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The Drugs Aren't Necessary

Choi Yeonjun was a renowned solo artist around Seoul, he wanted to take a break from the hectic life he has there for awhile. That is why here he is, in a random club in Los Angeles, drinking and dancing for the last 3 hours. He asked for a whole week vacation from his manager, who gladly agreed. He traveled by himself, and it is his first day here in Los Angeles.

He sits back on a stool at the bar, too dizzy to continue dancing.

"One more tenquila please." He says in a thick english-korean like accent. The bartender nods, walking away to get another drink for him.

"What is a pretty man doing here all alone?" Yeonjun tilts his head towards the direction of the voice. The man looked korean, his smile creating dimples at the corners. He had blonde hair, wearing a black suit like he had just been from a funeral, and is definitely taller than Yeonjun if he could stand up from where he is sitting beside him right now.

"What is a random korean man doing here alone?" Yeonjun asks in english, he doesn't want to use his native language in the states. He thinks that it'll sound lame since he's not in korea. The blonde man laughs, his whole face crinkling cutely like he had just said the funniest joke on the planet.

"I'm on a business trip, my meeting just ended." He takes a sip of his drink. He looked really classy, a businessman in the middle of a loud club. It makes him looks so out of place.

"My name is Soobin Choi." He introduces himself, smiling at Yeonjun. It took a moment for him to process the man's words, but he eventually replied after taking one shot of his drink and swaying a bit more.

"YJ Choi, the korean artist? Do you know me?" The man laughed again, its starting to feel like he's mocking Yeonjun. Yeonjun frowns at his reaction, scoffing and chooses to stand up.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me~ you don't know who you're talking to~ I sweep off sooooo many men and women off their feet with my voice. You probably only sit down on boring business meetings." If there was one thing about the almighty Choi Yeonjun, it was that he always starts scandals. If this goes on the headline news tommorow morning, he won't be surprised.

"Yeah? Show me then." Soobin straightens up in his seat, waiting for Yeonjun to put on a show. Yeonjun stumbles towards the man, laying on his chest because of how wasted he is right now. He looks up at Soobin, looking at him from upclose made him forget what he was mad about a few moments ago from how handsome the man is. He's almost like a real life creation of Jack Frost, well in his opinion.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Yeonjun asks strarightforward, he doesn't want to waste this opportunity with such a handsome guy. If he's lucky he could carry his child, flex back to his manager that he has the sperm of a handsome businessman that will bring him success one day.

"I don't see why not?" Soobin stands up from his seat, putting an arm around Yeonjun's waist and drapping his other arm around his shoulder. Yeonjun was right, he is tall, taller than he had expected Soobin to be. He's almost being lifted from the ground, despite Soobin already crouching. Don't get Yeonjun wrong, he's a tall man too. Only that Soobin is more taller, a head taller than him.

"Let's go to your hotel."

"How did you know I own a hotel?" The response Soobin said had suddenly made him more wet than he already is. He groans at the feeling, squeezing his legs together and tripping into the passenger seat.

"You're not just a businessman, you're a CEO." Yeonjun replies in korean this time, he ran out of english from drinking too much according to him. His vocabulary now flooding with his own native language and the english words filtered out.

"Luxury Pleasure, that's mine." He even owns one of the best hotels in Seoul, how lucky can he get? Yeonjun breathes in the air of the car, the smell like a mix of masculine perfume and the aroma of a comforting bedroom that's newly cleaned. He leans back on his seat as Soobin fixes his seatbelt before starting the car.