"you remember your routine?"
jeonghan nodded his head at maeri, one of the girls who could count as something of a 'stylist', as he fixed his costume.
she pouted her lip out slightly as she held up strands of the young man's hair. "why'd you have to cut it?"
"it's minghao's fault."
a shocked gasp came from the other side of the room and a voice piped up. "it was not my fault! i swear!" a slim boy appeared from behind a clothing rack and flashed his most innocent look.
"sure, mr. 'i'll-just-cut-off-a-tiny-piece-of-hair-oh-no-i-cut-off-a-huge-chunk'."
minghao pouted and threw a small compact towards the young man and he effortlessly caught it. he huffed and muttered out a small "fuck you" before finally finding his clothes and heading to the changing room.
"i don't really feel like going out there, honestly," jeonghan complained. "it's the same people out there everytime."
"at least you're getting paid for it," minghao called out from the other room, the shirt he was previously wearing flying out and hitting the floor.
jeonghan rolled his eyes. "and barely at that."
maeri chuckled to herself before relaxing on one of the nearby chairs. "maybe you'll find yourself a sugar daddy one day."
"shit," minghao drawled. "that's what i need. matter of fact, i just need a glucose guardian, just anyone honestly."
"first of all, shut the fuck up minghao," jeonghan said, turning towards the boy and raising up a finger. he turned to face maeri. "and second, i kinda doubt that. so don't get my hopes up."
