for countrymir
Choose your Poison (or Seunghyun needs a job and Younghak provides him with one)
Gen, Pg-13, Club!AU, OT4, a bit of KanU a bit of JinJun
Seunghyun is broke.
He opens his wallet and sighs, yearning for the days when it was full of cash instead of a half chewed gum, a dead fly and a clipper he found in his desk; he pick up his phone, ready to call his mother and beg for mercy when he remember that this had been his own , brilliant idea.
The moment Seunghyun discovered he was going to college to the other side of the country, he decided to start brand new; which meant, his spoiled rich kid life would be also abandoned for the sake of a new identity. It’s not like he loathed being rich, actually he love it but also, his influential family had been the reason he chose to be away from them: to be able to measure his own capacity without living chasing his father’ shadow.
So, he packed all his belongings, leaving behind all his credit cards and bank accounts, leaving with only enough to live in the college dorm, no fancy food, not fancy clothes, and not fancy anything.
There was a tiny problem though.
Seunghyun sucks at saving and managing his finances.
This ended him in this situation: a month after getting his new, average Joe life he ran out of money.
What it means he needs to get a job sooner than he thought he needed.
Seunghyun cringes.
He was far, far away from home, so far away in fact that no one recognizes him as the son of the CEO of a big cosmetic company. Without his expensive clothes and shoes, without his designer shades and watch, nobody recognize him either as the model of the most successful commercial his father launched, so here, he was just another pretty boy in beat out Convers and a plain t-shirt.
Back at his home town, he would have gotten any job he wanted: idol companies fought over him along with model agencies; He could have choose any of them and become a professional in a blink of an eye but here he would have to stick to an average job that would give him enough to paid tuition and feed himself.
The big problem was he didn’t have any experience in any of that type of job and revealing his pseudo modeling career was revealing his identity and he really don’t want any tabloid writing some stupid rumor about him and his family.
No working experience and recently out of high school its means that his options are very, very limited.
Seunghyun scrunches his nose at a McDonalds job form his roommate so helpfully handled him the moment his last savings were expended. Talking about his roommate, Younghak seems always to be loaded in cash and never work a day; he was far too nice to be rich, which was obvious with his easy smiles and dorky behavior that contrasts greatly with his tall, dark and handsome looks.
The first time Seunghyun saw Younghak the first thing it came to his mind was player followed by douchebag; It was his first night at the dorm and the boy didn’t bothered to come there until it was pretty late, a half buttoned expensive looking dress shirt hanging from his toned body, ink smeared across his hands that looked like phone numbers and dark shades hanging low just like his tight jeans. Seunghyun just stared at him with wide eyes, not liking at all the knots forming in his stomach as the stranger swagger across the room toward his bed. Dark eyes suddenly on him, Seunghyun gathered all his courage and stare back, a scowl (a pout, Younghak would correct him laughing later) in his face.
He could feel the other’s gaze on him as he feels his face growing hotter because of it, the atmosphere of the room getting more awkward by the minute; he coughs softly trying to catch the stranger attention but the other seems to just keep staring,
“My name is Seunghyun.” He manages to say, voice lower and huskier than his normal tone since his throat suddenly felt so, so dry.
Something in the stranger’s eyes flicker but died so fast Seunghyun thought he imagine it. “Younghak.” The boy says in a monotone voice, still staring him.
“You’re very, very pretty.” Younghak blurted out afterwards, covering his mouth immediately making Seunghyun snort amused and relax, breaking into a cute grin. He chuckled heartily as Younghak hangs his head, trying to fight the blush covering his cheeks.
Soon enough he discovered Younghak was nothing like his image, the boy likes to play video games, posses every comic in the world and have trouble talking to people; the boy who lives in the dorm to makes his mother’s life easier and call her every night before heading out.
Seunghyun scold at himself, feeling his cheeks warm not liking where his thoughts are heading, he is about to pick up the paper to look for jobs when a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist and Younghak’s head appear above his shoulder.
“Thinking in me hyung?” Younghak’s voice so close that startle Seunghyun, making him squirm.
“Actually, I was… ” He says coughing when his voice gets a bit too breathy. Younghak stared at him confused, rearranging himself around Seunghyun so both can be more comfortable, thing he doubts, Younghak touchy-feely nature it’s something he hasn’t got accustomed yet, specially when it’s make him wonder about some things he rather not think about until he can maintain himself, thank you very much.
What lead him back to the topic at hand: Seunghyun was curious about what Younghak do for living; he obviously doesn’t work in a normal job since all his classes are pass noon and he goes out every night looking fine as hell in clothes that even Seunghyun thought are obscenely expensive. He expended all the week thinking on it and the few logical options he thought made him shudder, taking in fact how ridiculously attractive the boy was and the way he dresses the only options that were left were some sort of high profit prostitute or stripper.
Seunghyun bites his lip, looking at Younghak with the most innocent expression he could muster.
“You know I need a job and the options…” Seunghyun says glaring at the McDonalds job form. “Aren’t really what I need.” He says looking at Younghak again. “I was wondering if you can get me a job.”
Younghak didn’t even flinch at the mention of his job but he did raise his eyebrows “Can you dance?” He asks and Seunghyun let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, at least he is not a prostitute what’s means…
Seunghyun’s eyes widen, looking at Younghak and almost regretting to have asked him for a job.
He is a stripper then?
It’s only when Younghak start laughing that Seunghyun realizes he said the last part at loud, he groans burying his face in Younghak incredibly comfortable shoulder, hitting the boy’s chest until the other quiet down.
“Am I that attractive?” Younghak asks with a goofy grin but not so innocent eyes and Seunghyun blushes, looking away.
“You work at night, you wear expensive clothes and you have lot of money… you always comeback smelling like booze and smoke…” Seunghyun mumble taking a peek into Younghak’s expression that is still full of amusement.
“So you thought I was a stripper?” He asked casually running a soothing hand down Seunghyun’s spine; he tries to swat it away but Younghak deep chuckles keeps distracting him.
“Well no… when you mentioned dancing…” Seunghyun says looking away his blush coming back.
“Then…?” Younghak says and start grinning again when Seunghyun start spluttering and covering his face, realizing how stupid his theories sound now he said it at loud.
“I was wrong you’re an ass.” Seunghyun says scowling. “I hope you choke and die.” He says finally getting away from Younghak while the boy starts rolling in the floor, repeating ‘prostitute’ again and again.
-
So it turned out that Younghak works as a dancer in club.
‘Not that type of club’ Younghak says and Seunghyun hit him with his Advanced Chemistry book while the boy laugh his heart out; the place is called ‘Gorgeous’ a pretty known club around the females of the campus , mostly because the rumors says that as the name indicates all the employees are like models or idols, not only that, as the club is targeted for women, the staff is composed by males only and girls go to get a drink, dance and ogle the pretty boys serving them.
“So is a host club.” Seunghyun says looking at Younghak and inwardly face palming at not thinking in that instead of his other theories, the other shrugs and nod. “Sorta… we serve girls and talk to them but we don’t really do anything else. There is a dance floor and loud music so you can’t really talk while in it.” He says tilting his head and eyeing Seunghyun with a grin. “We do use nicknames, mine is Kan.” He says smirking like a pro making him choke with his cookie.
“I guess Jinchul-hyung could use an extra worker… now that college started we got understaffed for the season.” He says standing and offering a hand to Seunghyun. “But we need to get you dressed first.” Younghak says and drags Seunghyun to his side of the room opening his closet as he throws clothes around.
When he is finally done Seunghyun’s hair is styled, he is wearing eyeliner and some of Younghak’s clothes that are a bit too tight for him but fits Seunghyun perfectly. Younghak eyeing him with an unreadable expression and he feels more naked than those times when he has to undress in front of strangers while changing outfits for a photoshot.
“Let’s go then.” Younghak says breaking the tension, grabbing Seunghyun’s had softly as he pulls him out of the dorm and into the street; he lower his gaze afraid people might recognizes him now he looks more like his past self but aside for some appreciative glances nobody seems to put a name to his face. Soon enough they reach the club and Younghak disappears behind a door that says ‘Staff Only’ leaving Seunghyun to his own demise.
He looks around; the club looks like a mansion’s foyer: a functional chandelier hanging over his head, wooden and golden walls along with deep crimson and black touches, stylish wooden furniture scattered around, couches and chairs along with tables that look arranged rather for a dinner than a few drinks are positioned to make enough room for a dance floor. Seunghyun raises his eyebrow as he brushes his fingertips against a loveseat in front of a low table: this probably what his parents think as ‘exquisite’. He have never been in a club that looks more like something out of a vampire movie but it definitely add to the novelty and the charm.
“So you’re the fresh meat Kan keeps talking about? You’re as pretty as he told us… I’m disappointed.” A voice says making Seunghyun turn around and scrunches his face at the stranger; the boy looks younger than him, but it hard to tell with his bang covering his eyes and the pointy smile being flashed at him.
“Yejun, I’m the awesome bartender.” He says stepping into Seunghyun’s space and shaking his hand, leaning a bit too closer.
“Seunghyun…” He mumbles and Yejun makes a face.
“That’s not sexy. What is your last name?” Seunghyun gapes at Yejun’s cheeky remark but have enough sense to close his mouth and answer. The boy seems even less pleased with it but suddenly his smile turn into an almost seductive smirk.
“You’re LeeU now.” He says nodding to himself. Yes, LeeU is better; I wouldn’t mind screaming it…” Yejun says and cackles mockingly when Seunghyun’s cheeks flare red.
“Stop torturing the new kid, Yejun-ah.” A deep voice interrupts Yejun which smile just got bigger. Seunghyun turns around and stares.
Younghak is handsome yes, but this guy’s look is classic and completely masculine, so much that Seunghyun feels oh so girly with his pretty eyes and soft features; the guy smiles dashingly at him and he feels like his knees are going to give in any moment now. A hand of his shoulder snaps him out of his daze along with Younghak’s kicked puppy expression he nudges Seunghyun with a weak smile toward the man who waits patiently for him.
“I’m sorry for the brat.” The man says and extends a hand for a shake, in the background Yejun blows a kiss at him. “I’m Jinchul but you can call me Jinon while at work.” He says and Seunghyun nods a bit dazed still. “Younghak told me you are looking for a job?” He asks gently and Seunghyun nods again, biting his lip.
“Well, you fit in the profile…” Jinchul says and Seunghyun can’t help but smile shyly at him. “Are you always this quiet?” He says with something akin to hope.
“He is just crushing on you hyung, give LeeU time to see your fail.” Yejun says as he skillfully avoiding Jinchul’s grabby hands. Seunghyun watch amused as Jinchul chases Yejun around and look at Younghak who is giving him thumbs up and can’t help but laugh.
For the first time in years, he feels like he belongs.
-
Jinchul-hyung end up hiring him, mostly out of spite (I’m cool Seunghyun-ah, I am! This brat knows nothing!) And soon enough he started as the new ‘attraction’ in Gorgeous. The job wasn’t bad at all, the girls give him good tips and he got to see Younghak dance skill that makes everyone in the room gape along with him; he was glad he wasn’t the only one.
Then there is their snarky bartender, Seunghyun is not sure, actually no one is but he is pretty sure the kid is underage and lies through his teeth even at Jinchul himself who is too smitten and scared of him to do something about it.
It happen sometimes that an innocent soul who take a look at Yejun’s pretty youthful face and asks (more out of curiosity than any type of treat) his age: the answer would be always twenty-one delivered in the most calm, robotic and slightly psychopathic tone of voice while the boy bares his teeth charmingly at the patron as he wipes a glass with deathly precision like saying ‘oh yes, I’m the one handling what you would put in your mouth next so do please mind your own business, thank you very much.
“What does it matter anyway? I’m a fucking good bartender, hyung!” Yejun sneers when he asks about it later and the boy wraps his arms around Seunghyun kissing him soundly right in the corner of his lips with a cheeky smile and the light cruel intention that seems to always carry with him.
“And that’s why Jinchul-hyung doesn’t ask anymore.” Younghak says shuddering as Seunghyun still feels a bit violated while Yejun decided to harass Jinchul instead, who is failing to reprimand him for swearing in front of the costumers.
Seunghyun watches how Yejun just smiles at Jinchul, not hearing a word he says as he waits for the right moment to whisper something in the older boy’s ear that leaves him red and sputtering, chasing Yejun like a lovesick puppy while the boy cackle madly, thought his eyes are always kind for Jinchul.
He stay back to help to clean and count how much money he made; if all night would be like this one, he would have no problem with living by himself without the help of his family.
Jinchul pats him in the back, walking toward the office and Seunghyun makes a face when Yejun came skipping down the floor toward him.
“So what is your story Hyung? How a rich kid cum model in the making end up here?” He says casually making Seunghyun choke the water he was drinking and stares between Yejun and Younghak.
“You guys knew?” Seunghyun’s eyes couldn’t get bigger as he stares at his two workmates.
“Younghak recognize you right away; he had been a big fan of you since forever. He didn’t have the chance to put all the posters he have of you.” Seunghyun stares at Younghak whose face is getting redder and redder.
“Then why-?” He whizzed out, thinking that next day his face would be in all the popular tabloid of his side of the country.
Yejun looks at his black painted nails, pouting cutely like he wasn’t the devil spawn.
“We thought you had some fall out with your rich folks… like dating a high profile prostitute or stripper…” Yejun says with a serious face before breaking in his trademark sadistic grin.
Seunghyun’s cheek when red so fast that he felt his head swirl with all the blood rushing to his face, he glares at Younghak who have the decency to flinch as he looks guilty and hopelessly at Yejun’s cackling figure.
“Younghak I hate you…” He says pouting and trying to storm out of the room with the dignity he has left.
“I swear hyung I didn’t tell him! He used his evil powers against me!” Younghak screams panicked as he runs to Seunghyun and the two of them engage in a tug-of-war landing them in a heated pile on the floor.
Jinchul decide to walk in the room, alarmed by Yejun’s evil laugh escalating and without batting at eye at his two employees currently wrestling or trying to make out, he put a hand on his hip looking at them all at a failed attempt to look like the boss.
“You three go back to work, I don’t pay you to look hot and do nothing.” He says crossing his arm over his chest missing Yejun’s mischievous eyes glinting dangerously.
“Actually you do hyung!” He says before tackling Jinchul to land on top of Younghak and Seunghyun who barely have the time to dodge and elbow in his face. He rolled away from the mess of limbs and drags Younghak with him, still mad at him for revealing such embarrassing things but seeing their hands linked and the tall boy’s sheepish expression make him forget his annoyance.
“Thank you, for everything.” Seunghyun says almost shyly, startling Younghak who smiled back now relaxed, playing with his fingers while looking eager and so, so close.
He will denied after it and blame Yejun for it but brushing his lips against Younghak on an impulse was the step to things much, much better. The boy just stared softly at him wrapping his hand around Seunghyun’s neck bumping their foreheads as they barely notices Jinchul and Yejun wolf-whistling in the background.
“Go home you two.” Jinchul says covering Yejun’s mouth before the boy could say anything to ruin the moment.
“Welcome Home Seunghyun.” Younghak says taking his hand and squeezing it softly, almost lovingly.
“I am home.”
Gen, Pg-13, Club!AU, OT4, a bit of KanU a bit of JinJun
Seunghyun is broke.
He opens his wallet and sighs, yearning for the days when it was full of cash instead of a half chewed gum, a dead fly and a clipper he found in his desk; he pick up his phone, ready to call his mother and beg for mercy when he remember that this had been his own , brilliant idea.
The moment Seunghyun discovered he was going to college to the other side of the country, he decided to start brand new; which meant, his spoiled rich kid life would be also abandoned for the sake of a new identity. It’s not like he loathed being rich, actually he love it but also, his influential family had been the reason he chose to be away from them: to be able to measure his own capacity without living chasing his father’ shadow.
So, he packed all his belongings, leaving behind all his credit cards and bank accounts, leaving with only enough to live in the college dorm, no fancy food, not fancy clothes, and not fancy anything.
There was a tiny problem though.
Seunghyun sucks at saving and managing his finances.
This ended him in this situation: a month after getting his new, average Joe life he ran out of money.
What it means he needs to get a job sooner than he thought he needed.
Seunghyun cringes.
He was far, far away from home, so far away in fact that no one recognizes him as the son of the CEO of a big cosmetic company. Without his expensive clothes and shoes, without his designer shades and watch, nobody recognize him either as the model of the most successful commercial his father launched, so here, he was just another pretty boy in beat out Convers and a plain t-shirt.
Back at his home town, he would have gotten any job he wanted: idol companies fought over him along with model agencies; He could have choose any of them and become a professional in a blink of an eye but here he would have to stick to an average job that would give him enough to paid tuition and feed himself.
The big problem was he didn’t have any experience in any of that type of job and revealing his pseudo modeling career was revealing his identity and he really don’t want any tabloid writing some stupid rumor about him and his family.
No working experience and recently out of high school its means that his options are very, very limited.
Seunghyun scrunches his nose at a McDonalds job form his roommate so helpfully handled him the moment his last savings were expended. Talking about his roommate, Younghak seems always to be loaded in cash and never work a day; he was far too nice to be rich, which was obvious with his easy smiles and dorky behavior that contrasts greatly with his tall, dark and handsome looks.
The first time Seunghyun saw Younghak the first thing it came to his mind was player followed by douchebag; It was his first night at the dorm and the boy didn’t bothered to come there until it was pretty late, a half buttoned expensive looking dress shirt hanging from his toned body, ink smeared across his hands that looked like phone numbers and dark shades hanging low just like his tight jeans. Seunghyun just stared at him with wide eyes, not liking at all the knots forming in his stomach as the stranger swagger across the room toward his bed. Dark eyes suddenly on him, Seunghyun gathered all his courage and stare back, a scowl (a pout, Younghak would correct him laughing later) in his face.
He could feel the other’s gaze on him as he feels his face growing hotter because of it, the atmosphere of the room getting more awkward by the minute; he coughs softly trying to catch the stranger attention but the other seems to just keep staring,
“My name is Seunghyun.” He manages to say, voice lower and huskier than his normal tone since his throat suddenly felt so, so dry.
Something in the stranger’s eyes flicker but died so fast Seunghyun thought he imagine it. “Younghak.” The boy says in a monotone voice, still staring him.
“You’re very, very pretty.” Younghak blurted out afterwards, covering his mouth immediately making Seunghyun snort amused and relax, breaking into a cute grin. He chuckled heartily as Younghak hangs his head, trying to fight the blush covering his cheeks.
Soon enough he discovered Younghak was nothing like his image, the boy likes to play video games, posses every comic in the world and have trouble talking to people; the boy who lives in the dorm to makes his mother’s life easier and call her every night before heading out.
Seunghyun scold at himself, feeling his cheeks warm not liking where his thoughts are heading, he is about to pick up the paper to look for jobs when a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist and Younghak’s head appear above his shoulder.
“Thinking in me hyung?” Younghak’s voice so close that startle Seunghyun, making him squirm.
“Actually, I was… ” He says coughing when his voice gets a bit too breathy. Younghak stared at him confused, rearranging himself around Seunghyun so both can be more comfortable, thing he doubts, Younghak touchy-feely nature it’s something he hasn’t got accustomed yet, specially when it’s make him wonder about some things he rather not think about until he can maintain himself, thank you very much.
What lead him back to the topic at hand: Seunghyun was curious about what Younghak do for living; he obviously doesn’t work in a normal job since all his classes are pass noon and he goes out every night looking fine as hell in clothes that even Seunghyun thought are obscenely expensive. He expended all the week thinking on it and the few logical options he thought made him shudder, taking in fact how ridiculously attractive the boy was and the way he dresses the only options that were left were some sort of high profit prostitute or stripper.
Seunghyun bites his lip, looking at Younghak with the most innocent expression he could muster.
“You know I need a job and the options…” Seunghyun says glaring at the McDonalds job form. “Aren’t really what I need.” He says looking at Younghak again. “I was wondering if you can get me a job.”
Younghak didn’t even flinch at the mention of his job but he did raise his eyebrows “Can you dance?” He asks and Seunghyun let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, at least he is not a prostitute what’s means…
Seunghyun’s eyes widen, looking at Younghak and almost regretting to have asked him for a job.
He is a stripper then?
It’s only when Younghak start laughing that Seunghyun realizes he said the last part at loud, he groans burying his face in Younghak incredibly comfortable shoulder, hitting the boy’s chest until the other quiet down.
“Am I that attractive?” Younghak asks with a goofy grin but not so innocent eyes and Seunghyun blushes, looking away.
“You work at night, you wear expensive clothes and you have lot of money… you always comeback smelling like booze and smoke…” Seunghyun mumble taking a peek into Younghak’s expression that is still full of amusement.
“So you thought I was a stripper?” He asked casually running a soothing hand down Seunghyun’s spine; he tries to swat it away but Younghak deep chuckles keeps distracting him.
“Well no… when you mentioned dancing…” Seunghyun says looking away his blush coming back.
“Then…?” Younghak says and start grinning again when Seunghyun start spluttering and covering his face, realizing how stupid his theories sound now he said it at loud.
“I was wrong you’re an ass.” Seunghyun says scowling. “I hope you choke and die.” He says finally getting away from Younghak while the boy starts rolling in the floor, repeating ‘prostitute’ again and again.
-
So it turned out that Younghak works as a dancer in club.
‘Not that type of club’ Younghak says and Seunghyun hit him with his Advanced Chemistry book while the boy laugh his heart out; the place is called ‘Gorgeous’ a pretty known club around the females of the campus , mostly because the rumors says that as the name indicates all the employees are like models or idols, not only that, as the club is targeted for women, the staff is composed by males only and girls go to get a drink, dance and ogle the pretty boys serving them.
“So is a host club.” Seunghyun says looking at Younghak and inwardly face palming at not thinking in that instead of his other theories, the other shrugs and nod. “Sorta… we serve girls and talk to them but we don’t really do anything else. There is a dance floor and loud music so you can’t really talk while in it.” He says tilting his head and eyeing Seunghyun with a grin. “We do use nicknames, mine is Kan.” He says smirking like a pro making him choke with his cookie.
“I guess Jinchul-hyung could use an extra worker… now that college started we got understaffed for the season.” He says standing and offering a hand to Seunghyun. “But we need to get you dressed first.” Younghak says and drags Seunghyun to his side of the room opening his closet as he throws clothes around.
When he is finally done Seunghyun’s hair is styled, he is wearing eyeliner and some of Younghak’s clothes that are a bit too tight for him but fits Seunghyun perfectly. Younghak eyeing him with an unreadable expression and he feels more naked than those times when he has to undress in front of strangers while changing outfits for a photoshot.
“Let’s go then.” Younghak says breaking the tension, grabbing Seunghyun’s had softly as he pulls him out of the dorm and into the street; he lower his gaze afraid people might recognizes him now he looks more like his past self but aside for some appreciative glances nobody seems to put a name to his face. Soon enough they reach the club and Younghak disappears behind a door that says ‘Staff Only’ leaving Seunghyun to his own demise.
He looks around; the club looks like a mansion’s foyer: a functional chandelier hanging over his head, wooden and golden walls along with deep crimson and black touches, stylish wooden furniture scattered around, couches and chairs along with tables that look arranged rather for a dinner than a few drinks are positioned to make enough room for a dance floor. Seunghyun raises his eyebrow as he brushes his fingertips against a loveseat in front of a low table: this probably what his parents think as ‘exquisite’. He have never been in a club that looks more like something out of a vampire movie but it definitely add to the novelty and the charm.
“So you’re the fresh meat Kan keeps talking about? You’re as pretty as he told us… I’m disappointed.” A voice says making Seunghyun turn around and scrunches his face at the stranger; the boy looks younger than him, but it hard to tell with his bang covering his eyes and the pointy smile being flashed at him.
“Yejun, I’m the awesome bartender.” He says stepping into Seunghyun’s space and shaking his hand, leaning a bit too closer.
“Seunghyun…” He mumbles and Yejun makes a face.
“That’s not sexy. What is your last name?” Seunghyun gapes at Yejun’s cheeky remark but have enough sense to close his mouth and answer. The boy seems even less pleased with it but suddenly his smile turn into an almost seductive smirk.
“You’re LeeU now.” He says nodding to himself. Yes, LeeU is better; I wouldn’t mind screaming it…” Yejun says and cackles mockingly when Seunghyun’s cheeks flare red.
“Stop torturing the new kid, Yejun-ah.” A deep voice interrupts Yejun which smile just got bigger. Seunghyun turns around and stares.
Younghak is handsome yes, but this guy’s look is classic and completely masculine, so much that Seunghyun feels oh so girly with his pretty eyes and soft features; the guy smiles dashingly at him and he feels like his knees are going to give in any moment now. A hand of his shoulder snaps him out of his daze along with Younghak’s kicked puppy expression he nudges Seunghyun with a weak smile toward the man who waits patiently for him.
“I’m sorry for the brat.” The man says and extends a hand for a shake, in the background Yejun blows a kiss at him. “I’m Jinchul but you can call me Jinon while at work.” He says and Seunghyun nods a bit dazed still. “Younghak told me you are looking for a job?” He asks gently and Seunghyun nods again, biting his lip.
“Well, you fit in the profile…” Jinchul says and Seunghyun can’t help but smile shyly at him. “Are you always this quiet?” He says with something akin to hope.
“He is just crushing on you hyung, give LeeU time to see your fail.” Yejun says as he skillfully avoiding Jinchul’s grabby hands. Seunghyun watch amused as Jinchul chases Yejun around and look at Younghak who is giving him thumbs up and can’t help but laugh.
For the first time in years, he feels like he belongs.
-
Jinchul-hyung end up hiring him, mostly out of spite (I’m cool Seunghyun-ah, I am! This brat knows nothing!) And soon enough he started as the new ‘attraction’ in Gorgeous. The job wasn’t bad at all, the girls give him good tips and he got to see Younghak dance skill that makes everyone in the room gape along with him; he was glad he wasn’t the only one.
Then there is their snarky bartender, Seunghyun is not sure, actually no one is but he is pretty sure the kid is underage and lies through his teeth even at Jinchul himself who is too smitten and scared of him to do something about it.
It happen sometimes that an innocent soul who take a look at Yejun’s pretty youthful face and asks (more out of curiosity than any type of treat) his age: the answer would be always twenty-one delivered in the most calm, robotic and slightly psychopathic tone of voice while the boy bares his teeth charmingly at the patron as he wipes a glass with deathly precision like saying ‘oh yes, I’m the one handling what you would put in your mouth next so do please mind your own business, thank you very much.
“What does it matter anyway? I’m a fucking good bartender, hyung!” Yejun sneers when he asks about it later and the boy wraps his arms around Seunghyun kissing him soundly right in the corner of his lips with a cheeky smile and the light cruel intention that seems to always carry with him.
“And that’s why Jinchul-hyung doesn’t ask anymore.” Younghak says shuddering as Seunghyun still feels a bit violated while Yejun decided to harass Jinchul instead, who is failing to reprimand him for swearing in front of the costumers.
Seunghyun watches how Yejun just smiles at Jinchul, not hearing a word he says as he waits for the right moment to whisper something in the older boy’s ear that leaves him red and sputtering, chasing Yejun like a lovesick puppy while the boy cackle madly, thought his eyes are always kind for Jinchul.
He stay back to help to clean and count how much money he made; if all night would be like this one, he would have no problem with living by himself without the help of his family.
Jinchul pats him in the back, walking toward the office and Seunghyun makes a face when Yejun came skipping down the floor toward him.
“So what is your story Hyung? How a rich kid cum model in the making end up here?” He says casually making Seunghyun choke the water he was drinking and stares between Yejun and Younghak.
“You guys knew?” Seunghyun’s eyes couldn’t get bigger as he stares at his two workmates.
“Younghak recognize you right away; he had been a big fan of you since forever. He didn’t have the chance to put all the posters he have of you.” Seunghyun stares at Younghak whose face is getting redder and redder.
“Then why-?” He whizzed out, thinking that next day his face would be in all the popular tabloid of his side of the country.
Yejun looks at his black painted nails, pouting cutely like he wasn’t the devil spawn.
“We thought you had some fall out with your rich folks… like dating a high profile prostitute or stripper…” Yejun says with a serious face before breaking in his trademark sadistic grin.
Seunghyun’s cheek when red so fast that he felt his head swirl with all the blood rushing to his face, he glares at Younghak who have the decency to flinch as he looks guilty and hopelessly at Yejun’s cackling figure.
“Younghak I hate you…” He says pouting and trying to storm out of the room with the dignity he has left.
“I swear hyung I didn’t tell him! He used his evil powers against me!” Younghak screams panicked as he runs to Seunghyun and the two of them engage in a tug-of-war landing them in a heated pile on the floor.
Jinchul decide to walk in the room, alarmed by Yejun’s evil laugh escalating and without batting at eye at his two employees currently wrestling or trying to make out, he put a hand on his hip looking at them all at a failed attempt to look like the boss.
“You three go back to work, I don’t pay you to look hot and do nothing.” He says crossing his arm over his chest missing Yejun’s mischievous eyes glinting dangerously.
“Actually you do hyung!” He says before tackling Jinchul to land on top of Younghak and Seunghyun who barely have the time to dodge and elbow in his face. He rolled away from the mess of limbs and drags Younghak with him, still mad at him for revealing such embarrassing things but seeing their hands linked and the tall boy’s sheepish expression make him forget his annoyance.
“Thank you, for everything.” Seunghyun says almost shyly, startling Younghak who smiled back now relaxed, playing with his fingers while looking eager and so, so close.
He will denied after it and blame Yejun for it but brushing his lips against Younghak on an impulse was the step to things much, much better. The boy just stared softly at him wrapping his hand around Seunghyun’s neck bumping their foreheads as they barely notices Jinchul and Yejun wolf-whistling in the background.
“Go home you two.” Jinchul says covering Yejun’s mouth before the boy could say anything to ruin the moment.
“Welcome Home Seunghyun.” Younghak says taking his hand and squeezing it softly, almost lovingly.
“I am home.”