The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 1

65 🩺 That Isn't...

San was slightly annoyed at himself. After leaving uni, he'd been stopped from leaving by a friend, and it was somehow unsurprising that he'd been caught up in getting dragged to the club afterwards. It wasn't so much the company that he disliked, so much as the place they were going. Sure, there were times where he wouldn't mind it, but he was exhausted and just wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep.

Sandwiched into the back of the round shaped booth along the wall, trapped in by five other guys from his class, he wondered how long an 'acceptable' amount of time to stay was before he could excuse himself.

Glancing around the club, San could hear the music booming up from the dance floor on the lower floor. Thank God they don't want to dance, San thought. But is here any better?

Here, were tables and booths everywhere, with skimpily dressed women and men walking around serving drinks and lap dances and god knew what else. The vibe was quite a margin more relaxed than the strip club and dance floor downstairs. This floor had somewhat suggestive chill music playing, and mood lighting that drowned everything in a reddy-purple light. If anything, the vibe music was kind of sending San to sleep. But alas, he did his best to stay part of the conversation the boys were having.

That was, until a certain figure caught his attention...

San squinted through the low lighting and past the other staff and patrons to a particular person further to the centre of the room...

A particular male...

He was dressed in black booty shorts and a skimpy crop top that barely covered his nipples, a crystal navel piercing and belly chains that twinkled under the lights, and his pale legs were adorned with thigh high fishnet stockings attached to a harness that snugly clung to his waist and hips. His neck had a black collar that complimented his smoky makeup around his eyes...

... Those eyes that he'd just recently spent a night staring into at a restaurant table, a public bathroom, and a coffee shop mocha...

San ducked suddenly, shading his face to a voice being seen. He could barely believe his own eyes. Surely, Wooyoung wasn't working at a named and certified strip club...

'San, my man! You look like you need another drink.'

San glanced up to see Kai staring directly at him from the edge of the booth. He tossed a few bills down across the table to him. 'Why don't you go buy us next round.

Bam Bam and Jackson who were sitting blocking the way, stood to let him out, leaving him with no option other than to just do it.

Taking the bills, San ruffled his hair down over his eyes. 'Back soon,' he murmured, making his way over to the bar.

Turning strategically to avoid being seen or recognised, San somehow miraculously made it to the bar. Telling the bartender what they wanted, he waited for them to be made and put onto a platter while he glanced around.

And just when San thought that he'd lost sight of Wooyoung, he turned to see the boy at a table just behind where he was.

San ducked his head down, looking out through his lashes at him.

Wooyoung was leaning erotically over some guy, dragging his finger down his cheek before blowing him a kiss and then turning to make his way on his painful looking heels towards the staff corridor just behind the bar.

When he thought he was just out of sight, he seemed to drop his demeanour within half an instant and pulled out the bills that had been tucked into the hems of his thigh highs and shorts. He counted it once, and then again, before turning and letting his head knock back against the wall, making sure to knock it back a few times for good measure. He lifted his arm up over his eye, before suddenly gasping and removing it immediately, obviously regretting it. He dabbed with his finger tips at his eye makeup before rolling his eyes at himself.

And San suddenly didn't know what to think. All of his drinks had already been made, but he didn't pick them up just yet.

Instead, he watched as Wooyoung rolled his ankles like they hurt and fanned himself like he was hot, and as he pulled at the collar around his neck like it was too tight, he huffed and pushed into the staff room, disappearing from sight.

San felt torn. What was a person with a full time job doing working at a strip club at night for, when they apparently weren't too stoked at the idea themselves? Why was he putting himself through that, when he clearly wasn't bouncing up and down with excitement for it...

San picked up the tray and turned to make his way back to his table.

At first glance, San had felt surprised to see Wooyoung. Maybe even a little hurt...

But now, he just felt sad for him...

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Oop - It's starting. Lol, at chap 65. wtf this is going to become one of those soap opera that never end lol