Un-united/ un-titled

Chapter 1

The dance crew was significantly less important than the face of the popular company BTS. I lived on scraps if you could even call it that. I had no worldly possessions. No clothes. No money. I was constantly being kicked out of disgusting group homes because I couldn't afford the measly rent. The only money I was making was from the dance group and my pimp.

I needed to sell myself to get through life. I was sold at quite high prices at first and I thought I could pay my debts and get a home one day. I started getting paid a little less every time so I would work more. Until I was barely offered food let alone money. The only thing I had left was this Dance job.

I would Practice at a gym and this gym was spotless and had beautiful showers and locker rooms it even had a goddamn fountain. Since I worked for the company I had a full member ship and this gym was open on all holidays from 4am to 11pm every day of the year. I would be able to shower and sleep right before we practiced and I completely went unnoticed. I quickly made friends with the night guard who let me sleep in his office from 11:30pm to 4am when he worked. Our group would practice 4 times a week during the day or night or every day if there was an upcoming event.

On that Monday morning I woke up at 4:00am  by the security guard finishing his shift. I left the building to have a quick smoke break and returned by 4:15. I checked in through the front desk and I quickly made my way to the showers.

Nobody was here yet so I took the biggest shower. It has a glass wall that separated the showers and the lockers. This glass wall made it quite awkward when others were in here.

I took of my shirt and my only pair of pants and underwear. I threw them in the shower with me. They smelt terrible and this was the only way I could afford to was them. I stepped in the shower, the cold tiles stung my feet. I turned on the water, it instantly turned on and a cold stream of water poured down my back. It warmed up after a few seconds. the hot water felt great against my tired body. Luckily someone left a bar of soap and a half full bottle of shampoo. Score!

After washing my body and the stained dirty  water went down the drain. I picked up my shirt knelt down in the shower and scrubbed my clothes. This was one of those gyms where they played terrible music in the showers. I made it through almost 7 songs before the dirt stains in my clothes where not as noticeable as before. I had a grey shirt and black pants. The pants where full of rips but that was the style these days.

I opened the door of the shower that was covered in condensation to the point in which you could not see through the glass. I stuck my head out the shower thankfully there where no men in here. I noticed a pair of shoes and a black shirt on the bench nearest to me. There was a note that read

"Keep em' it's on me" with a quickly drawn smiley face on the back.

"Hello?" I vocalized hoping to see who gave me these

With no response i grabbed my other clothes that were sopping wet on the ground. I needed to dry them before I could wear them again. There was a small hand dryer on the wall. I pushed the button and hung my pants on the dryer itself so I would not need to hold them. I sat on the floor under the hair dryer for a while so my hair could dry also. I needed a hair cut because as my hair was blown in the warm air and it kept getting into my eyes.

I was standing naked in the middle of the locker room and I figured people would start coming in soon so I grabbed the shirt that some left hopefully it was for me. They must have put it in there while I was in the shower?
I smiled at the thought of someone seeing me in the shower. I put on the dry shirt and it was a loose fit but I enjoyed the soft fabric as I felt it against my lips. The shirt stoped about mid thigh. So I could wait until my pants where dry before putting them on. A few older men filled the room and the glass shower...ew. I put on my underwear and pants that where still a little damp and left. It would be difficult to sit in the damp clothes all day. I grabbed my backpack and my hoodie and I put the shampoo and bar of soap in my bag on the way out.

I put on the new white shoes and they where a perfect size 255mm. I still thought about the person that gave me these shoes. Do I know them?

This gym has impeccable air condition and the fabric of my pants and underwear cooled quickly. I put on my hoodie but I could not  warm up. One of the younger men came out of the locker room he must have only been 25 years old, a few years older than me. He sat beside me and subtly handed me a large amount of money while looking me in the eyes. I instantly knew what he wanted.

"I-i don't want to do it. It right now... thank you for the shoes thought" I said shyly avoiding eye contact as I stared at the floor

"That's fine...I didn't touch you're shoes baby" he gave a smirk as those words left his tongue.

"These are fine..." as he raised my chin and felt my lips with his thumb as he stood up

"Your hands are really soft" the boy said as he looked down at his pants. He led me out to one of the private rooms. And he began rubbing  my body through my clothes while taking off his.

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I fell I'm going to be judged by writing this :(
I'm basing this on my own experiences so if you got any good ideas and tips hmu.