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"you don't wanna know what I have to do for twenties."
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"Wait, Donghyuck. What do you mean 'only a little bit'?" Mark yelled over the blasting music.
Donghyuck didn't answer, instead he wrapped one of his legs around the pole and swung around seductively. Mark forgot all about his question when Donghyuck slut dropped to the floor, motioning to Mark with his finger. Mark moved towards him subconsciously, almost tripping over his own feet. Donghyuck smiled a little before moving around to stand in front of the clumsy boy. He bent over and pushed himself against the older boy, feeling everything through his leather pants. Mark reached out to touch Donghyuck, but his hand was slapped away by the boy, a sensual smile on his lips. Mark couldn't look away from Donghyuck the entire time as he moved around the pole, but neither could anyone else. A few noisy males at the front were starting to annoy Mark, catcalling and trying to grab Donghyuck off of the stage.
So Mark did the only logical thing he could think of. He slammed his lips against Donghyuck's. The younger let out a shameless moan as Marks hands roamed his body, but before things could escalate, Donghyuck lazily pushed Mark away.
"Meet me upstairs in ten," he winked and walked back to his pole, making sure to swing his hips. Mark watched a few seconds longer before walking up the creaky stairs and into the only open door he could see. The room was basic, with a giant bed and dim lights, but as Mark started to explore, he uncovered more in the room. The nightstand near the bed held lube and condoms, while the dresser held a large array of sex toys. Mark crinkled his nose in disgust and walked back to the bed, flopping with a loud bang. He was starting to fall asleep when he felt pressure on his back.
"Hello, Mark," Donghyuck purred in his ear, and Mark noticed how red his eyes were.
"Donghyuck, why are you high?" His voice was muffled by the bed.
"I work upstairs. I'm either high or suffering."
"What's up here?" Mark asked curiously. Donghyuck tensed against him.
"I'm basically a prostitute. Someone finds me, pays me, and fucks me up here."
Mark turned onto his back, Donghyuck now sitting on his stomach.
"But why?"
"Some people struggle, Mark. I sell drugs and work as a prostitute, and maybe I have a very slight drug addiction. Maybe." Donghyuck sighed. "Who am I kidding? I'm totally addicted to anything drug related, I'm mentally unstable, and I live with my best friend because my parents disowned me."
Mark stared at the sad boy on top of him. Donghyuck was always happy at school, you would never have thought he was struggling.
"Where do you get them?" Mark asked quietly, gently rubbing Donghyuck's thigh.
He chuckled bitterly. "Mark, I'm one of the most famous drug dealers in Seoul."
"Doesn't that mean your rich? Why are you here?" Mark was getting confused now.
"Where the hell do you think my customers come from, dumbass," Donghyuck insulted playfully. Mark internally face-palmed.
Donghyuck giggled from above him. "You're cute, Mark. Cute and dumb."
Mark smirked at him, resting his hand on Donghyuck's nape and dragging him down to his level.
"Am I really?" He looked up at Donghyuck with lustful eyes. "Then let me be your new drug." And he slammed their lips together for the second time that day.
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