Broken Dancer // Woosan

Jet

"Oh my god, you finally know how to dress!" Seonghwa beamed, staring at San's outfit. "This is what you should be wearing if you wanna get laid."

"Seonghwa, I wore this Sunday, remember? You picked it out."

"Oh, that's right. Duh." He lightly smacked his forehead and smiled. "We gotta take you shopping."

"How come he gets to wear normal clothes?" San nodded his head towards Yunho.

"Because I'm not here to get laid." He replied.

Truth be told, San wasn't sure if Yunho was straight. He just figured his friend came to have a good time.

"I'm not necessarily here for that either."

"No, this time we're gonna make it happen." Seonghwa nodded. "We're gonna get fucked up, then we're gonna dance, and then we're gonna find you a man to take home."

"I really don't wanna wake up tomorrow with a stranger in my bed."

"Then get a hotel." Mingi suggested.

"We'll see." San sighed, knowing his friends wouldn't take no for an answer.

Thanks to Hongjoong, the four of them were about to get into Cyberpunk for free. As long as they're with Seonghwa of course.

"Hey, baby." The blue haired bartender smiled, pouring a drink for someone.

"Hi." Seonghwa instantly blushed.

"San, I've been told to get you obnoxiously drunk tonight."

"Not surprised." The English professor sighed.

The music was loud, the club was crowded with sweaty men, the strippers were getting thrown cash left and right. It was a successful Friday night for Cyberpunk. And so far, it seemed like a successful night for Choi San as well.

"Come dance with me." Seonghwa smiled, then took San's hand.

"Hongjoong, don't kill me." He slurred, unable to stop laughing.

"Have fun." The bartender waved.

While Mingi and Yunho continued to drink at the bar, the other two made their way to the dance floor.

"A lot of guys are staring at you, you know." Seonghwa smirked, swaying his hips while holding the back of San's neck.

"I like him." San pointed to the stripper that was on all fours with his back arched as men shoved money inside his pants.

"I thought you weren't into strippers."

"He's pretty." All sense of morality, and half his vision, had left him. Hongjoong made sure to give San the strongest alcohol he had available, and it worked just the way they planned.

"Go tell him." Seonghwa smirked, wanting to see if his drunk friend had the guts to do something so bold.

"I will." He nodded, then walked near the stage. "Hey, you." He pointed.

"Yeah?" The stripper smiled, immediately noticing how intoxicated the man was.

"Wanna get outta here?"

"I'm working."

"I'll pay you."

The glitter covered stripper kneeled down in front of San, examining him closely. He figured there would be no way he'd remember their time together so it wouldn't hurt to do it just this once.

"Okay." He smiled, then hopped off the stage. San followed him towards the bar, struggling to keep up. "Hongjoongie, tonight is a special night for me."