Fairy Tale Bliss

Chapter Three

Jun chuckled, using his uppermost charm on this man. Apparently this was the boss of the club, the man who ran it. He looked old, in his forties, maybe later. Jun, however, looked quite young and striking. He had changed out of his skinny jeans and into dress pants and a sweater. All to look more... Well, rich to put it lightly.

"So, you really want to buy this dump?" The man asked, raising his eyebrows and motioning with his hand vaguely. Jun was trying to strike a deal to buy the club, unfortunately, he didn't know what amount of american dollars was a lot. So, it was hard to negotiate. 

"Yes. I would love to take it off your hands. I could clean it up a bit, install new lights that would really spice this place up." Jun said as they made their way to the bar. There was an oddly dressed man sitting with his head down while the bartender gave him amused looks. Jun wasn't paying attention to that, though, he was focused solely on the man he had learned was named Jarelot.

"How much are you going to give me for it?" Jarelot asked, crossing his arms over his chest. This was the hard part.

"How much do you want for it? How's ten million sound?" Jun shot out a random number that sounded kind of large. And, judging by the mans widening eyes, it must have been large indeed.

"Ten million? Really? You have that kind of money? But you're so young! Why do you even want Cacahuete so badly?" Jarelot asked, shocked that Jun would be willing to throw so much money away just to buy a club.

Jun had been thinking about this since the first time he came to Cacahuete two years prior when they were on tour. He had wanted the club since. And, now that he'd be in America for some time, he finally put his plans into motion. Dancing was his passion, it was his favorite part about being in U-Kiss. So, owning a dance club was like a dream for him. 

"I love this place. No, not because I'm gay." Jun chuckled. "I love dancing. I know that the people who work here do it because they don't have the money so I want to make this place more of a home for them. Maybe add a bunking area for the workers to sleep if it's that bad. I don't know, I just want to help some people out." Jun admitted truthfully, leaning on the bar beside the weirdly dressed tuxedo man and looking at Stephen. 

Hanh, the weirdly dressed tuxedo man, was panicking. Jun was going to buy the club? No, no, Jun could never know about him working there. In his panic, Hanh knocked his knee off the top of the table and groaned in pain, instantly earning the attention of Jun.

"Are you alright, sir?" Jun asked, unaware that this was his friend from before. Hanh nodded, not wanting to speak and reveal himself. His face was still hidden by his arms, so he figured there was no chance of Jun recognizing him.

"It's a deal, then. But, I want to have some time first. Their last paycheck and shipment of products is on the thirteenth. So, after that, this place will be yours." Jarelot interjected, holding his hand out for Jun to shake. Jun broke his attention from the man with his head down, smiling. He had to resist from cheering out loud, shaking them mans hand and bowing his head in appreciation.

"Feel free to stay and enjoy yourself. If you want a lap dance or any other private business with the boys, tell them Jarelot demands their best and he'll be watching." Jarelot said, patting Jun on the back before making his way back to his office to clear some things up. 

When Jun looked back to the man that was sitting beside him, he was gone.

***

Hanh had made well sure that he slipped out of there as soon as they were both distracted. He had to get back to his job, but he couldn't reveal himself to Hanh. So, he went into the locker rooms.

 "Minh, I need a mask. I know you bring masks with you to hide who you are. Please, for the love of god, please give me one." Hanh begged the mute boy, panic in his voice and face. Minh raised his eyebrows in curiosity, looking at Hanh's outfit before taking out a red mask to match the bow on his outfit.

"There's someone here that I know. He can't see who I am. Are you sure he won't be able to tell?" Hanh asked, putting the pretty red mask on and looking through the cutout eye holes. It was like a masquerade ball mask. Looking in the mirror, Hanh studied himself to make sure there was nothing recognizable about himself. He just looked like any Asian. That was good, he told himself.

Hanh had never heard a word spoken by Minh, so he safely assumed Minh was mute. Actually, everyone assumed that. So, all Minh did was nod to Hanh's question.

"Thank you. I'll put it in your bag when I'm done." Hanh said, fixing his hair before making his way back out of the locker room and to his pedestal. The man that had taken over for Hanh looked frustrated, sending Hanh a glare. Hanh was almost ten minutes late.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed to the man, earning an eye roll. The first thing Hanh did when he climbed up was look in the crowd for Jun. Jun was still sitting at the bar, his eyes scanning over the people and even the dancers.

"What are you doing? Dance!" Hanh jumped when Stephens hand came down on the stage by his feet and he realized he had just been standing there like an idiot. He swallowed thickly and nodded. Okay, you can do this, he reminded himself. 

And, with that, he began dancing again.

***

Around five in the morning, Hanh was let go. He had taken off the accessories and put on his sweatpants and sweatshirt over his tuxedo underwear, pulling his old, dirty, converse back on. Since he had no car, he began walking down the street with his duffle bag swung over his shoulder. 

It was quite nice out that night. It wasn't freezing but it also wasn't hot. The sun was beginning to rise so the streets were slowly beginning to illuminate themselves. He pushed his hair up and off his forehead, blowing out a breath of air.

He was sweating from the exercise that was dancing, his body aching and protesting. Twenty minutes into the walk, he heard a car coming but thought nothing of it.

"Hanh?"