Chapter 1

• Hosun groaned and frowned at the text message he'd received from his landlord, once again reminding him to pay his rent. He gripped his silver hair in class, unable to pay attention to the lecturing professor.
• What was he going to do now? He'd been fired from his lame job as a waiter in a restaurant and at this point had nothing but a few dollars left for himself. He had to pay for his school, he had to pay for food. He had to pay for rent. He had to pay the people he'd borrowed from. He had no one to turn to for help.
• Hosun had no parents, or at least, lived like he had none. His family had disowned him when after graduating from high school, his parents had once caught him kissing a boy in his room and immediately assumed he was gay when in reality he was just being curious and trying to explore his sexuality.
• Well after that, it was the end of whatever relationship he shared with them and he was okay with it. He left home believing he would be able to fend for himself. But things got difficult along the way as student loans increased and he got fired from more than one job.
• "Fuck. What to do now?" he said to himself, rubbing his eyes in frustration until they reddened.
• "I have two fucking days before I'm kicked out..." he groaned.
• "You talking to me?" the guy sitting right in front of him in the amphitheater asked, turning to look at Hosun.
• The boy had beautiful brown hair and thick, yet well-carved, brows.
• "No," Hosun said.
• The boy furrowed his brows in wonder, realizing Hosun was probably talking to himself.
• 'Great. I got so many problems I speak to myself openly and now people are beginning to look at me.'
• Hosun thought, shaking his head when the guy faced front again.
• Unable to focus at all and way too preoccupied, he grabbed his backpack, stood, and stormed out of class.
• 'I'm dropping out. I won't be able to pay for school anymore. This is where it ends for me.'
• He thought, walking out of the building and sure never to return.
• *
• "What are you going to do now?" the blonde boy asked from behind the counter as he wiped clean the glasses.
• "I don't know, Bam." Hosun shook his head in frustration.
• He'd come to visit a friend who worked as bartender and barrister in this chic drinking club.
• "I'm thinking of, you know, dancing for money." Hosun shrugged.
• "Huh? Oh, on the streets? And have people watch and tip you?" Bam asked.
• "No. I mean, private shows. I– I want to become a stripper." Hosun said with difficulty.
• His friend's eyes widened.
• "What?? You can find something else and–"
• "I'm getting kicked out in two good days, okay? I have to find something quick. I'll offer my services to wealthy people. My body's not bad and you know I'm good at dancing. I'm pretty sure dancing and stripping aren't going to be difficult."
• "Sunny, have you thought this through? And, where will you find a strip club ready to employ you and pay you first so you pay your rent, in two days? It's going to be difficult."
• Hosun sighed and gripped his silver locks again.
• "I'll visit places where I know wealthy men will be. I'll personally propose giving them a good show. Even if it means taking me back to their cars or homes. No sex. Just dirty dancing and stripping."
• Bam was not a fan of what he was hearing but he understood just how frustrated his friend was. He wanted to lend Hosun some money but he had not received his cheque yet and would only do so at the end of the month. Plus, he shared a small apartment with someone else and couldn't accommodate Hosun.
• "I'm not okay with this but I understand you. I'll help." Bam put the glass he was cleaning down.
• "Come here tomorrow night. I'll help you sneak in." he started, "Tomorrow is a private soirée for a group of very wealthy men. It's every Wednesday. They come here to discuss business, meet beautiful women my boss brings to them, and enjoy a good jazz performance on the little stage. I can sneak you in so you have your way with some of them if you're lucky. Most of them are gay and can be themselves here with the young men, alongside the women, my boss provides."
• Hosun lit up immediately, having some hope.
• "Really?? Oh, thank you very much, Bam. I owe you one. As well as 600$. I'm so sorry. I'll repay you."
• Bam brushed it off.
• "Don't pressure yourself. Repay me when you're fully able to. I'll wait."
• "Thank you so much. You're the best." Hosun flashed him his bright smile and Bam smiled back.
• "I have to go now. I'll call you tomorrow before the soirée."
• "Got it. I'll keep you updated. Take care of yourself."
• "Thanks, pal."
• He reached over the counter and they shared a short hug before Hosun walked away.
• Head low as he manipulated his phone on his way out, he opened the bar's door to walk out and suddenly bumped hard into someone. Both groaned in slight pain as they were taken aback. The other person's phone dropped.
• "Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, I'm so sorry!" Hosun was quick to bend and pick up the expensive phone.
• He stood straight and handed it out, finally seeing the face of whom he'd walked into.
• It was a young and very handsome man, shorter than him, with pale and smooth skin, eyes smaller than his, and a round nose that fit his face perfectly.
• Hosun was quick to notice how expensive the man looked. From his fancy turtleneck, long coat with good cufflinks at the wrists, a Rolex watch, pure leather belt, and polished shoes. Hosun gulped, feeling like trash all of a sudden.
• The fact that the man looked very irritated caused him to panic infernally. However, he felt the man was familiar. Where had he seen him? Was it on TV? A newspaper? A magazine? Sure thing was that this was someone famous and important.
• "Here, sir," he muttered, feeling intimidated by the short man's aura.
• Min Yoonjin frowned and glared at the younger who flinched under his gaze. This fool had not only caused his phone to fall, but he'd also stepped on his polished red bottoms.
• "Clean it. Now." he hissed and Hosun was taken aback.
• "W– what?"
• "Clean," Yoonjin ordered, pointing at his shoe.
• Hosun's eyes widened and his brows furrowed.
• "Excuse me?!" he exclaimed, hands gripping his hips. "I'm sorry I bumped into you but there is no fucking way I'm kneeling to clean your shoe. What the fuck?"
• Yoonjin frowned. This kid had the guts.
• "The guts you have." he spat in annoyance, "Don't you know who I am??"
• "Should I?" Hosun raised a brow and folded his arms.
• This came almost as a shock to Yoonjin. He, the well-known Min Yoonjin and partner to famous Kim Namgyu, was being openly disrespected by some kids. All of Seoul knew Min Yoonjin. Not the airhead in front of him.
• "I am Min Yoonjin." the older said, his voice deep and threatening.
• "Uh, okay?" Hosun shrugged and poked the expensive phone against Yoonjin's chest, forcing him to take it.
• "Could talk all the day about who you are but I ain't got time for this. Bye."
• He tried to walk past the tycoon and out but was immediately grabbed by the collar by a giant that appeared from behind Yoonjin.
• "Should I teach him some manners, boss?" the man asked and Hosun was terrified.
• Yoonjin fixed his collar and glared at Hosun.
• "Don't. I don't blame peasants like himself."
• Hosun's mouth dropped and he wanted to snap but then remembered the giant holding him.
• "Let him go, Chanyeol. He's already wasted too much of my time." Yoonjin said dryly before walking in.
• "Aaaah!" Hosun screamed as he was flung out of the club and onto the hard sidewalk outside. The bodyguard then shut the door in his face.
• "What the fuck?! Fuck you!" Hosun shouted, standing and grabbing his bag.
• The door opened all of sudden.
• "Yeet!" Hosun yelped and immediately raced down the sidewalk as fast as he could.
• Turned out the person who'd opened the door was one of the bartenders going on a break, and not Min Yoonjin''s bodyguard as Hosun had thought.
• -
• "Where's your boss?" Yoonjin asked Bam in his usual monotone voice.
• "Good afternoon, Mr. Min. My boss is out for the moment."
• "Tell him I said he should reserve a private room for us tomorrow night. We'll be holding a meeting here." Yoonjin stated.
• "I will, sir."
• And with that, he turned on his heel and left the drinking club, followed by his very tall minion.