-"¡callarse la boca!" -"Hazme."

HeeSun: Infatuation

It's a well-practiced routine now.

And Heeseung has always favoured regularity over changes ever since he can remember.

His position at his workplace leaves him with little to no time to relax and unwind, so it was a surprise even for him when this became a regular after work activity.

Every Friday night, Heeseung finishes up his work earlier than usual, drives through the bustling Seoul nightlife, and arrives at the most high-end strip club in the city to see his favourite dancer.

Heeseung doesn't really remember how this turned into a regular thing for him so easily and seamlessly weaved it's way into his admittedly monotonous life. He thinks a colleague of his recommended the club, saying Heeseung will definitely not regret giving it a visit.

And he certainly didn't.

Heeseung expected some sleazy establishment in the filthiest corners of Seoul and cheap alcohol with a side of sordid fantasies playing out behind closed doors. Instead, he found him self in a luxurious setting that perfectly fitted his taste and preferences. Low, thumping music, secluded corners, expensive liquor, and excellent company. But, perhaps the best thing about the club is a certain stripper Heeseung has gotten to know quite well.

Heeseung swings both ways, but he can't deny that he likes boys just a little bit more. Don't get him wrong. Most of his long-term partners have always been female, but there's just something about boys that Heeseung can't get enough of.

It's just his luck that the club introduced him to one of the prettiest boys he has ever laid eyes upon. The said boy is always at the club on Friday nights, and as per usual, Heeseung is there to see him.

He's currently sat at the bar, sipping on a glass of scotch on ice. A few handful of people have approached him and attempted to strike up a conversation, but Heeseung isn't even a little bit interested. He already has someone to meet soon.

A few minutes later, Heeseung finally sees him step up to the stage, and almost instantly, an unconscious little smile tugs up the corners of his mouth.

Kim Sunoo, is what he said his name is. Heeseung never expected him to tell him that and thought he'd just give him a stage name or something. Sunoo, as Heeseung has discovered, is full of surprises, making his rather monotonous life a tad more eventful with every Friday that passes by.

It's no secret that Sunoo is one of the most alluring strippers the club has to offer. So, naturally, he has all eyes on him as soon as he comes into view.

Now, Heeseung doesn't know what makes a striptease good and worthwhile. All he knows is that Sunoo knows how to make himself look like the most desirable little thing to ever grace the earth.

Sharp, piercing eyes, a lithe and pliable body, long legs with plush thighs, the tiniest waist he's ever seen and an ass that never fails to make Heeseung's hands itch with the need to touch touch touch. Sunoo is a dream come true, almost a vision that's way too good to be real. God, Heeseung adores the fuck out of him.