Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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Casting one last flirtatious glance over his shoulder, the ravenette sauntered off the stage. Having just finished his performance, the crowd that had gathered to watch him had not yet dispersed to find other fantasies to spend their evenings and earnings swooning over. He could still feel their gazes fixated on him and he swayed his hips teasingly as he finally disappeared behind the curtains. 

A lazy smirk spread across his glossed lips. He was aware of the kind of effect he had on people or at least the effect his body had. It would be a waste of his time and energy to deny the fact that he was attractive and he knew that. How could he not when it was all nearly everyone said about him?

The clothes he was wearing that evening only accentuated his appearance, making him look nothing short of stunning. The silk shorts that hugged his waist barely skimmed his thighs, leaving nought to the imagination. Not that his audience had to imagine anything if they wanted, all it took was for them to show up with the right amount of cash and he would bend to their any desire.

He hadn't always possessed this level of obedience though, but he had learned over the years that it was best not to voice his preferences and, in his case, keep his mouth wide open. If he did so then he didn't have to worry about any punishments that would follow his disobedience. People often had a habit of getting annoyed when he didn't listen and it didn't take much for them to become aggressive.

Thankfully, that show had been his last for tonight, meaning, in a few short minutes, he would be able to relieve himself of his shorts, if one could even call them that, and the cropped lace top paired with them. The latter, which was one of his personal favourites, had been expertly angled so that it revealed the stud piercing his nipple to which he had attached a delicate silver chain, matching the other piercings upon his figure.

He smirked upon remembering how his audience's hungry faces had lit up with expressions of shock when they'd caught sight of that particularly teasing accessory. It only took seconds for them, once again, to become filled with lust, the reasoning behind which was obvious. Their greedy minds were probably envisioning all of the naughty things they could use it for; use him for. They needed to pick up their game, however, if they wanted to impress him for his nights were growing repetitive and their lack of imagination wasn't helping.

The neon lighting faded to a subdued amber as he made his way to the changing rooms. His tired eyes were grateful for the change, the flashes of bright LEDs were enough to give anyone a headache and he'd been under their glare for the past three hours. He was careful not to trip on the loose step he had discovered the previous week, having watched his colleague not-so-gracefully fall over it.

Said man was lounging on a velvet sofa when he entered the room, his shock of crimson hair almost blending in with it. It was a large space but multiple dressing tables, closets, and various other random furnishings made it appear less so. Creative chaos was what they preferred to call the mass of accessories and bric-a-brac that coated most of the surfaces.

"Jimin," the redhead called out, immediately standing up to greet him with a brief hug, "How it is that you still smell gorgeous despite having danced almost nonstop all evening?"

"As if I would tell you, Hobi," he scoffed at the elder, earning a playful shove in return.

"Not really sure the nickname 'Angel' fits your feisty little self very well," Hoseok continued, "I mean, seriously, how do you fit so much violent energy into such a tiny body without exploding?"

Jimin glared at him. The elder fell back dramatically onto the plush cushions and grabbed at his chest, groaning faintly.

"Your foul gaze wounds me, oh tiny one, begone with your elfish self before the damage you inflict upon my beautiful body is beyond repair."