@yoon jeonghan Daniel curled up into a mischievous smirk and watched the seductive stripper sitting on him. Damn, he's only getting ier at this point. But he didn't want to ruin the fun. "Give me a lap dance honey, let me take a look at your elegant figure." He leaned and bit the tip of his nose, his palm rubbing warmth into his soft milky skin. "I want to let you see how my little buddy hardens when you dance." Then he moved his hand inwards, his thumb pressing against that pulsing one in Han's underwear. "You're also exciting too, aren't you?" He smirked and whispered against his lips. "Go, honey."
@yoon jeonghan Yoongi couldn't help but be fixated on that smile. Goodness, was Jeonghan adorable. The smile seemed soft, no underlying flirtation to it, a genuine smile. It made Yoongi melt a little, flustered him. Though if he was being honest, any sort of platonic affection would fluster him. Hell, an eyesmile directed his way could leave him blushing like a student with their first crush. On the contrast, he couldn't stand most flirty advances, unless he was tipsy. He assumed it had something to do with his anxiety, but hey--not really the time to care.
Yoongi couldn't help the startled laugh at Jeonghan's reaction, genuinely believing he hurt the other's feelings for a moment. It was while he was floundering for a response he realized the other was smiling again, causing Yoongi to roll his eyes, a half-smile settling on his face. "Bravo, young actor."
Listening to Jeonghan's reasoning, along with that damned pout, Yoongi was almost completely tempted to give in. Almost. However, he wasn't actually sure about how much liquor Jeonghan could take, despite him claiming to be able to handle his alcohol, and he wasn't trying to risk both of their jobs. He pouted for a moment, trying to think of how to do this, checking the time on his phone to give him a moment to think. "Well...." He looked around, before sighing. "Fine. Only one though! We can actually drink after your shift is over." He reached for one of the stronger vodkas the bar owned, pouring two shots, one for each of them. Yoongi wasn't the best at holding his liquor, but one shot wouldn't get him tipsy. The club was practically empty, so why not?
Putting the bottle back, he handed Jeonghan his shot, the bartender lifting his own with a small smile. "To realizations, I guess," he chuckled at his own (pretty awkward) words, downing his shot in one go.
@min yoongi He might have gotten it wrong, the way Yoongi seems devastatingly uncomfortable to find his daytime colleague standing before him, because, though they aren't the best of friends, they could be counted as close acquaintances; Jeonghan's friendly demeanor fitting Yoongi's gentle one perfectly. Next, it occurs to Jeonghan that Yoongi could have figured his job title, considering how sensitive the bartender is towards details, and feels bothered by it. It is unlike Yoongi's easygoing ,or more accurately - careless, attitude, but hey, different individuals have different views and Jeonghan respects that.
However, those are merely empty guesses and Jeonghan knows better than to base his judgement on them.
Mustering his prettiest smile, not the practiced one he flashes his investing customers, but the innocent one he reserves for those he treats with the purest intentions, he nods fervently and earnestly. "Of course we're friends, Yoongi-chi!" His eyes slowly widen, displaying a look of mock indignation at the other's underlying doubt for their friendship, one hand clutching at his chest theatrically. "You... you didn't think that way?" He asks weakly, expertly wearing a dramatic mask of grief.
Coughing out a soft chuckle at his own acting, hoping it could at least thaw the frozen atmosphere Yoongi was previously in, he brushes back the disobedient fringes that fell over his eyes to tuck it behind his ear. "I do get them, but you know we're limited to only a few selected low-alcohol drinks. They didn't want us to be drunk when we're supposed to be working." His lips form a pout as he stares up at Yoongi with hopeful twinkles in his eyes. "I could hold my liquid pretty well- extremely well and it's been a loooooong time since I've had a taste of some spicy vodka, Yoongi-chi."
"Plus, there isn't much fish to cast my net on tonight, anyways." He waves his arm around, emphasizing his words by the lonely number of patrons littering the club. "Pleaaase?"
@kang daniel He has to admit, things took a turn towards a direction he hasn't entirely expected, thought he can't say it's undesired. Hell, this is the type of fun he has been craving for eagerly. Jeonghan doesn't, or can't, hide the tremble running through his slender frame when the other's hands glided up to capture his shoulders, every intimate touch igniting sparks of fiery lust to his senses. He bites his lips harshly to hold back a soundless gasp, shuddering when cold air caresses his exposed skin.
"Hmm." He hums, raising his hand and tapping a finger on his chin as he feigns a thoughtful look. "I can never say no to... /rougher/." At the last word, he grinds his hips teasingly, eyes twinkling with mischief. Catching one of Daniel's wandering hand, he detaches it from his neck and guides it down to his thighs, hardly containing a moan when his larger, warmer hand lies on his leg. "Go ahead. I'll make an exception for you tonight." He purrs and spurs him on by leaning in and brushing the tips of their nose together.
@yoon jeonghan Han was really beautiful. That was Daniel's conclusion as he watched the male slowly undressing in front of him. Even from the bar, where the two only saw each other's faces and a bit of the body, he knew this male would be a partner he would love to have on bed. His beauty was way too dangerous to be appreciated normally, but the hint of his club identity made it more attractive and fatal somehow. That's why he didn't say a word afterwards, just watching him as he ed those buttons that hold the piece of clothing on him, his fair and milky skin showing underneath, along with those collarbones that he wanted to sink his teeth in. But soon those lusty views weren't showing more of them when he realized the last button was left.
And with a clear pop sound, those pants fell to the carpet ground and his creamy thighs greeted his eyes. Daniel his bottom lip and watched as he stepped away from the garment, approaching him and finally setting himself onto his lap. The distance never that close and heaty, he looked down at the last button, shaking his head as he let it away. "Not now." He then slid his hands over his bare shoulders, pushing the light garment down his back, revealing his upper part. Showing a last smirk and raising a brow, he hummed. "Do you want it rough or rougher?"
@yoon jeonghan For a second, Yoongi would have thought he was wrong, what with the momentary silence, but the male in front of Yoongi's tone was enough to confirm. Holy hell, why was Jeonghan there,seemingly alone? It wasn't that Yoongi didn't see acquaintances at the club, it was just that it was always when he was off shift, so he could pretend that he didn't work there. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his job, he was more afraid of what his friends would say about his promiscuity, his way of flirting to get more tips out of people. He tried to shake off the impending panic, though his body language was already changing--eyes wide, shoulders tensed and hunched up to his ears, hands balled into fists at his sides.
"E-Er, yeah..," he muttered, still blinking rapidly. He tries to think, for a moment. Jeonghan was here, on a weekday, dressed in what was most definitely not club attire. If Yoongi squinted, he could make out the faint eye makeup, and when Yoongi looked at his attire again, he made two decisions. Either Jeonghan was a fellow bartender, which made no sense as Yoongi would have seen him already, or he was a stripper. It made sense to Yoongi-- Jeonghan was young, objectively attractive, and with the pay they both got, probably needed the extra money. No shame in it. Hell, if Yoongi was more confident in himself, he probably would too.
Yoongi was stiff for a moment, but his anxiety melted away when he realized just who he was talking to, sweet sweet Jeonghan. "I don't know, are we friends, Hannie?" He chuckled, running a hand through his hair before leaning onto the counter in front of Jeonghan, a habit of his. "Something tells me you'd get free drinks either way, Mr.Angelic Features." He didn't bring up figuring out Jeonghan's occupation as of yet, wanting the other (and himself, if he was being honest,) to get more comfortable with the situation first.
@kang daniel The deep baritone sends shiver down his spine, reverberating into his bones and leaving him slightly weak-kneed. It catches him off guard, really, how much reaction the taller male has managed to tease out from him, a professional stripper who'd lured many a lecherous men into his lair of sinful temptation. Not to say he dislikes it though, no. In fact, it piques him even more, wanting to push his limits to impress the other and be impressed.
"It'll be an unforgettable night." Jeonghan promises with an enticing smile as the choker drops on the carpeted floor with a soft thud. With his swaying to the rhythmic tempo, the stripper s his flimsy top but stops at the last one. Milky skin is exposed, along with a pair of delectable collarbone longing for teeth to sink in, to be marked and claimed. He flashes Daniel a playful grin before sliding his hands down towards the hem of his tight jeans. A popping sound can be heard as he unclasps the clutch that binds his slender waist and slowly shimmies out from his pants.
Stepping away from the heavy garment, Jeonghan approaches the judge of his performance and without a warning, takes his seat on Daniel's lap, creamy legs spread on either side of the taller male's thighs. "Looks like I need a little help tonight, sweetheart." He feigns a pout and captures the other's hand, bringing it away from his lips and down to the lone button that holds his shirt together. "Why don't you do the honors, hm?" He suggests invitingly, not unaware to how this mysterious man seems to set aflame his bare skin where the briefest of touch occurred.
@yoon jeonghan Daniel tilted his head as he watched an elegant smile spreading across Han's delicate features, their hands slowly connecting as their fingers laced together, heading their way along the hallway of rooms side to side. After finding a random vacant room, Daniel was pushed into the room gently and onto the comfortable long cushion seat, with Han then standing in front of him, the sound system playing a slow and sensual music starting the night for them. His gaze never leaving the male as he took off his choker, the action itself already bringing excitement to him.
"Do it slower, so I can remember every single detail." He smirked, the deep voice echoing in the room with the music, combining into the deepest sensation ever and penetrating into their mind. His fox-liked eyes following the stripper, not wanting to forget every single detail about it, his tongue brushing across his bottom lip without himself knowing.
@min yoongi "Yoongi." He breathes, momentarily stunned.
If his recognition sensor madly buzzing isn't proof enough, the soft tone hinted with glaring disbelief Jeonghan hears from the other's lips would be the solid confirmation. A turmoil of conflicting emotions assault his mind then; the surprise to find Yoongi behind the counter, the awkwardness of the venue in which they encounter, the curiosity towards Yoongi's job pinching at his nerves and the hope that the other might understand if he revealed his nocturnal activity.
"So, you're a bartender here?" Jeonghan almost slaps himself literally when he blurts out the question. As if Yoongi would be standing here, shaking cocktail mixtures for fun, he scolds himself inwardly. "Do I get a free drink as your friend?" He jokes, the twinkle in his eyes pairing his cheeky grin beautifully. The beverage would be free whether they are friends or not since Jeonghan is part of the staff, albeit his work requires him to be less dressed than Yoongi.
@yoon jeonghan Yoongi's night was, as per usual, uneventful. Hell, it was even more uneventful than usual. Usually he'd be able to at least have some 4 out of 10 hit on him, a bar fight to call security on, a sixteen year old trying to pass off their fake for a cocktail. That night? Nothing. Not one thing, and Yoongi was bored. It didn't help that the nightclub was even more dead than usual that night, few people there. Weekdays were always dead, but never this empty. Hell, he could actually hear people over the music for once! He groaned, leaning against the counter. He startled at the snapping (the fact that he could hear it made it even more obvious how empty the club was), head whipping up. He'd gotten accustomed to the lighting long, long ago, so making out features wasn't all that hard anymore. He still had to do a double take, because he knew damned well who the man in front of him was. To see him here, though...
"Jeonghan?"
@min yoongi Jeonghan pushes the topmost button through its slit and exits the room, locking the door behind him as he does so. He runs a hand through his sienna brown hair that cascades down to his petite shoulders, gaze chasing every occupant in the club for a sign of potential customer. None picks his attention nor do they seem interested in his service so Jeonghan figures he could reward himself a short break.
his dry lips, the pretty male decides that a drink would do him good as of the moment. Something strong, maybe, to get him through the remaining of his night. With a high tolerance for alcohol, that's enough to make him a little tipsy and that kind of liquid courage always turns Jeonghan into a natural in his job.
He approaches the counter with sure steps and slides onto one of the unoccupied seats, snapping his fingers in order to vie the bartender's attention. Barely aided by the poorly lit condition of the bar, Jeonghan squints his eyes to make out a familiar shock of minty hair and delicate, pale features.
The heavy gaze on his lips doesn't go unnoticed, and as if their little game of push and pull lacks a victorious score, Jeonghan yanks the metaphorical rope closer to him. His sinful tongue peeks out from between his lips to run it along the swollen seams, tasting the sweet remnant of the cherry.
His grin widens when a warmer, bigger hand lies atop his effeminate one and the single, desired answer left the pair of cupid's bows. Oh, how he wanted to kiss the smirk away.
"Well, then." Jeonghan smiles, as pleased as a cheshire cat finding its favorite toy could be. "Follow me, Daniel." He flips his hand and laces it with the taller male's, delicate fingers slotting perfectly between masculine ones before tugging their joined hands towards the dimly lit hallway of rooms. Entering one randomly, he pushes Daniel down onto the long cushion seats and retreats a few steps until he reaches a sound system behind him. Pressing two of its button starts a slow, sensual music, skipping the jazz one that he'd used for every customer's first time and onward to his all-time favorite.
Starting with his neck, he thumbs the fitting length of the choker, slipping a finger under the edge until he touches the clasp and pops it open, his suggestive gaze never leaving the taller male's as he drinks in the pulsing lust presented in those dark orbs.
@yoon jeonghan "Why thank you." Daniel showed a small smirk and squinted his eyes slightly as he watched Han enjoying his cold cherry from the cocktail. Those lucious lips looked nothing but sinful when in combination with that red, juicy cherry, that blood like tint that tainted the other's lips got him staring for quite a while. How weird, now it seemed as the night had turned way better with someone as company, at least for now he didn't want to head home in a hurry.
He looked into his shining eyes and a brow raised in both curiosity and amusement, which made him getting a clear hint of what Han did as a job. Daniel had to admit, he had never seen a male doing such jobs and not even expecting someone that beautiful to be the new definition of this lusty line. He covered his bigger hand on Han's on his jaw, those thin lips murmuring the password of the night.
"Daniel. Daniel. Daniel." Jeonghan repeats, the double syllabus rolling off his tongue with a faint pull of sinful sweetness and dangerous temptation. "What a handsome name befitting a handsome man." He chuckles lightly, plucking the cherry from his cold drink and securing it between his lucious lips as he les it mindlessly. He'd always had a weakness for these tiny red berries.
"The special circumstances whereby I strip down layer by layer until... you ask me to stop, Daniel. Though, I can't say I'm not curious what you're hiding behind these as well." Jeonghan purrs, a sneaking hand traveling north the other's shirt-covered chest with featherlight pressure. He's got to admit, he doesn't usually propose such a daring request. Typically, a stripper like him isn't required for any service other than being paid to be . But, somehow he's drawn to this lone prince of his own deserted island.
What a strange thought.
"What will it be tonight, Daniel? Han or Honey?" Jeonghan retrieves his hand but not before sliding up and trailing his finger teasingly along the taller male's strong jaw.
@yoon jeonghan Daniel's brow raised in amused as he watched the male sitting beside him, his eyes receiving those seemingly exaggerating actions by the male, which could be something he disliked in the usual, but rather something interesting for such a quiet night like this. He downed another shot of whiskey, the bitterness spreading in his throat, and watched as the latter ordered a cocktail for himself.
"Daniel." He remained a straight face and answered the question, waiting to see more of the male's actions. From what he was wearing, as he scanned, it didn't seem like he was a customer here. It didn't look like a uniform that the staffs were wearing too. It brought questions and Daniel was only curious to find out more to solve all those. As the captivating male leaned in, his soft voice almost caused a tingling feeling near his ear. Not only his looks were captivating, even his voice sounds soft and gentle. "Under special circumstances?" A small smirk climbed up the corner of his lips. "What kind of special circumstances would it be?"
Head slightly thrown back to reveal a creamy column of neck, Jeonghan lets out a string of soft chuckles, uncloaked by the gentle beats of the slow music that seems to fit the moment. "Cross my heart and hope to that every word came from a sincere heart." He shoots the other a playful wink as he clasps a hand theatrically over his chest. "I can't be the only one who sees it, am I?" Jeonghan quirks a brow and shakes his head, feigning sadness. "It would be a waste if it were so."
"Though, a free drink doesn't sound bad at all." Jeonghan muses loudly, grinning at the handsome male cheekily before gesturing for the bartender. "'Between the sheets'." He lifts a finger and names his cocktail order unabashedly, before turning his undivided attention back to his potential customer. "So, do I have the honor of knowing your name, gorgeous one?" He his head, a teasing smile lingering on his lips. "You can call me Han, or Honey. Though, latter is only available under special circumstances." Jeonghan leans in and the last two words are whispered into the shell of the taller male's ear.
@yoon jeonghan Daniel let out a small groan as he downed another shot of whiskey, his eyes staring down at those empty glasses which reflected the enchanting light from the bar, the glow almost blinded his eyes when he had been spacing out for too long. Tonight wasn't a night for drinking, but Daniel still came here as if it had become a part of his routine, which made him snicker at the thought of it. He couldn't see himself separating from this captivating night life in the soon future, but somehow he had been feeling tired of all of this, it was as if nothing could make him feel excited about clubbing anymore.
And another shot, he was ready to leave. Just as he took the replenished glass of whiskey from the bartender, he felt someone sliding into the vacant seat beside him. Slightly unpleasant at the sudden interruption, he turned to the incoming stranger with an icy look in his eyes. Long silky hair until the shoulders, eyes that shone brightly in the dim club, and that captivating smile on his thin lips. Daniel had to admit, he was a beauty. Raising a brow in amusement, he replied the question with a small smirk. "I hope you're not saying that to just let me buy you a drink."
@kang daniel The norm of a nightclub is when none of its space is unoccupied - packed with both the drunk and sober, though the former are a definite majority. Sadly, tonight is not those nights. Tonight's air is unusually fresh, with the number of patrons countable on Jeonghan's single hand and most of the staff slowly are crowding into a designated spot for casual chat or heated gossip. Jeonghan looks over to his own 'clique', a group of female strippers who turns their nose away as soon as his eyes settle on them. Envious that even a male worker could rake in as much cash as them from those men who desired their service, they never hesitate to show him just how ugly jealousy could morph into.
Oh, well.
Jeonghan breaks his gaze and searches for something healing to watch instead. Immediately, a foreign figure seated alone at the bar vies his attention. Tall, fair and handsome, with a notable icy look masking his features and hair messily arranged into an attractive style. Biting back a smirk, he approaches the man and slides onto the seat next to him, an alluring smile painted on his cherry lips as he rests his chin on his palm and elbow on the counter.
"Hey, gorgeous. You look like you might like some lovely company."
@kim mingyu *the music of the club lulls me as I weave through the crowd, wearing all black as I try to blend into the shadows, just like my cousin instructed me to do. Stay hidden. Stay unnoticed. This club was the only place I could go to throw off the cops who were chasing me*
just perfect... *I mutter while pushing my hand through my hair, shying away from any unnecessary body contact with the people around me-... which was hard considering a band was playing and the crowd was going nuts*
Ow! Hey! Don't grab me there! *I hiss as an uninvited hand latches onto my hip. Drunk people were impossible to reason with, as always.* I better move... *Groaning, I shove my way past a few more people, trying to escape the lecherous stranger, only to find that the crowd was getting rowdier the further I went.* What is going on?! *the answer becomes clear as i finally reach a dead end, being slammed up against the stage. Whether the reason for my loss of breath was from the impact or the person I saw standing above me, will forever remain a mystery* Mingyu...? *I whisper, barely able to speak as the crowd presses up behind me, everyone except for me reaching their hands up to the band, screaming for attention* It can't be...
