your wallpaper!”
It was then that Daniel understood what the commotion was about. “Is this about Hyungwon?” He asked over his shoulder.
“His name is Hyungwon?!”
“Oh, come on! Daniel knew before we did? Where’s the trust, Wonho?”
Daniel had briefly met Wonho’s mysterious model lover one evening when Daniel was still the brand new busboy and the willowy male had asked for the bathroom. It was hardly an encounter to be up in arms about.
“Stop acting like you guys don’t know who he is!” Wonho shouted over everyone.
Truth be told, no one really knew who the guy was because Wonho refused to officially introduce him. What the guys knew about him they learned by stalking his Instagram.
“BM, wrestle the phone away from him!”
BM tossed his hands up defensively. “Look, the last time I opened his phone I was greeted with nudes. I see enough dicks backstage. I am sick and tired of it.” Daniel laughed at that. BM was one of the straight guys of the pack.
In the midst of all the rough housing, Daniel caught sight of their boss glancing at them amusedly as he walked past them into his office. Daniel broke away from the chaos and wandered down the hall to him.
“Come in.”
Daniel shut the door behind him and stood at attention before Sungwoon’s desk. He waited for a greeting but after a few awkward seconds of silence, Daniel took it upon himself to begin.
“Hey.” He said and quietly cleared his throat.
“Hey.”
It was strange to receive a one word reply from the man who always had a string of colorful vocabulary at his disposal.
“You watched my performance.” Daniel prompted. Sungwoon stared continuously at his computer screen as his hands flew across the keyboard. “What did you think?” The point was to sound casual but he may have come off as nervous.
“Best performance of the night.”
The pressure that had been weighing Daniel down for the past few weeks completely vanished at Sungwoon’s monotone admittance. Daniel was elated. Feeling less on edge, a smirk appeared on his face.
“So, why didn’t I see you afterwards?”
Sungwoon sighed and stretched his neck. “Because,” He said, leveling Daniel with his full attention. “I would have taken you into the VIP room and showed you how much I really liked it.”
Daniel stilled, a gazelle caught in a stare down with his predator, until Sungwoon broke their trance with a smile. “Keep up the good work, Daniel.”
A nervous shutter escaped Daniel’s lips at the same time a spark of adrenaline coursed his veins. For a brief moment, Daniel wondered if he was turning into a victim of Stockholm Syndrome.
“Yes sir.”
“Halmeoni, I have an issue.”
Cozily wrapped in a handknit throw blanket with a warm chocolate chip cookie in his grasp, Daniel confessed his worry. His sweet elderly neighbor sat across from him continuing to knit as she answered.
“Tell me what the issue is.” She said, smiling warmly.
Daniel licked the melted chocolate off his finger and sighed, caving deeper into the sofa. “There’s this guy at work.”
“Mhm.”
“Who’s not acting right. I’m not sure if I should report him or what.”
Halmeoni paused to gaze sternly at Daniel over her glasses. “If he’s treating you in any manner that you find absolutely inappropriate, honey, don’t be afraid to report him.”
“No,” Daniel grimaced. How could he put this in a way that she would understand better? Daniel still had not come clean about his nightly profession and he still was not ready. “He just does… questionable things. It’s nothing too crazy but… It’s the things that he says sometimes.” Daniel scratched his head in utter confusion.
“Okay, I won’t ask exactly what he’s doing but I will assume that he continues to behave this way because you give him a reaction.” Daniel blinked in realization. Thinking of all his past encounters with Sungwoon, he did give a reaction. One that always spread a smile or smirk across Sungwoon’s face in victory. “Stop giving him the reaction he expects. Do the opposite. Or better yet, dish it back to him. Treat him how he treats you and see how he takes that.”
It was the golden rule every child had learned to abide by. Now, Daniel was slightly uncertain about regarding Sungwoon as a piece of meat although that was how he himself was treated but it did ignite a fire in the pit of his stomach.
Daniel finished off his cookie and nodded his head decisively. “You’re right. I don’t know how you’re right,” Halmeoni grinned knowingly. “But you are. I have to stop being played like a dummy.” Daniel stood and folded the throw blanket over his arm. “Thank you for having me. I’m going to be a man now.”
Halmeoni chuckled. “You’re going to set this fellow straight right now?”
Daniel rested the throw over the back of the couch and the youngest cat in the house stopped a few feet before him and stared. Big round eyes waiting for his next move. “Not yet.” He lowered himself and the cat who’s name he learned was Sunny turned around and fled. “I need to handle some other business.”
By business Daniel meant going to the farmer’s market for his daytime shift. Non-school days were for deli duty. The payoff was nowhere near what he made in one night at the club but a little extra cash never hurt anyone.
From his peripheral, Daniel saw a shadow approach the counter. He carefully stopped slicing the huge ham and stepped around the machine to greet the customer. Taking on his customer service persona he gave a friendly smile.
“Hello, how can I-”
It was like finding a shiny quarter in a pile of horse shit. There, in front of the counter, Daniel’s counter at the local farmer’s market was Mr. Ha Millionaire Sungwoon. Was he hallucinating? Had all the physical and mental stress finally gotten to Daniel’s brain? Daniel couldn’t help but look around him trying to locate some form of normalcy in the given situation.
Sungwoon looked ridiculous. In his real leather loafers and hand tailored beige casual suit with buttons probably sewn on by someone’s poor grandmother that shopped at this very market. He was blatantly out of place there but Daniel knew he was unbothered by the fact.
“What are you doing here?”
A perfectly sardonic smile emerged on Sungwoon’s face and he kept his hands tucked into his pockets as he glanced over the deli display sweepingly.
“Just visiting.” His reply came so unperturbed it physically annoyed Daniel; the muscles in his face twitching. Why was he checking up on him? But then it dawned on him; the words of wisdom imparted by his wise neighbor.
He does that because you give him a good reaction. Don’t. Dish it back to him instead.
“You missed me that much you had to step out of your comfort zone to see me?”
Sungwoon’s eyes snapped up to Daniel’s face in an instant. He stared hard for a few moments before his lips were coerced into a crooked smirk. He sure wasn’t expecting that one. Score one for Daniel.
“This place is a lot better than I pictured to be honest.” Sungwoon retorted, in a way to save his pride.
Daniel crossed his arms. “What did you expect? Poor working conditions so you could call the health inspector on us?”
“You’re always on the defensive with me. Relax, would you?”
Daniel blinked away from him. Steering the conversation in a different direction, he pulled off his gloves. “Can I get you something? Since you’re already here.”
From the muted expression on his boss’s face Daniel gathered that the man didn’t do his own shopping which to his understanding meant he didn’t cook either.
Sungwoon hummed after a second of thought. “Sure. What’s the best meat you have?”
Of course he couldn’t say that with a straight face and Daniel couldn’t withhold his eye roll and tired half chuckle.
“The most popular is the honey turkey but personally I would recommend the spicy chicken.” Daniel answered, laying down that deli knowledge.
Sungwoon ran a finger beneath his bangs to push a few hairs out of the way and tilted his head. “You mean you’re not the finest selection here?”
Don’t give in. Don’t give in.
Daniel shook his head but kept a neutral expression. “Do you want a sandwich?” He questioned in return.
Sungwoon pouted his lips, opting to stay quiet and nodded.
Another customer arrived and Daniel addressed her with his most charming smile. The one that drove everyone to his lane at school. “I’ll be right with you.”
The girl batted her lashes and gave him a flirty okay. Daniel saw Sungwoon causally turn to her and give her a judging once-over. Score 2 for Daniel.
“Can I have something else with that?” Sungwoon spoke up. “Meat-wise.”
“What’s your favorite meat?” Daniel called over his shoulder as he prepared the ingredients for the sandwich on the counter. He turned back to the display already opening it as he waited for Sungwoon’s answer.
There was a threatening look in Sungwoon’s eye but Daniel was too late to catch it. “Hmm. Well, I like to eat cock-”
“PEPPERONI!” Daniel yelled, eyes widening into saucers. “You want pepperoni on that sandwich! Coming right up!”
He hastily spun around, ignoring the vivid shock on the girl’s face. Daniel felt uneasy for throwing her into the crossfire between Sungwoon and him but he had no idea Sungwoon would stoop that low.
Daniel’s face burned as he laid the tomato’s and lettuce onto the chicken. Score 7 for Sungwoon, -2 for him. He put the sandwich in the toaster and immediately tended to the customer wishing to smother all the awkwardness with over friendliness. Thankfully her order was simple and Daniel was able to get her going within five minutes. She thanked Daniel but not before casting a weary glance between the two men.
Left alone with his boss once more, Daniel tossed the neatly wrapped sandwich on the counter and directed a heated glare towards the shorter man. “What the fuck?”
Sungwoon averted his attention to the chips rack next to the deli display. He pursed his thick lips. “What?”
“What? I thought you were going to stop doing that. That’s what.” Daniel snapped. He looked around the store cautiously. “People talk around here. I don’t need weird rumors going around.”
“Rumors about what?”
“About the deli boy and the random rich guy at the farmer’s market. I have enough issues than to be linked to you.”
Sungwoon furrowed his brows. “What’s wrong with being linked to me? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”
This was getting out of hand. Daniel felt like he was arguing with his significant other. One that which he did not have.
Daniel nudged the sandwich on the counter. “Tell me what you think later.”
He left Sungwoon’s question unanswered and he had half a thought that Sungwoon was going to demand a response but he picked up his food with no rebuttal.
“Do I pay you for this or what?” He asked, reaching for his wallet.
Daniel snorted. “You pay at the register.”
Sungwoon wrinkled his nose, seeing the line he had to wait in. “Can’t you do it for me?”
Daniel leaned closer into the meat display and lowered his voice. “You can boss me around the club but you can’t do that here.” He gestured towards the line. “Goodbye, hyung.”
Sungwoon grinned and finally turned away. Daniel exhaled and watched the cashier swoon over Sungwoon’s appearance. Reaching for a new pair of gloves, he shook his head. “Bastard.”
Thursday nights were for double shifts. In the morning, Daniel was on deli duty but by evening he transformed into his sexy stripper persona. It was tricky managing his schedule at first and dodging his friends but he got the hang of it quickly. If Hannah Montana could do it, Daniel certainly could also. (And he was just a stripper, not a popstar!)
Sitting in a canopied booth, Daniel scratched his scalp aggressively. College algebra 2 was a bitch. He erased the equation he had worked out in his notebook and stared a hole into his textbook. Maybe if he stared hard enough it would burst into flames and he could tell his professor his cat ate it.
“Hey.”
Daniel stopped pressing his fingers into his temples enough to look up and over his shoulder.
It was his club but Daniel was always caught off guard whenever Sungwoon popped up. He was still in the same outfit from before but his shirt had changed. It was royal blue with an open slit down his chest. Daniel traced his exposed collarbones up to his thick neck, admired his red lips and then looked him in the eye.
I wonder what else is thick about him.
“Hey.” Daniel said, clearing his throat and returning his attention to his assignment.
Sungwoon left a water bottle on the table for Daniel and shifted to see what the younger was doing. “Math?” He asked, crinkling his nose.
Daniel started fidgeting with the pencil in his hand, twisting it between his index finger and thumb. “Yeah. Algebra.” He commented distracted.
“Let me see.” Sungwoon twisted the textbook and leaned down. His shirt hung loose and Daniel couldn’t stop himself from looking down it like the typical horny male he was, admiring the crease in Sungwoon’s defined chest. Sungwoon bit the side of his lip in concentration and Daniel’s stare jumped to his mouth.
Again with the lips, Daniel. What’s wrong with you today?
“The answer is 42.”
“Huh?”
Sungwoon tapped his finger on the problem Daniel was working on and straightened up. “42. First you have to…”
The detailed explanation went in one ear and out the other. Daniel nodded his head every few seconds to feign understanding so as to not look like a complete idiot but truly Sungwoon’s words did not compute in his mind. He’d solved the equation in under two minutes without paper, pen or calculator. Was that the key to running a successful business?
“Were you a math geek in another life?” Daniel joked.
Sungwoon snorted. “Not a geek. I’m just good with numbers. No need to insult my intelligence.”
“My bad,” Daniel pressed his lips together and jotted down 42 in the answer line without doing the work for it. He scratched his ear and reached for the water bottle that had been placed there for him.
“Math is a pretty sensible subject.” Sungwoon said, already looking at the next problem. “Every equation has a solution.”
In the dim lighting of the room, Sungwoon might have resembled a scholarly business man with a knack for financial statistics. Daniel the business student might have captured an interest for him.
“Your sandwich was pretty good, by the way.” Sungwoon grinned, crossing his arms. “Let me hire you as a caterer.”
“For spicy chicken sandwiches? That’s a joke, right?”
“As much a joke as me preferring pepperoni instead of other meat.”
Daniel gritted his teeth. “Ah. I see.” He avoided Sungwoon’s double entendre by focusing back on his homework. A gentle hand found its way to his back.
“If you ever need help with homework or anything, let me know. I have a masters’ degree in this shit. Might as well put it to good use.”
“Is that some sort of invitation?”
Sungwoon laughed and briefly squeezed the back of Daniel’s neck. “No, I’m being serious this time.”
Before Daniel could offer a genuine thank you, Wonho’s voice stretched across the room. “Boss, is that you?”
Sungwoon stepped away from the table and raised his hands in the air. “Yes, it is I.”
“We’ve been seeing you around these parts too often, chief. What’s your motive? What are you planning?” BM questioned. He pointed at Sungwoon suspiciously as all the dancers approached the dressing room.
“Any reason you’ve been showing up more often, Sungwoon?” Jongin asked in his soft voice. When he was close enough, he elbowed Sungwoon in the side and kept walking.
Sungwoon hummed and adjusted the hems of his long sleeves, answering to the dancers’ retreating backsides. “Well, it’s been more interesting around here. More to see these days.” He smirked and cast Daniel a fleeting glance that of course went unnoticed.
“Daniel! Don’t think we didn’t see you over there. Come through! Our costumes are kinky tonight!”
Daniel started shutting his books and cleaning up the table. “What are these costumes, hyung?” He asked Sungwoon who was still lingering.
Sungwoon shrugged. “Go see for yourself.”
That night went down in history for Daniel. Walking into the lavish dressing room he was ambushed with items he had never seen nor used in his life. It took twenty minutes of resistance before they left him alone to find out it was another one of their stupid pranks. Daniel had launched all the furry buttplug tails into the garbage and buried them with more trash.
Daniel was rarely ever home during the day, but just this once he made an exception to bring Halmeoni the milk she asked for. Otherwise it would have been a 2 AM delivery and he’d have to explain why he was out so late with traces of eyeliner in his lashes.
Halmeoni was at the stoop of their building just as she said she would be when Daniel jogged up to the building.
“Thank you so much, Daniel. You’re a sweetheart!” The old woman cooed, patting Daniel’s shoulder. “Have you eaten?” She offered in her usual spiel.
“Yes! Don’t worry. I’m going to work now.” Daniel said, vaguely pointing in a direction away from their home.
“Oh? Work?” The old woman grinned cunningly. “How’s that going, hotshot?”
Daniel chuckled and nervously pressed his lips together. He wondered if should unload his thoughts on her real quick since he hadn’t updated her since the other day and he was dealing with conflicting emotions.
“What’s on your mind, honey? I see it written in your face. Is this guy still harassing you?”
“No, it’s not... exactly like that. I don’t.... mind that much... anymore… I guess?” Daniel stuttered. His mind was just as jumbled as his speech.
Daniel, somewhere along the lines, had started to question himself. Whereas he used to find Sungwoon’s advances off-putting, now their little game of cat and mouse had become more entertaining than he ever planned for.
A playful grin slowly appeared on Halmeoni’s face. “Oh,” She said with a higher intonation of her voice as if she knew exactly what Daniel was going through and found some amusement in it. “So, it’s like that? You find him attractive?”
Daniel’s face flushed down to his neck. “Um.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, honey. You’re human.”
“But it’s all like prohibited behavior. I was certain I didn’t like him like that but lately…” Daniel complained, adjusting the bag over his shoulder. “That’s why I’m kind of stuck.”
“Well, honey, you don’t choose who you fall in love with.”
Daniel sputtered. “I’m not in love with him!”
“It happens! Sometimes you fall in love with people you’re not supposed to. Been there, done that.” Halmeoni shrugged her shoulders and Daniel stood there awkwardly.
“Uh,” He said as his mind buffered. “I’m not in love with him. I just- maybe- I don’t know… am suddenly attracted? To him? And I at least know he’s attracted to me! He’s kind of,” Daniel looked to the side. “…vulgar.”
“Daniel, if it’s something that bothers you, speak to him. Miscommunications begin because no one wants to talk about it.” Daniel wasn’t too sure he could speak to his boss about this in a passive manner but he was thankful for the advice anyway. “And in regards to how you feel about him,” Halmeoni smirked and Daniel knew he was never going to see the end of her teasing. “Let it all play out. If he’s a coworker I’m sure it can’t be that forbidden.”
If only he wasn’t my boss.
Leveling up his friendship with Jimin started to become a regular occurrence for Daniel. Despite how tricky it could get if he found out where Daniel spent his evenings, it was fun. Jimin had fancy cars and access to exclusive things Daniel would never have access too. Daniel wasn’t friends with him for the luxury of it all but hey, it was nice.
“We just bought the newest VR system and I’ve been dying to get my hands on it. Hyung is always using it when I want to use it.” Jimin’s face dropped in annoyance at his older brother.
The glass elevator arrived at the top floor and Jimin impatiently shuffled his feet waiting for the doors to part. It was an immensely beautiful day out and the view from the penthouse was breathtakingly wide. Daniel could see Seoul for miles. He drooled at the view and followed Jimin through the penthouse he had come to familiarize himself with.
The top tier of the building offered 5 rooms to which Sungwoon had redesigned into various spaces and 4 bathrooms. Why in the world would 1 person, 2 including Jimin, need 4 bathrooms? Daniel had made it his personal mission to investigate each bathroom for its differences. For example, one had a mounted flat screen tv, the other had a movable bar deck, and the third had a partial sauna. The only bathroom Daniel had yet to inspect was the one in the master bathroom. As curious as Daniel was about it, he was hesitant to enter the lion’s den. One wrong step and he could end up in his underwear, on his knees with the lion himself and Daniel just was not prepared for such an event.
“I’m just going to run to my room really fast. I hid the headsets in there.” Jimin murmured mischievously and dashed by Sungwoon who was at the island in the kitchen. “Sup, big bro!”
Sungwoon looked up disgruntled. “Take your shit out of here! I don’t know how that became your room, brat!”
Daniel gave a lopsided grin to his boss and adjusted his crossbody bag as he approached the counter. As always there was paperwork strewn about before the millionaire boss but these ones included photos of bathtubs and crystal shower heads.
“Are we getting a new addition to the dressing room?” Daniel asked, low enough for only Sungwoon to hear.
Sungwoon raised his eyebrows. “You wish.”
Daniel moved over to his side to get a closer look. “So what are you doing?”
“I want to remodel my bathroom.”
“Is the sauna not hot enough for you?” Daniel joked.
“Not that one. My personal bathroom in the master bedroom.” Sungwoon threw a glance over his left shoulder and slowly raised it to Daniel’s face.
Daniel rested his arm against the back of Sungwoon’s metallic hightop chair and leaned in further to analyze the options displayed on the table. He could smell Sungwoon’s cologne radiating off his neck and clothes.
“What’s so different about your bathroom?”
“That’s my point.” Sungwoon commented, turning back to the samples. “It needs a special touch of something.” The arm that casually laid against his lap came to life, running his fingertips against the tops of Daniel’s jean clad thighs. “Something to make it feel even better.”
In situations like these Daniel used to channel his inner Halmeoni and seek her advice but as of late, Daniel hadn’t much trouble responding to Sungwoon’s advances. Nor did he mind them as much as he used to. For whatever reason that may be.
Daniel minutely moved forward until his breath was warm on the shell of his boss’s ear. “What do you have in mind?”
They were nose to nose challenging each other with silent looks when Jimin reentered the scene. Daniel backed away unaffected.
“Are we getting a new bathroom?” Jimin exclaimed, plopping the VR headsets onto the marble island.
“We’re not getting anything. I am.” Sungwoon answered snottily.
“We’re not getting anything.” Jimin mimicked.
Sungwoon rolled his eyes. “I’m thinking I’ll do a Jacuzzi next to the shower. Big enough for two people. Daniel, what do you think?”
Daniel hated getting thrown into the middle of their petty tantrums. Sungwoon always tended to pull Daniel to his side by manipulating him with sexual advances.
“Seems like you tend to have many visitors so is a two seater enough?”
Jimin snickered. “Even Daniel knows you’re a slut.”
Sungwoon sighed and shook his head. “You’re just too young to understand.”
Jimin sucked his teeth and grabbed the headsets. “Let’s go.”
Walking down the hall to the game room Daniel was stopped in his tracks.
“See you tonight, Daniel.”
Jimin turned around with a huge invisible question mark on his forehead. “What?” He yelled back at his brother.
“Oh I meant see you, Jimin.” Sungwoon corrected with an innocently vicious smile. “When I come back from the club. You know.” He shrugged his shoulder and collected the paperwork from the table. Obviously he was bitter about the remark Daniel had made.
“You’re fucking weird.” Jimin snarled and Daniel followed him with one last empty stare at Sungwoon.
That evening Daniel learned that Sungwoon liked to take the employees of his club to competitor’s locations. Market research and employee development he’d called it. For the other dancers it was a free night of debauchery and drinks on Sungwoon’s tab. Their boss did linger by the bar however, hawk like eyes mentally taking notes on every little thing that both intrigued and displeased him in order to morph that knowledge into something of use at his own club.
“Hey new guy! Get us a round of vodka shots!” Taecyeon yelled over the EDM beat blasting from the speakers. Daniel raised an ok sign and jogged over to the bar.
“Enjoying yourself, Daniel?”
It was a strange moment of déjà vu but Daniel could not pinpoint why he felt that way.
“Yeah.” He nodded and licked his alcohol chapped lips. “I’m sorry but have we met before or something? A long time ago maybe? I’m getting this really weird sense of déjà vu.”
Sungwoon mouthed the rim of his martini glass. “Do you not remember the night you drunkenly called me hot?”
Daniel’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead. It was news to him. “Uh, no. Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know.” Sungwoon stared at him earnestly. “You tell me. Why would you?”
Looking at his boss with the multi colored laser lights shining behind him, Daniel felt his entire body tighten.
“Well,” He started because there was no use denying it any longer. “I guess I can soberly admit that I wasn’t lying.”
Sungwoon coyly pursed his lips. “I know you weren’t. You’re one of those guys that gets bold with alcoholic encouragement. I know your type.”
“And what exactly is my type?” Daniel responded, feeling intrepid. He planted his elbow onto the bar deck and rested his index finger on his chin pensively.
Sungwoon hummed, swallowing the last sip of his drink and raised his chin. “Five foot six men with pretty faces and nice asses who have tons of money.”
The level of audacity imbedded into Sungwoon’s blood stream was amazing. Daniel scoffed and thanked the bartender for the shots. “That’s funny because I know no guys of the sort.”
Sungwoon subtly reached his hand across the bar and stroked Daniel’s fingertips with a wily smile. “Well, let me introduce you to one then.”
Daniel ran his tongue along his teeth in an attempt to withhold his incredulous laughter. His mouth opened to give a response but the words halted in his throat the minute he saw a disgustingly familiar individual. Unfortunately, said individual also saw Daniel turn away from him.
“What’s wrong?” Sungwoon asked.
“Nothing. I’m going back.” Daniel said but his eyebrows were knit together anxiously.
For the past few days there had been a weird middle aged man attempting things with Daniel at the club. It contrasted with what he had told Jay the other day about patrons respecting him and staying within boundaries so Daniel had stayed quiet hoping the situation would resolve itself but seeing as the man had found him at this club too and made a beeline towards him Daniel knew it was more serious than he thought.
The table was of course sans his coworkers when Daniel set the shots down. An open invitation for this creep to talk to him.
“I didn’t know you worked both clubs.”
Daniel prayed for patience and responded. “I’m here visiting.”
The second the man laid his filthy hand on Daniel’s arm Daniel had the sudden urge to deck the greasy haired, sweaty guy. “Don’t touch me.”
“If you’re not working you must have some time for me. Come on.” The man’s shifty eyes and unshaven Grinch looking face invoked Daniel’s gag reflexes.
“Back the fuck up.”
Daniel’s eyes enlarged at Sungwoon’s sudden rough grip at the neck of the man’s shirt.
“Hey! Mind your own business!” The man slurred as be balanced himself.
“I’m in charge at this club. This is my business.”
“I’m a regular here! I’ve never seen you around.” The man sneered.
“That’s because I’m the fucking owner.” Sungwoon lied. “Now get the hell out! If I even see your dirty ass across the street I’ll personally arrest you myself for sexual harassment.” Sungwoon barked, a vicious fire in his eyes.
To say Daniel was impressed was an understatement. To say he wasn’t the least bit turned on would be a lie.
“Are you okay?” Sungwoon turned to him concerned.
Daniel nodded. “I’m fine. You didn’t have to do that.”
“How long have you been dealing with him?”
Although Daniel wanted to deny it he knew his boss could see right through him. “About a week at the club.” He admitted, trying to feign nonchalance.
“You have to tell us when these things happen, Daniel. How else are we to protect you?” Daniel stared at the buttons of Sungwoon’s shirt before meeting his unusually tender gaze. “I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you and I mean it.”
It was after that moment that Sungwoon began to show more possession over Daniel. Whether it was personal or professional was unclear to Daniel because it was tiptoeing the edge of both.
“Hey. Let me buy you a drink.”
It was the first time since Daniel started working there that anyone approached him personally to offer him a drink. Usually they had drinks sent to him anonymously or from across the room with a wave of a hand. Most of the time Daniel accepted them not thinking too much of it because they were either females or much older men.
This particular admirer couldn’t be older than 30 and he sat down next to Daniel on the red velvet sofa across the room from the bar. The man left a respectable amount of space between them and Daniel appreciated that.
“Sure.” Daniel responded, keeping his expression guarded but friendly.
He settled comfortably into the sofa waiting for his drink with his chin raised a little. One thing he had learned from the other dancers was that you had to carry yourself with poise and elegance. Make everyone around you desire you even if you were doing nothing.
The man approached Daniel once more, handing the glass to him and sat down.
“I’ve never seen you in here before. Are you new to this type of crowd?”
“I am.”
The man nodded. “What brings you in?”
“Hmm?” Daniel hummed, not understanding the question.
“Are you meeting up with someone? Do you like watching the performances?” The man’s eyes gestured to the dancer on the table a few feet away.
“Oh,” Daniel exclaimed. This man thought he was just a visitor. It was probably the suit. The theme of the night related to the mafia so everyone was dressed in tailored suits. Designer tailored suits and when Daniel had seen the embroidered logo on the breast pocket of his suit his eyes grew large; it was a lot of money to spend on a costume.
“I’m just here for the vibes.” Daniel said. Acting was a part of this job so if this man believed Daniel was a patron he was going to play the part. “The drinks are good. The men are handsome.” He said that last part with his eyes not leaving the man.
A crooked smile emerged on the man’s face and he took a sip from his drink. “I’m Kang Minhyuk.”
“Oh! I’m Kang also.” Daniel rarely gave out his last name to anyone but finding someone with the same name was rare for him.
“Really? That’s interesting. What’s your first name?”
“Daniel.”
“I see we have things in common already, Daniel.” Minhyuk smiled and then paused to remove his phone from his blazer pocket. Daniel saw a glimpse of his wallpaper and his interest was piqued yet again.
“Are those your cats?” He couldn’t help but ask.
Minhyuk turned the screen on again and faced it towards Daniel. “Yeah. My 2 girls.”
It was the most interesting conversation Daniel had ever held with a visitor since he started working there and all they were talking about were their cats. It must not have looked like it from an outsider’s perspective, however.
“He’s off limits.”
Daniel whipped his head around at the stern voice and hand on his elbow. Sungwoon pulled him up and gave Minhyuk a terse smile. Minhyuk also stood, baring confusion on his face. “Thank you for your patronage.” Sungwoon said and led Daniel away to a secluded area.
Daniel hadn’t even gotten the chance to explain himself to Minhyuk but let himself get whisked away by his boss without a second glance at the older man he had charmed.
“What are you doing?” He asked. “You’re jipping me out of money.”
There was a hardness to Sungwoon’s eyes and Daniel had never been on the receiving end of it. “There are plenty others ways to make money in here.”
“We were just talking. Why did you interrupt? I was aware you monitored client-employee interactions but not to this extent.” Daniel frowned.
Sungwoon’s eyes snaked around the room and his shoulders were stiff as he spoke. “I didn’t like where it was heading.”
“Where was it heading?”
“To the VIP lounge. Where you’re not allowed.”
Daniel was taken aback. “I’m pretty sure we weren’t going up there. He didn’t even know I’m a dancer. Even so, if someone did want me to escort them up there what’s the issue? It’s my job isn’t it?”
Sungwoon looked at him. “Your job is to be down here. You’re not allowed in there with anyone else but me.”
There was a hidden challenge disguised in Sungwoon’s words and Daniel took the bait.
“If that’s how you really feel then meet me in the VIP room.”
It was Daniel’s boldest statement yet. Said with the poise of a client in place of a dancer. The club owner’s stare, eating up the right side of Daniel’s face, was hot. Daniel reciprocated the look not backing down although he wasn’t sure what compelled him to utter those words when he knew they were the start of the unraveling of Pandora’s box.
“The Jasmine room is free at 11. If you’re man enough,” The patronizing voice left its effects on Daniel, getting under his skin and provoking him. “I’ll see you then.”
Sungwoon glided away on a cloud of superiority and nonchalance. He had this vexing ability to make Daniel feel like a wanted man and a vapid child all at once. Daniel was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing him riled up anymore. If it was a game that Sungwoon wanted to play, Daniel was going to raise the stakes.
A few minutes after 11 found Sungwoon, cigarette in hand, puffing smoke into the cool air of VIP lounge number 2. One leg crossed over the other while his free arm hung over the back of the black Italian leather sofa.
It was 2 hours ago when he’d propositioned Daniel. Part empty dare, part hidden request. Would he take Sungwoon up on his offer? Sungwoon was curious to find out. He could hear the opening lyrics of TVXQ’s Mirotic booming from the sound system of the club downstairs and knew Wonho was performing his set.
His foot bounced to the infectious beat as he took another long drag of his cigarette. His eyes wandered around the lounge as did his mind, recalling all the encounters he’d had with the alluring newcomer and how satisfying it would be to get into his pants finally. The thought alone had Sungwoon’s dick stiffening.
The song was reaching its climax but Sungwoon was nowhere near reaching his contrary to what he assumed he’d be doing at this time in this room. He exhaled one last time and smothered his cigarette in the ashtray on the glass table in the center of the room. He stood, brushing off the wrinkles and dust on his suit and refolded his collar. He moved to the door brushing off his unwarranted anticipation but the remains were visible on his stoic face.
“I have better things to do anyway.”
When Daniel began this new semester of school he hoped the only dilemma he’d have to dissolve was his money situation. The same situation as every semester, as every year. He not once considered being in the predicament he was in now. But would anyone predict being in this situation?
Daniel was hesitant. He was stressed. There he was with a good paying job, albeit taboo, bringing home ridiculous money. Yet on the other hand, there he was with a fine man who wanted to be royally dicked down by him. Daniel was a man too. It may seem that money, his Mom and cats were all he focused on but there was space in his agenda for some loving.
The problem? This attractive man was his boss. The owner of this elusive strip club that Daniel had gotten webbed into. It didn’t matter what Taemin or Jay said. That he was a good worker that brought in more clientele. If he took one wrong step with Sungwoon, his ass was out on the curb, gone and out of a high paying job. He was playing with fire and that fire could take everything away from him and convert him into a struggling student again. After taking the dancer job, Daniel didn’t have to dodge the landlord anymore. The water and the lights weren’t getting shut off. He could kick his feet up and study in peace.
Was he willing to risk it all for some ass?
Another questioning factor to add to his self-doubt was that Daniel didn’t quite know how serious Sungwoon was about everything. About him. He played around with Daniel too much to be considered just a joke but since Daniel was the only one who seemed to catch his boss in the act, Daniel wondered if he was reading into it too much. Perhaps he was seeing something that wasn’t actually there.
But there was only one way to find out.
He knocked back three whiskey shots as he made his final decision to let everything go to hell. He flashbacked to every single time Sungwoon vivaciously flirted with him and shrugged on his suit jacket. If anything went wrong, Daniel had a well thought out plan.
“I’ll sue his ass.”
Daniel reached the top of the stairs, regulating his breathing so he could disguise the fact that he hauled ass to get up to the lounge. The area was debatably vacant, he noticed as he dusted a glance through his peripherals. Straightening his back, Daniel took large steps into the muted hallway he had yet to explore. Precisely at that moment, the door to his immediate right opened and he caught sight of his boss; slender fingers combing through his strategically styled hair.
Daniel’s eyes flashed red with desire.
With newfound confidence, he planted a palm against Sungwoon’s chest, manhandling him back inside the private lounge.
His lips latched onto Sungwoon’s immediately, swallowing the elder’s surprised gasp; the door slamming shut behind them. His large hands found purchase on Sungwoon’s hips while Sungwoon clutched his shoulders.
“Were you waiting for me?” Daniel asked, his grip instinctively possessive.
Sungwoon’s eyes shown with gleeful surprise. “I thought you wouldn’t show up. Too pussy.”
Daniel breathed out a self-assured laugh against Sungwoon’s lips and minutely shook his head. “Not tonight.”
One coveted flash of eye contact and Daniel was reeled in by the front of his finely pressed white shirt. He slipped his arms firm around Sungwoon’s waist as a pair wrapped around his neck bringing them chest to chest. Their breaths turned heavy with desire, blowing warm air through their noses while their mouths moved in sync. Zealous hands ventured about pulling at hair and grabbing at ass cheeks.
Sungwoon lowered himself off his tiptoes to walk them towards the sofa against the opposite wall. Daniel pushed at Sungwoon’s blazer, sliding it off and carelessly tossing it aside as he shrugged out of his own with Sungwoon’s fingertips grazing the lengths of his arms. Their movements became faster, patience running thin, kisses growing insistent. It wasn’t enough to let their hands roam around the other’s body; soon, shirts were getting untucked and buttons undone. The backs of Sungwoon’s calves hit the couch and he took control, rotating their position so he could push Daniel down and straddle him.
Daniel massaged Sungwoon’s hips as they kissed and Sungwoon moved to leave wet kisses on his right pec, making his way down Daniel’s muscular torso, unbuttoning the remainder of his shirt as he went. Daniel felt Sungwoon’s tongue dip into his belly button and fingertips dance at the hem of his black suit pants. His boss mouthed down his light happy trail and reached for his belt undoing it. Daniel’s blood pounded in his ears in sheer anticipation. He brought Sungwoon’s face back up, messily locking lips while they worked together to remove Daniel’s pants and briefs.
Wasting no time, Sungwoon broke away. With their lips shiny with moisture and without breaking eye contact, he settled between Daniel’s legs and sighed, tepid breath fanning against the base of Daniel’s dick. Daniel closed his eyes and bit back a moan. Sungwoon rubbed the tops of Daniel’s thighs until the younger fixed his gaze on him.
Having Daniel’s full attention, Sungwoon took him in his mouth, tongue running against the underside of his swollen length. He swallowed him halfway then started sucking his way off until only the tip was in his mouth. Daniel had a perfect view of Sungwoon’s thick lips puckered around his leaking head and it was insane. It took all of his self-control not to shoot off a rocket right there but Daniel was a grown man and this was not his first time so he willed himself to relax.
He let Sungwoon suck him off until the vibrations of his moans around his cock had his breaths coming out as shuddered sighs and he knew he was close. Daniel tugged on Sungwoon’s hair not caring about mussing it and flipped them over so he was now on top. Removing his hand from the elder’s locks, Daniel reached for Sungwoon’s unattended dick, palming it through his pants. Sungwoon sighed loudly at the relief of being touched. He unbuckled his belt, letting Daniel pull his pants off for him.
Daniel fisted Sungwoon’s length and started jerking him off, listening to his erotic sighs. Pretty soon Sungwoon was reaching for something beneath the sofa and Daniel hazily watched him open a drawer at the bottom of the couch and hand him a medium sized bottle of lube. Daniel poured the liquid onto his fingertips, careful not to spill any. He let Sungwoon lead his coated fingers towards his entrance. The first finger went in surprisingly easy so Daniel tried for another, this time producing a small ‘ah’ from Sungwoon and Daniel felt him adjust around his fingers. He leaned down to kiss his boss roughly waiting for the right time to insert the third.
“One more,” Sungwoon ordered and Daniel wasted no time in doing so. His third finger slid in next to the other two, stretching Sungwoon wide and Daniel continued kissing him, working his wrist to push his fingers deeper until Sungwoon stopped reciprocating his kisses in favor of moaning. Daniel nudged Sungwoon’s face to the side, grazing his teeth along the expanse of neck left to his exposure. He sucked small bruises into the skin then slid his tongue against his collarbone, latching his lips to the skin just above.
The strong scent of cologne was intoxicating and utterly appealing to Daniel’s senses and it turned him on even more. His mouth on Sungwoon’s sensitive skin and his fingers curled inside him had Sungwoon shuddering beneath him. His legs spreading wider to accommodate Daniel’s thick fingers and tighten around them.
A few well aimed thrusts and Sungwoon was stretching his neck away and tapping Daniel’s back. “Okay, okay.” He panted, pushing Daniel’s fingers out of him.
Daniel flexed his wrist and dropped his palms on either side of Sungwoon’s head with a smirk. “Too much for you, little guy?”
Sungwoon’s eyes grew into slits and he glared. “I don’t want your fingers in my ass. I want your cock.”
It was the crudest thing anyone had ever said to Daniel in his 21 years of life. Blankly staring at the man underneath him, at his boss beneath him, Daniel realized he wasn’t dealing with a random hookup with a kid in college but a full pledged adult. An adult with a career, cars and money.
This was not kiddie shit.
Sungwoon placed his palm on Daniel’s chest, rubbing at the defined crease and then dragged it down his toned abs. His gaze traveled down Daniel’s body before slowly meeting his stare with languid eyes. “Are you gonna stare at me or are we gonna fuck?”
Daniel’s dick literally twitched as if it were begging him to answer his boss’s request with urgent action.
What am I getting myself into?
At this point, Sungwoon had already given him a blowjob and he’d already stuck his fingers in Sungwoon’s ass- it was way passed the point of return.
Throwing caution to the wind, he shook off his nervous qualms and played it cool.
“Eager much?”
Sungwoon pulled him down by looping an arm around Daniel’s neck. “Shut up.”
Their lips locked feverishly and Daniel’s hand found Sungwoon’s ass, roughly kneading and groping it as they rocked their bare hips together. Sungwoon pulled open the drawer again and blindly reached for a condom, handing the packet to Daniel. Daniel leaned back and almost teared it open but noticed the fine print. He eyed his boss and pinched the packet between his middle and index finger.
“Do I look like a small to you?”
Sungwoon traced the outline of his lips with his tongue and rubbed his jaw. “Definitely not.” His eyes dipped down to savor Daniel’s length and then reached for a larger size.
Daniel rolled it onto his mega hard erection with Sungwoon watching him. He licked his lips as he coated himself with lube and stared right into Sungwoon’s eyes lustily, giving himself a few tugs. He folded Sungwoon’s legs and lined his dick to Sungwoon’s slick hole, pushing in slowly.
Sungwoon’s hands were tight on Daniel’s shoulders, fingertips digging in as Daniel buried himself. They slid down Daniel’s arms until they were flat on his back pushing him deeper. His back arched and Daniel kissed him, stroking his dick until he got the okay to move and then Daniel was pounding into his ass not fearing for the consequences of tomorrow.
Daniel was unsurprised to discover how loud Sungwoon was. He was as shameless at sex as he was at flirting and talking to him. Daniel on the other hand was more subdued; low moans and sighs that only Sungwoon could hear rather than anyone in the near vicinity.
“Fuck,” Daniel panted, bending Sungwoon’s right leg more and wrapping the other around his waist. Sungwoon ran his blunt nails down Daniel’s back and then touched his biceps in pleasure. Daniel gripped Sungwoon’s thighs leveraging himself and moving faster because damn did his boss’s ass feel fantastic.
Sungwoon raised his hips a little and the perfect angle had him keening. The humidity in the room was starting to make them sweat but it didn’t stop them from messily finding their rhythm, the sound of skin on skin almost matching the volume of the bass line from the club.
Daniel groaned, tossing in select curses and felt Sungwoon’s ass clench around his cock. The tightness had him seeing stars with a few more thrusts and he came inside his boss with a strangled moan. He worked through it seeing Sungwoon grip himself and stroke fast while releasing lusty whines. His load spilled over his flat stomach, coming a few minutes after Daniel.
They took a few seconds to catch their breaths and everything came back into view for Daniel. The room he was in, the club he was in and who laid naked in front of him. When they made eye contact Daniel couldn’t help but reciprocate the sly grin on Sungwoon’s face.
Was the sex as amazing as expected? It was a yes from Daniel.
He pulled out, taking off the condom and discarding it and sat at the end of the couch with his head against the wall. He was spent. Spent from a long day on his feet but also spent from the month long sexual tension that followed them everywhere they went.
Daniel turned his head to look at his boss and it was quite the view. He was splayed across the expensive sofa like the rich man he was and was watching Daniel with bedroom eyes. Daniel’s gaze ran from his spread legs to his flaccid cock, bruised neck to his sweaty hair. He looked completely fucked out and Daniel felt like a champ.
Allowing his adrenaline to simmer down by itself, he assessed the mess he had made down below and tucked himself back into his boxer briefs, reaching for the nearest article of clothing which were his pants. He handed Sungwoon, who continued to lazily watch him, an embroidered towel to clean himself off.
Putting on his blazer, Daniel caught his reflection in the mirror. His makeup was smudged but apart from that there were no visible signs of what had just went on. His boss however could not say the same. The smaller man stood fixing his hair the best he could. The collar of his shirt and blazer did not cover up the forming bruises on his neck and collarbone yet he also had no intention of hiding them. At least not at that exact moment.
They stopped at the door to give each other one last good look before entering the club again. Sungwoon reached up and swiped his thumb across the bottom of Daniel’s swollen lips.
“And that’s how the VIP lounge works.”
Emerging casually, Daniel and Sungwoon played off their promiscuous encounter very well. They stayed attentive towards any curious eyes but luck was on their side and the area outside the VIP lounges was sans patrons and employees. Their poker faces remained strong as they silently bid each other adieu; Daniel with a courteous short bow and Sungwoon with a vague nod in response.
Daniel approached the bar deck looking to down something heavy. He felt weird. Straddling the bar stool after ordering from Minseok, he rested his palms on his thighs. His fingers scratched at an itch beneath the fabric of his black dress pants until he felt something crusty by his inner thigh. Glancing down he picked at it curiously until it dawned on him.
He didn’t know who it belonged to but he knew exactly what it was.
“Make that two drinks, please.”
Sungwoon sauntered into his office with a pep in his step- or as much pep as he could have with the slight limp he was sporting. There was someone lounging in his ergonomic swivel chair and Sungwoon was fine with it because his ass hurt a little bit and he didn’t plan on sitting anyway.
Timoteo leisurely raised his gaze from his phone and immediately slanted his eyes in judgement. “You smell like sex and someone else’s cologne.”
Sungwoon wandered passed his extensive bookshelf of organized paperwork and grinned. His oldest friend was never late to catch on, or perhaps Sungwoon was too easy to read.
“Do I want to know?”
Sungwoon shook his head. “Probably not.”
Timoteo lowered his phone to his lap and his sharp gaze analyzed Sungwoon from head to toe. “Great. Spare me the details since it’s one of your employees.”
Sungwoon’s mouth opened in surprise and he met Timoteo’s stare head on. “You’re too smart for your own good.”
Timoteo raised a critical eyebrow. “And you should know better.”
Sungwoon said nothing in return. Timoteo had a point but hedonism was not something that could be stopped. Especially not for Ha Sungwoon.