Trope (Minsung)

Caution of the Virgin

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Pathogens. They enter your system, multiply and destroy.

Minho is a pathogen, for lack of better analogies. He curses, uses violence in any situation, and smokes. Yes, Jisung recently discovered that Minho is an avid smoker.

The night was young, as it famously goes. Everyone was out in the streets tonight. Loud music poured out of the cars and buildings. Stray dogs barked for scraps.

While Minho smells good as hard as it is to admit, it didn't mean his city smelt good too.
These streets don't smell good.

On foot, Minho led Jisung into yet another establishment.

This one was different.

It had a fancy design, clean silver lines, expensive mahogany furnishings and all the works. Like an establishment James Bond would be found drinking aged scotch in.

Jisung began to feel uneasy noticing how underdressed he and Minho were for a place like this. Not that Minho wouldn't get away with wearing a garbage bag because of how conventionally attractive he is.

"Client? Doesn't look a regular" of course there's a bouncer, who is built like the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk.

The bouncer is wearing shades, it's dark out. Does this man have laser efficient eyes ?

Minho chuckles awkwardly, hit's the man's shoulder playfully, and replies a very unnecessary:

"He's my boy"

"Go on then" The bouncer grunts after staring Jisung down menacingly. Jisung always felt small in comparison to men in Boa. But the significant change is that he feels even smaller right now.

And just like that they were in. Into the sinfully gorgeous nightclub. Or whatever you call an esteemed place with a plethora of alcohols and platforms with poles. Filled with all types of people and socialites.

Platforms with poles.... Women on those poles, barely dressed and leaving nothing to imagination. Shiny revealing costumes accentuated the figure's of the strippers.

Jisung could have never imagined all this anyway. His breath hitches, getting caught in his throat as he and Minho walk further into this place.

Legs.Hips. Boobs. Butts.

All there for Jisung to see for the first time.
Of course he is swallowing his own spit. He is fidgeting with the hem of Minho's huge shirt that he is wearing.

Minho can't be planning on robbing this place too right?

"Damn....Is your first time seeing tits or something? Wait.... Don't tell me you're still virgin at your big age-

"No!" Jisung manages to say loudly enough over the slow sensual music.

He is. A virgin that is.

"Okay okay... I believe you" Minho laughs out. Jisung can tell that he is lying.

How funny it must be to laugh at Jisung's expense.

They reach a secluded area, labelled as VIP at its entrance.

Inside the VIP area is so dark and smells like whatever Minho was smoking prior to this. Only deem red lights illuminate the place. The red lights don't matter though. What matters is the man with a woman effortlessly grinding herself all over him while straddling him.

Her hair whips as much as a horses tail does when galloping.

Jisung looks at the floor once more tonight. His ears have never been this hot.