He was a Punk. He did Ballet. |nomin|

Sixteen

A/N: Hi lol Content warning, this chapter is a little smutty <3 

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It was 2am that very same night.

A few miles past The Solstice was a mixed-use building. The upper levels were apartments rented out by tenants, and on the ground floor wasn't a store... but a small strip club. It was 2am which meant that it was closing time, and lots of people were walking out.

There were beer bottles and plastic cups left on the bar, and the chairs weren't pushed in. The private rooms had hookahs and trays with left over cocaine on them from previous use. The air was hot and muggy from the amount of people partying and... well, doing other things. In the middle of the dance floor was a stage with four poles reaching from the floor to the ceiling. There were also piles of dollar bills on the stage which the staff had to collect for their boss.

Their boss, otherwise known as Mark.

The young entertainers had gone off to their dressing rooms to fix up their hair, their makeup, change out of their clothes. The men and women talked about the night, how fun it was, who they thought was cute, and old dudes who kept trying to hit on them... among other things. But one of the entertainers planned on talking to his boss instead.

That entertainer was Donghyuck... infamously known as Haechan.

He, like everyone else, was dressed in a lacy lingerie body suit. On his legs were fishnet stockings and kinky boots that make him appear taller. The one thing he always wore the most was his choker, because he knew it made him look cute at the same time.

After taking a moment to count his thick rack of money earned for the night, Donghyuck giddily ran out. He took a flight of stairs up to the second floor, and approached an apartment. It was unlocked for him. Getting inside, Donghyuck frolicked into the home. "Oh, Mark!" he called, wondering what his boss- actually, his lover- was doing.

And that's when he saw him: Mark himself was at the dinner table, talking business with four other men. There was an ashtray full of their cigars, a few medium-sized boxes with drugs in it and a pile of money. So Donghyuck knew that this was an important meeting.

But did he care? Absolutely not.

"Hey, baby." Donghyuck greeted, catching everyone's attention. He leaned on the wall with one hand on his hip. The men turned to gawk at the only male in the room with lingerie on.

Mark was already over it. "Donghyuck! Why are you in here?" he asked. "I'm in the middle of something."

"We need to talk."

Mark sat back and sucked his teeth in annoyance. "It can't fucking wait? Go tell Jungwoo about it!"

"Jungwoo is busy having a one-night stand with some married rich guy." Donghyuck grinned. "So, no. I can't wait. It's important."

"Oh for crying out loud." Mark rolled his eyes. Then, he told the other men that they can finish this meeting in the morning. It was late anyway, and Mark was tired. So the other men agreed and left the home one by one. And as they left, Donghyuck made kissy noises.

Now, they were alone.

"The fuck do you want?" Mark grumbled as he picked up the money and counted it.

Donghyuck folded his arms with a pout. "Where have you been all night? You missed my show."

"I was busy."

"But you always watch me. I missed you."

"What, are you high or something?! You think I wanted to watch after the little stunt you pulled?!"