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-', 01

sehyoon

sehyoon wasn't sure how he suddendly ended up in this situation; arms tied up behind his back, limbs hurting and he was pretty sure somebody has punched him in the face, considering the piercing pounding in his temple. though there could be some explanations: he thought about the chairman he eased for a few million won due to a win in a recent game of poker or the young lady, said to be the daughter of a very powerful businessman from japan,  he met at a club just a few days prior, who could still hold some grudge due to some unfinished business.

in the end it was the loud noise, the startling voices that woke him up.

"i don't know, think about something"

"you really didn't go easy on him huh?"

"what else was i supposed to do, yuchan was watching"

"wow, your praise kink is really coming through", the voice laughed followed by a loud thud as if he was punched by someone. "ow! what was that for?"

"shut up you asshat, he's moving. see!"

-

1 hour before

the smoke filled air made it hard for him to breathe. though sehyoon was used to set foot into establishments in which one couldn't even see their own two feet due to the large clouds floating around he was truly not delighted by the startling noises of saxophones and drums.sehyoon never would've thought he'd ever set foot into a jazz club let alone a jazz club without some modern entertainment  in the form of...serveral agile women without at least one piece of clothing.

"would you like a drink, sir?", asked the man behind the counter who reminded sehyoon rather of the conductor of an orchestra than a bartender. the black bowtie, which was wrapped rather tightly around his dark neck, earned a small quiet snort of amusement.
sehyoon raised his exebrows, a shy smile forming on his lips.

"sir", he cackled. "i haven't been called that for a while now".

the man behind the bar gifted him a white smile - a smile one could only get by hours and hours of using bleach and a strong addiction to mouthwash, considering his strong minty breath.
"i would've expected a man of your kind would be called that every single night"sehyoon freezed at the sudden wave of hot air which was poured inside his ear and the strong scent of some excotic fruit that radiated from the presence that has now approached him.
he turned his head only for his eyes to lay upon a rather fragile figure of a woman who was nipping on the brink of a glass filled with a bright red liquid. that's her, sehyoon tought.

"how come you think i am not?", he asked, an eyebrow raised provocantly but rather in a flirtuous manner. the bartender slided a glass of whiskey across the bartable which sehyoon catched with a slick handmovement and nodded thankfully. he was in deep need of some intoxication if he was about to engage in a rather embarassing conversation with this woman who looked like she was in her mid twenties but really just covered up her forties up with tons of old make up and hairspray. sehyoon personally was not fond of these sorts of women, though their wallets and bankaccounts were really seductive.

"the kitten got some claws i see", she smiled and crossed her legs only to reveal her fake tanned skin under her short red skirt. smoothly, she streched out her hand for sehyoon to take, fingers clad in silver rings.
"park youbin. a pleasure to meet you"

"the pleasure is all mine", sehyoon replied and wrapped her bony palm inside his. slowly he lowered his lips to kiss her scented skin and almost flinched at the sweat that emitted from it. "kang inseong."