Kyungsoo was at the beginning of his shift. He worked at a night bar, one of those with deafening music, many corpses dancing without control, many women and as much alcohol as you can get. Glamorous? Hell yes, as glamorous as a piece of pizza that has been in the refrigerator more than it should. It was cold, dull and potentially dangerous for your health. The only thing he was grateful for, it was that his job wasn't in the club itself, but in the backstage. He scrubs glasses, refills bottles, clean mops, swipes floors and whatever chore his lovely boss would tell him to do. Only from time to time he was needed on the dance floor to pick up the empty glasses with a huge tray. He was proud of his balance. He'd had hate to serve drinks, though he didn't have the chance (or the inclination) because as his boss told him every other night, he wasn't enough.
He wasn't enough tall, handsome, bubbly or attractive in any way the customers here seemed to be accustomed to. He was perfectly fine with not being at the counter or serving drinks at the private rooms. He already had his share of teasing and touching customers before. No thanks, one time was enough.
Kyungsoo was, for a better word to say it, a small man. It was true he wasn't tall, aaaaat all. He was average at the very least. He was a quiet person, serious by nature and not very well at the magic art to socialize. But he wasn't a solitary man, he had friends (a few well-chosen friends) and he had the same interest in people as the others, not women though, they've never had the same effect in him as men would. Well, he was at peace with this part of him long ago even if his father wasn't. He threw him out of his house when he confided in him.
Wrong move, he thought. He moved into an apartment if you can call it that, in a very questionable part of the city. His savings and his part-time job didn't give him for more.
Wrong move, again. As he was a small fellow and quite young, people said that he was cute and pretty (he considers himself very manly, thank you very much) with his big eyes and plump lips, he used to get a lot of teasing at his job (another questionable night bar where no one seemed interested in his age) and a few pinches on his thighs in a while, not because he was extremely desirable, Kyungsoo used to think it was all about control and power. No worries, he only needed to be careful and he was able to avoid the insistent ones until the night he quitted his job.
Oh man! That was a tough night.
No, it didn't happen what you are thinking, thank god, but what happened wasn't any better either. He rejected a passionate and insistent customer (no, he did not give anyone a blowjob, no matter how much money you are willing to throw at me). Then was when he noticed the first punch. He didn't really felt the ones who followed the first. What he did notice however were the surgeries it was needed it to mend him. He still had the scars. That's another thing he didn't like about working on the dance floor. Sometimes the workers have to unbutton their shirts, just a couple buttons to spice things up a bit or to get a few extra bucks in the tip but he has a pretty disgusting scar that went through his left shoulder to his collarbone, and he didn't want to let anyone see that.
Anyway, his job suited him the best, his boss was a bit of an asshole and a very rude person, but he cared about his employees in questions that really matter. He didn't have to do extra hours, which was really important cause he had classes in the morning, he was paid at time and his boss was a security freak, so Kyungsoo was content with his job.
When you worked behind the curtains you didn't usually see any customers unless they took a wrong turn while looking for the bathroom or if they were friends with the boss. Kyungsoo knew a few of the regular customers, either for helping them more than once or because they were acquaintances from outside the club. He was friendly with one of the VIPs, or rather the VIP was friendly with him, he didn't know why but he always seemed to be gentle and a bit clinging when he came at the club alone. This should worry him, but Kyungsoo didn't sense danger in him, so he let him be. Sehun was younger than him, slim, blonde and as quiet as he was. But he saw him always like a puppy, he didn't know why. His company though, that was another story. He has seen him before, on the occasions he was zigzagging on the dance floor doing anything he could to stay unnoticed.
