His Second Life | MinJoong

His Second Life | MinJoong

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"Baby, are you sure you want to continue with that attitude of yours, considering the consequences?" Leading two different lives is a seemingly illogical contradiction; a paradox. However, what people don't tend to acknowledge is the fact that given the perfect circumstances, it isn't impossible. Kim Hongjoong, a music producer with a little too much time on his hands, can prove it himself, and in Hwanwoong's words, "Music producer by day, stripper by night." Being a businessman and a CEO at such a young age, Song Mingi has a lot of stress on his plate. As a somewhat resolution to his predicament, he grudgingly let himself get dragged by his friends into Seoul's infamous club, IGOHOLIC. So, you can't really blame Mingi for being surprised seeing one of his best producers twirling on a pole wearing something close to his birthday suit for money. On the other hand, Mingi did nonetheless hold himself accountable for not totally hating the idea of Hongjoong being a stripper.
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"You need to get laid." San froze. The room went quiet for a beat-just the hum of amps cooling down. Then Yunho *whooped*, Jongho choked on his water, and Yeosang's eyebrows shot up. San's face burned. "What the fuck, Hwa?" Seonghwa shrugged, unrepentant. "You've been a monk for, what, six months? Since-" He caught himself, glanced at Yeosang, then barreled on. "Since *forever*. You're wound tighter than Hongjoong's guitar strings." Hongjoong nodded solemnly. "Fact. And I've got just the guy." San groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "No. Absolutely not." "Come on," Hongjoong wheedled. "He's annoying. Cute. Total brat. *Your type*." Yunho clapped San on the back. "Do it. Live a little. Worst case, you get a funny story." Jongho grinned. "Best case, you forget how to frown." San opened his mouth to argue, but the words stuck. Last time he'd hooked up-*fuck*, that had been a disaster. Some model with a laugh like a hyena and a fetish for biting. He'd bailed before the Uber even pulled up. But the band was staring, Seonghwa's eyes soft with concern, Hongjoong's practically sparkling with mischief. "Fine," San muttered. "Whatever. Just... shut up." Woosan story

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