STAFF LOUNGE

@▼ Minseok [lol why are you apologizing everything is cool]

The bartender sighs heavily when he could hear a faint voice talking to him despite the music blasting in his ears. He opens his eyes to turn on his cell phone and pause the music playing then reverted his attention to the guy next to him. "What do you want?" he snaps at the man. Taemin didn't mean to sound so much of a but he was tired after working a long two hours at the bar. Serving customers, concentrating on the ingredients of a cocktail, and maintaining his composure was stressful. He was envious of the strippers; all they had to do was just perform half- or fully on stage. He could do that with his eyes clothes and one hand tied behind his back. While he was stuck with giving the people who come to the strip club drinks, a handful of them wanted to actually speak to him, and when they do it's about something stupid.

His eyes stared at this face more intensely, observing his eyes, nose, lips, and overall his face. The image of a former friend emerged in his mind and Taemin gasps in shock. "Oh my god... it's you! Min... Minseok!" He grins widely at the man wanting to embrace him, but he was unsure if the man remembered him or not.

@▼ Taemin {{ That's okay }}

Complete silence, except for the occasional buzzing of music coming from earphones in the male's ears, preternaturally making him unable to hear a word Minseok said. He bit his lip as he continued to stare, unsure if he should bother him or not. Really, it was a good or bad decision he was too nervous to decide, but he was also bored and had nothing to do, so why not? But, it sunk in that maybe he shouldn't be a worry worth of his social life so much, all he needed was his job, and a place to sneak away from his parents. Including the occasional visits from his parents to see what was going on.

He stared at the feminine boy, taking in he looked more feminine than usual, not that he minded. He was very attractive, so say bluntly, but Minseok had to stop staring before he lost those eyes. He slowly moved up from his seat, blinking his eyes slowly as he made his way over to the leather seat, rubbing sweat from his neck repeatedly as he joined closer towards the latter, looking over him, who had his eyes closed and so interested in the music to ignore his presence. The name was on the tip of his tongue, but like a drunk man, his mind was slurred. It only came to him when he remembered, but it was a ghost of a murmur as he stood fully over the other, hovering a few feet above with a curious head tilted. He needed to get used to names, including clients needed and those other members he had yet to speak to. "So you're on break?" the question arose as he fixed his shirt, sighing a little as he stepped away, fearing he was in the other's personal space. He may have felt slightly awkward, but he waited for the boy's eyes to open, and part of him feared the other was asleep and that he'd look stupid, ed cornering the man like that.

His heart picked up slightly and he tilted his head straight, biting his lower lip. "I didn't mean to bother you, but.." He tried to think of a possible excuse, something that wouldn't make him look stupid or insecure. His shoulders shrugged, moved up and down as he relaxed. "How long do you have?"

{{ Omg I am so sorry }}

@▼ Minseok "Alright I'm going on a break," Taemin yelled over the music to his co-worker as he walked out from behind the counter and left from the bar. He managed to get through the crowd of men in the seats surrounding the stage of the strip club without any of them trying to slide money into his pocket. The long-haired boy remembered getting into trouble because stacks of money was being slid into his pants instead of the pole dancers' underwear. Although he had apologized to them face-to-face about the incident they didn't seem to forgive him. So he didn't really cared; what made him happy about the incident was he managed to get around 50 dollars.

As he left from the strip club he pulled his hair into a ponytail from covering his face. The hair style he had asked for was made with extensions that perfectly blended in with the color of his original hair. It made him look more feminine than usual, an appearance he purposely went for, despite the confusion he'd bring upon manlier men. Taemin secretly enjoyed being mistaken for a girl; it was a interest he took into. Seeing a guy get all flustered, or , or maybe pissed off but still questioning whether to him or not, made his skin get goose bumps.

He stared around the new room he had entered in. The color of the room primarily in red, black, and bits of gold here and there. It gave off a sultry mood for Taemin. The effeminate boy sat down on the black leather-patented sofa, crossing a leg over the other as he pulled out his Galaxy S4 and earphones from his back pocket. Placing the earphones into his ear he played some music and shut his eyes while he rested there for a while. He could feel a presence entering the room and the sofa shifting a bit yet he didn't bother to open an eye.

[sorry it took me so long]

@▼ Taemin Kim Minseok was glad he had a while to relax, and well, maybe he needed to feel less stressed about his little 'shows'. Sure the clients were nice, decent, paying men who are , he preferred thinking as if he were in his own world, listening to the music than paying attention to the client more. Dancing was fun, and he'd prefer it wasn't a job. But that didn't pay his bills, even though his parents pressured him into taking their money, Minseok preferred to use his hard work instead. He moved down the hall towards the lounge, using a hand to ruffle his hair send slowly push up the sleeves of his white shirt, slowly buttoning the fifth to last before he gave up, gasping because he needed some air, allowing his chest to hang out from his low buttoned shirt.

He moved into the room, not even noticing the figure in the staff room until he closed the door, a hand on the nape of his neck and wiping the sweat off his skin before turning to stare, allowing his gaze to fall around the room. He was never good at stopping to stare at the daisies, he was more of a quick person, choosing to live life quickly. But now he needed a break, and although it wasn't often and that there was no time to it and relax, his life was a fun job and it all meant his life, he had his doubts sometimes. He moved to a seat and sat down, still not considering the other person as he sat, relaxing into the chair as if it were his bed.

He didn't check the person, soaring a quick glance before he straightened his shirt and let his legs spread in effort to get rid of the heat on his shoulders. It didn't work, but it was attempt. Music, clients and strangers faces all running through his head. "It's a bit of a tough day," he spoke softly, head resting back while his eyes scanned the beautiful ceiling, a room he still hadn't gotten used to, but a place he could now call home. He glanced quietly over at the latter, to where the figure currently was in the room, blinking his eyes slowly, a smile spreading over his face as he nodded, lips then drooping. "But I can't really complain.."

{{ I'm sorry it }}