(cray) on. 2
gd&top. nc-17. au - weird as fuck and dedicated to nana~ kam2452
part 2
It wasn't until Seungri had gotten the other two into the club that they started having second thoughts. What if Seunghyun had grown out of his weird after drinking phase? What if he tries to call the cops on the poor guy they stick in his room? Never again were they going to just go along with one of Seungri's plans. Never again.
Seungri ducked and stood on his tip toes as he glanced around the club, eyes squinting to see through the soft neon lights and reflections. The club wasn't called Diamonds for nothing. "Him," he yelled over the music to his two companions, finger pointing in the direction of the dance floor. Of course there were tons of men and women dancing and grinding against each other but there were also small booths of those sitting to the sides. They followed the direction of his finger and there was no mistaking who he dubbed as the victim. His hair was turqouise with pink tips, swept up and to the side in an 'intricate' updo with the help of tons of hairspray and taffy. Black lycra pants stuck to his thighs like a second skin, slung low on his hips with barely any help from his studded belt- the rest of his lower half aided by a nice pair of hot pink boots. His top was just as bright as those boots, yellow and slit up the sides, clinging to the light sheen of sweat covering his skin.
His body wasn't what pulled Seungri in, though. Not at all. He had seen the other around here before, enough to get a feel of his personality and a glimpse of that pretty face. That same face which was now staring at the three of them, Seungri's finger still pointing in his direction before Daesung quickly swatted his arm back by his side.
"His eyes remind me of... a cat," Bae just about moaned.
"Fuck, look at his lips. His lips. Ri please... I'll pay for all of this if you blow me tonight. Please." Daesung whimpered into his younger lover's ear.
"Need anything, boys?" The man had asked, wiping his palms on the tiny apron tied around his lithe waist. One of his brows was raised as his head tilted a little to the side. They watched a drop of sweat slide down the column of his neck.
"A f-favor!" Daesung sputtered out.
"A what?" The man took a step forward and the three gulped down their saliva before they drooled on his pink boots.
"F-favor! A favor!" Youngbae yelled loud enough for him to hear and he pursed his lips nodding.
Seungri groaned to himself before he took the clueless waiters hand, tugging him gently towards the backroom with the two older men in tow. Once it was quiet, Seungri opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off quickly.
"I'm not the guy to go to if you want sex, okay? That's the big guy over in that corner. He'll get everything set up for you." He spoke clearly as a rather petite hand moved up to run through his cotton-candy locks, a shy smile perked at his lips and a rosy tint covered his cheeks, "I'm not avaliable to that kind of work though, sorry. I haven't been working here long enough for it but there are lots of other--"
"We'll pay you double what those men get if you live with our friend for at least a week, or two, and maybe sleep with him. And you... you have to pretend to be his imaginary friend. You wouldn't be able to leave the house either." Seungri babbled out, unsure of how to word his plan to make himself sound less like an idiot. Which was barely possible in any case. "Please! Double the pay a-and you'll be in a really nice flat and pampered! A-and..." Youngbae nudged his friend in the ribs, smouldering eyes glaring at him. "Our friend, you see he's kind of an asshole right? He needs help, he needs interaction and to get laid. Please, please?" And then Seungri dropped to his knees and hugged a well toned thigh. The other man standing completely bewildered and frozen in place, but only for a moment.
"Well why didn't you just say that earlier?" He spoke from bubblegum pink lips, a small laugh following after as he ran fingers through Seungri's short black hair. The latter suddenly rooted to the ground at the sudden random affection and completely unexpected words. "I'll just need details on... what exactly I'm supposed to do. There's a Starbucks across the street, let's go there, I'm already off anyways and it's quieter." The three stood rooted to the ground- in Seungri's case, knelt. The man pulled Seungri up and smiled sweetly, "wait here, kay? Gonna grab my stuff." The three stood unable to form words as they watched their mystery man disappear down the hall, hips swaying into the abyss until he emerged again a few minutes later. Daesung had his head in the clouds, thoughts full of Seungri's lips and blow jobs. While Youngbae on the other hand continued to wonder if this ridiculous plan would even work, and who the hell would even want to be a part of it- especially this guy. A hand ran through cotton candy locks before he had his apron folded to slide into his bag before stopping in front of them again. An eye brow raised, his expression blank.
"Maybe I should just take you boys to my place, you'd make pretty statues." he teased, a corner of his lips quirking into a smirk. Somehow this knocked Daesung back into reality, a laugh escaping his lips while the corners of his eyes crinkled.
"Starbucks it is," Seungri squeaked, pushing his way through the exit close by. Youngbae took in a gasping breath of fresh air once they were out and the man laughed. Inside the small coffee shoppe, the man with cotton-candy hair led them to a table near the farthest corner from any prying ears. His smile looked like it belonged to a Colgate commercial.
"So, explain this... imaginary friend business please."
part 2
It wasn't until Seungri had gotten the other two into the club that they started having second thoughts. What if Seunghyun had grown out of his weird after drinking phase? What if he tries to call the cops on the poor guy they stick in his room? Never again were they going to just go along with one of Seungri's plans. Never again.
Seungri ducked and stood on his tip toes as he glanced around the club, eyes squinting to see through the soft neon lights and reflections. The club wasn't called Diamonds for nothing. "Him," he yelled over the music to his two companions, finger pointing in the direction of the dance floor. Of course there were tons of men and women dancing and grinding against each other but there were also small booths of those sitting to the sides. They followed the direction of his finger and there was no mistaking who he dubbed as the victim. His hair was turqouise with pink tips, swept up and to the side in an 'intricate' updo with the help of tons of hairspray and taffy. Black lycra pants stuck to his thighs like a second skin, slung low on his hips with barely any help from his studded belt- the rest of his lower half aided by a nice pair of hot pink boots. His top was just as bright as those boots, yellow and slit up the sides, clinging to the light sheen of sweat covering his skin.
His body wasn't what pulled Seungri in, though. Not at all. He had seen the other around here before, enough to get a feel of his personality and a glimpse of that pretty face. That same face which was now staring at the three of them, Seungri's finger still pointing in his direction before Daesung quickly swatted his arm back by his side.
"His eyes remind me of... a cat," Bae just about moaned.
"Fuck, look at his lips. His lips. Ri please... I'll pay for all of this if you blow me tonight. Please." Daesung whimpered into his younger lover's ear.
"Need anything, boys?" The man had asked, wiping his palms on the tiny apron tied around his lithe waist. One of his brows was raised as his head tilted a little to the side. They watched a drop of sweat slide down the column of his neck.
"A f-favor!" Daesung sputtered out.
"A what?" The man took a step forward and the three gulped down their saliva before they drooled on his pink boots.
"F-favor! A favor!" Youngbae yelled loud enough for him to hear and he pursed his lips nodding.
Seungri groaned to himself before he took the clueless waiters hand, tugging him gently towards the backroom with the two older men in tow. Once it was quiet, Seungri opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off quickly.
"I'm not the guy to go to if you want sex, okay? That's the big guy over in that corner. He'll get everything set up for you." He spoke clearly as a rather petite hand moved up to run through his cotton-candy locks, a shy smile perked at his lips and a rosy tint covered his cheeks, "I'm not avaliable to that kind of work though, sorry. I haven't been working here long enough for it but there are lots of other--"
"We'll pay you double what those men get if you live with our friend for at least a week, or two, and maybe sleep with him. And you... you have to pretend to be his imaginary friend. You wouldn't be able to leave the house either." Seungri babbled out, unsure of how to word his plan to make himself sound less like an idiot. Which was barely possible in any case. "Please! Double the pay a-and you'll be in a really nice flat and pampered! A-and..." Youngbae nudged his friend in the ribs, smouldering eyes glaring at him. "Our friend, you see he's kind of an asshole right? He needs help, he needs interaction and to get laid. Please, please?" And then Seungri dropped to his knees and hugged a well toned thigh. The other man standing completely bewildered and frozen in place, but only for a moment.
"Well why didn't you just say that earlier?" He spoke from bubblegum pink lips, a small laugh following after as he ran fingers through Seungri's short black hair. The latter suddenly rooted to the ground at the sudden random affection and completely unexpected words. "I'll just need details on... what exactly I'm supposed to do. There's a Starbucks across the street, let's go there, I'm already off anyways and it's quieter." The three stood rooted to the ground- in Seungri's case, knelt. The man pulled Seungri up and smiled sweetly, "wait here, kay? Gonna grab my stuff." The three stood unable to form words as they watched their mystery man disappear down the hall, hips swaying into the abyss until he emerged again a few minutes later. Daesung had his head in the clouds, thoughts full of Seungri's lips and blow jobs. While Youngbae on the other hand continued to wonder if this ridiculous plan would even work, and who the hell would even want to be a part of it- especially this guy. A hand ran through cotton candy locks before he had his apron folded to slide into his bag before stopping in front of them again. An eye brow raised, his expression blank.
"Maybe I should just take you boys to my place, you'd make pretty statues." he teased, a corner of his lips quirking into a smirk. Somehow this knocked Daesung back into reality, a laugh escaping his lips while the corners of his eyes crinkled.
"Starbucks it is," Seungri squeaked, pushing his way through the exit close by. Youngbae took in a gasping breath of fresh air once they were out and the man laughed. Inside the small coffee shoppe, the man with cotton-candy hair led them to a table near the farthest corner from any prying ears. His smile looked like it belonged to a Colgate commercial.
"So, explain this... imaginary friend business please."