𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 | jaeyong

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the next day, taeyong was weary. he got up early to follow jaehyun in the cafe. he hid behind cars just to see what jaehyun was doing.

he felt more disappointed when a woman, not too young but looked rich, entered the cafe. she spoke to the cashier lady and called someone from the kitchen. expectedly, jaehyun came out.

taeyong didn't want to see the scene in front of him any longer and so he took off. he went to the club early and passed his time in. he didn't do anything, and now a whole days has passed and he just sat on a couch in their dressing room alone and sad. not too long before the employees came in through the door. he paid no attention and continued spacing out.

following jaehyun was a brief move. he just wanted to see how the man was doing and what the man was up to ever since he heard what he was saying from the other side of his wall. but it frustrated taeyong that he can't do anything about it. all he can do was follow jaehyun and suspect something. it wasn't like he was really going to do anything.

they weren't an item, in the first place.

they had no relation, whatsoever.

it was just sex for jaehyun.

taeyong heaved out a long deep sigh as he stood up from the couch. he's been watching the batch of strippers change and look pretty in front of the mirror for so long now. he was just the same as them, yet it annoyed him so much.

i'm a stripper, too. he thought. and suddenly, he frowned at that thought alone. did he not want me because i'm just a stripper?

his heart broke just thinking about it. it's not too impossible people would leave him for that reason. a few other guys already dumped him because of it. as it turns out, they just wanted the sex. but after a couple of months, they treat him like total garbage. maybe jaehyun's just like that too.

yeah, that's probably why he's meeting a woman in the cafe at this day. it's only been a few days since they did the deed. jaehyun would get rid of him too quick if that's what he thought.

jaehyun met a woman, today. he said inside his head as if he's writing his diary. one of the things taeyong didn't like was being compared to a woman. sure, he acts like a woman on stage, around different drunk men, but he didn't ever wanted to be seen compared to one.

and although no one really compared him to one, since he's gay, he did the comparison himself--inside his head. it's what he hated the most. making stuff up on his own, that ends up hurting himself at the very end. and so he loses, everytime.

taeyong knows he's no match to a woman--any woman possible. because he didn't have boobs, he doesn't have a vagina, he can't bear a child. he has nothing a man can wish for, aside from sex. he was nothing compared to a woman who can give a man anything in return.

he can love. he's been giving out love for years. but once the man he dates suddenly wanted something he can't give, they proceed to throw him out like candy wrapper. sweet to eat, but once done, it's just trash.

he felt like crying. he didn't want this. it had just been a few weeks since they met. why was this happening to him now? maybe because he gets attached too easily. he sees the attraction that connects him to the person. he found jaehyun different from the men he previously dated.

but this isn't love yet for him. right?

or is it?

"taeyong! i've been looking for you everywhere." a familiar voice suddenly cut him off of his train of deep thoughts. "why are you here? we're not the strippers tonight."