Blood Dance (Chanjin/Hyunchan)

Chapter 1: Question

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Warning: Mature themes, mentions of smoking, hints of SA (nothing graphic)

Wordcount: 5.6 k

~Five Years Later~

Author's P.O.V

Red lights.

Flecks of which let themselves get subsumed in the darkness of the room. The golden chandelier's reflection scattered through the air making the ice in the whiskey glasses sparkle like diamonds almost daringly.

For light wasn't allowed at a place like this. A place where the hearts of visitors are as dark as the ambience. At least the hearts that can beat on their own that is.

Puppet like waiters and waitresses dressed in thin shimmery clothes that barely covered their skin, and heavy makeup that bejeweled the unilluminated space, with trained smiles on their faces, walked around in high heels carrying trays of drinks and cigars to the audience sitting around the round tables facing the elevated dance floor across the bar.

The audience on the other hand, all covered and suited up. Yet...neither those expensive fabrics could hide the souls they tore nor their branded shoes could curtain the dignities they stomped on. The lust in their eyes, the sickness in their smiles and the ill intention in their touches as their fingers "mistakenly" grazed across the thigh of a puppet. A puppet made for their entertainment. That's what the audience perceived them as anyway.

But these puppets were simply workers, moving prettily to attract guests with stuffed wallets inside an illegal downtown night club called the 'Midnight Haze'. These workers would accept the touches or maybe a kiss or two on the back of their hands. Nothing more could be asked from them with or without money. The audience knew that. These puppets were just for show.

The puppets were also human. Although the audience would laugh at this thought.

A sigh got swallowed into the sultry music being played on the piano at a corner of the club. The sigh had escaped from the lips of man in an all black tuxedo, standing against the entrance which was still half open. That is until a guard threw the man an annoyed look and shut the door completely.

The man sighed again. His fingers embellished with silver rings ran through his golden hair strands. His brown eyes surveyed the place trying to find the table he was supposed to approach.

A third sigh emerged from his chest. With one hand he opened another button of his shirt which in turn slightly exposed his honey tinted chest to onlookers. The other hand reached down his trouser's pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. He held the smoking tube between his teeth and clicked the torch at it's other end. But before the flames could touch the tobacco, the phone in his other pocket rang aloud.

A curse rolled out of his tongue before it poked the inside of his jaw. The cig and lighter returned to their original place in the man's pocket as he brought the ringing device to his ear after answering it.

"You went to meet those people, didn't you?" A calm but cold voice came from the other side of the call line.

"One doesn't ask questions they already know the answer to." The blonde man retorted nonchalantly.

"Chan hyung-"

"Minho-ah don't you have a surgery to perform? You must be busy." Chan said, making it clear that he was in no mood to talk.