𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 || Seoksoo

run away | 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟾

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦,
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥"
~Heaven's cloud

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It was a weekend, so Joshua decides to take Dokyeom to a club that one of his mafia friend owns, obviously to show off his pretty boyfriend to the men there.

They are sitting in Joshua's shiny black mustang. Joshua is wearing black pants and a fitted white shirt. Dokyeom wanting to match with him, secretly went to change into black pants and a white shirt too.

"You know the rules, Dokyeom. What happens tonight, stays tonight. Understand?" Joshua looks over to him while driving, his eyebrows raised in question. "I understand." Dokyeom nods.

Joshua chuckles, a wicked glint sparking in his expression as he takes a sharp turn, the tires screeching in protest. "Good boy. Now, I got a surprise for you, Dokyeom. You're gonna love it." He says, his words laced with a sinister undertone, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel in anticipation. "We're headed to this exclusive club downtown, invite-only, and I managed to snag us a VIP table. You're gonna meet some new friends, and maybe even make some deals."

He frowns at Dokyeom's silence and shoots him a sideways glance, his gaze lingering on those full lips before snapping back to the road.

Soon they reach the club and he gets off the car, Dokyeom gets off after him and walks to his side. Joshua offers Dokyeom a hand and he takes it. "You stick with me, and I'll make sure you have a night to remember." He shoots Dokyeom a wink, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip as he leads him towards the entrance, the bouncer nodding in recognition as they approach the entrance.

Joshua pushes past the velvet rope, his broad shoulders parting the sea of people as he makes a beeline for the VIP section, Dokyeom clinging to his arm like a lifeline. "Yo Vernon! My man!" Joshua approaches the man, his mafia friend who owns the club, slapping the handsome guy on the back as he exchanges a few words, Dokyeom getting lost in the shuffle as Joshua works the room like a pro.

"Alright, babe, you want a drink?" He turns to Dokyeom, still holding his hands tight.

Dokyeom nods and looks around, spotting the bar a few feet away from them, he lets go of Joshua's hand and walks to the counter. Joshua eyes Dokyeom's retreating back, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he follows him to the bar, his presence commanding attention from the surrounding patrons. "Hold up, sweetheart, lemme get that for you." He interrupts the bartender, tossing a hundred-dollar bill on the counter as he orders a whiskey on the rocks for himself and a vodka cranberry for Dokyeom. "You know better than to order for yourself, babe. That's my job." He hands Dokyeom his drink, his fingers brushing against his. Dokyeom takes a sip of his drink, avoiding eyes with Joshua.

Joshua takes a swig of his whiskey, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You look different today, too pretty actually. Almost makes me wanna take you home and spank that pretty ass of yours." He says it loud enough for nearby strangers to overhear, a few of them shooting Dokyeom sympathetic glances. "But we gotta pace ourselves, babe. Got a whole night ahead of us, and I got plans." He sets his glass down, his gaze locking onto Dokyeom's. "You ready to dance? Show these people how it's done?"

Dokyeom looks up nervously. "Huh? I don-

Joshua cuts him off. "Aw, come on babe, don't be shy. You're not gonna embarrass me in front of all these people, are you? I thought we had an understanding - you do what I say, when I say it. And right now, I'm saying we're gonna go out there and own that dance floor." He grabs Dokyeom's wrist, his grip like a vice as he starts pulling him towards the pulsating lights and thumping bass.