TAXI DANCER [PROLOGUE]
Title: Taxi Dancer [Prologue/?]
Pairing(s): Yunjae, (minor) Yoosu
Beta: kot_kendra
Word Count: 2,600+ words
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary:
One paid, drunken dance ignites a spark between the taxi dancer Jaejoong and the handsome Yunho. But is Jaejoong willing to let the man become his one and only partner?
AN: I did mention I was going to write a Yunjae fic along side The Roommate and this is it. I might or might not make character profiles; I might just let it write itself for a while. I'm not really sure how long this will be yet. Still, I hope everyone will enjoy the prologue and hopefully, will look forward to the first chapter and how the rest of the story will progress.
The two pics used don't really go with the story. But they do give you idea what Yunjae look like in this story (and I just had to use Jaejoong's bright red hair. I love it and I don't know why xD)
Anyway, here is the prologue :))
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PROLOGUE: Paid to Partner
He had just finished setting the empty glasses on the counter, when the handsome bartender called out to him:
“Jaejoong-hyung! You got three more customers.”
The beautiful man nodded, gracefully pulling himself over the counter and landing next the tall man, who handed him the names and times of his future customers.
“How long?” he asked, as he briefly checked himself in the large mirror behind the bar. He brushed his red velvet bangs from his sweaty forehead and rubbed the loose mascara that moved from his deep brown eyes onto his smooth, milky skin. He quickly took in his pale chest that peered out teasingly from his long-cut, black shirt and the ass-hugging, skinny jeans that shaped his lower regions perfectly.
Yes, he was ready.
“Just one section each,” the tall bartender, Shim Changmin, smirked at him, dishing out glass after glass to eager hands reaching out from the other side of the counter, “only three requests in the span of one hour? Looks like you’re losing your edge, Jaejoong-hyung.”
The beautiful redhead smacked the other on the back of the head as he walked by, inciting a wince from the teasing bartender, “You’re just jealous that they specifically asked for me and not you,” he then turned back and he ran his hands over his chest seductively while he retorted, “or maybe you’re jealous because you want me all yourself,” which only got him a deep glare and earned him a retaliating smack on the ass.
“In your dreams, hyung.”
Jaejoong’s laugh could barely be heard over the sound of the club’s speaker as he shuffled gracefully from the bar and to the lounge section, where his first customer was standing.
People were often very surprised when they asked him about his nightly activities. At first, they would assume that he was a stripper or exotic dancer, and some select few would confuse him as being some kind of prostitute. But Jaejoong would immediately deny, because he was none of those things. He never once sold his body for money, well, at least not directly…in a sense, he had only sold his skill.
No, the beautiful man was a waiter and dancer. But not just any dancer; a taxi dancer.
The club “O” was not only known the quality of music and the large, spacious dance floor but for its servers. Not only were a majority of them good-looking and exotic, but for a simple fee, a customer could request a dance. The owner at the time felt it was much easier for customers to request a dance than for his waiter/waitresses and bartenders to have to turn down drinks that the customers might send their way. Thus, the taxi dance system was used.
Much like the name implied, Jaejoong was paid for time; the time he spent just dancing with his customer. The time was based on the length of a section: which was two songs. More than one section (more than two songs) were double the amount of one four minute song. For hour was almost triple that amount, and a full night was quite expensive and very rare. Though, Jaejoong himself had only been paid for the full night a couple of times. Most of the time, it would only be for a couple of songs.
In a lot of ways, Jaejoong considered himself to be a ‘host of the dance floor’. He was paid not just for his dance but for his attention. During those dances, he would praise, console, and a lot of times, flirt with his customers. However, Jaejoong himself would always make sure he remained professional. It was only for the dance, nothing else.
Because of that, many would call Jaejoong a “tease”, but this kind of environment, weren’t they all?
Depending on the song, as well as the dancing ability of the customer, Jaejoong, like most of the waiters at “O” would often get requests for dances as well, was instructed to dance in a way that the song seemed to fit. But also in a way that customer felt comfortable in performing. Sometimes, the small man would be asked to teach his partner a specific kind of dance, and on rare occasions, he also would be asked to teach a large group of customers, most of times they were groups of women.
Most of his customers ranged between young, single girls and older (and rather lonely) men, who would request a dance partner (aka Jaejoong) as opposed to having to dance alone. And since this club, was rather popular for providing entertainment to the “always-single” as well as the “recently-single” men and women, of any sexual orientation, it wasn’t surprising for Jaejoong to dance to at least thirty to forty songs a night.
Of course, Jaejoong himself helped that out a little bit. For his gorgeous mix of masculine and feminine features, ranging from his petite, womanly waist to his broad, muscular shoulders, and not to mention the perfect combination of those soft, pouty lips and chiseled chin, brought him a lot of attention. Basically, Jaejoong was the perfect definition of an androgynous beauty, so it wasn’t unusual for him to get requests for dances, even from the men and women who already came in with a partner.
Which would often end up causing trouble for Jaejoong, leading to a couple of stand-offs with jealous boyfriends and girlfriends.
But in the end, Jaejoong was willing to put up with those kinds of customers, even his rather “touchy”, “feely” ones, if only for a few extra tips and money in the bank. It was not easy being a freelance artist in the city of Seoul, and dancing for a fee was something Jaejoong could live with; no matter what people thought about his reasons for dancing with strangers. Still, it wasn’t as if the lovely man approved of the advances of those customers, and there were many rules of the club that protected him against the bold, forceful ones.
Such as, while his customers were allowed to be affectionate with him, especially during the rather suggestive songs that flowed through the speakers, should they cross certain boundaries and make him or the other dancers feel uncomfortable, the dancers were allowed to stop the dance immediately. If their partner refused to stop their advances, their dance would end, without a refund. And if the customer continued to be persistent, they were shown to the door and restricted from entering the club ever again.
The owner was very protective of his workers, and would go the extra lengths to make sure they weren’t being harassed. Even more so with Jaejoong, who was not only a favorite among the regulars of “O”, but who was also a close friend of the owner. This connection had saved Jaejoong’s ass numerous times when he had to resort to physical means to secure his customers, which might have gotten him fired elsewhere.
That had only happened to Jaejoong a few times. A couple of female customers had been rather touchy during one of the dances, sneaking their hands into the front of his jeans, and so he had to halt the dance a couple of times to ask them to kindly to stop. And he could recall one or two of his male customers who been rather forceful in their drunken state, one almost pulling him in for a kiss (which kissing was off limits to both the customer and the dancer), and thus, he had to end the dances completely.
Luckily, Jaejoong had no such problems that night. His customer had been a rather older but not unattractive man. The songs they had danced to was rather fast and more upbeat. Jaejoong had preferred since it would require less intimate moments that slow songs had in abundance. The man had been extremely polite and seemed to be enjoying himself as Jaejoong noticed the man’s small pout and downcast eyes when the second song ended, and their time together was up.
The beautiful man smiled and gave the man a quick hug, thanking him for the dance, and heading off to meet with the next customer. The next one had been a younger woman, who might have been in her third or fourth year of college. She had been with a group of single friends, but wanted to try her hand at dancing with him.
Once again, Jaejoong was glad that their song had also been a fast one. Especially since she had had a few drinks in her, but was a little tipsy, and started to get bolder and bolder as the song went on. He had sighed in relief when the songs ended, and she had reluctantly left the dance floor and returned to her friends.
He then turned to his last customer of the night, and was instantly struck with surprise at the man’s appearance. What struck him the most was the fact that man was rather young, maybe about a year or two younger than him. He was tall and tanned with broad shouldered, muscular arms and chest, and a small, handsome face. His short black hair, fanned over his forehead flawless, and Jaejoong gulped as he watched the beads of sweat, created from the increasing temperature of the club, fall from the man’s hair and run down his long, elegant neck.
It was strange to have such a young, gorgeous man paying for a dance with him. It was hard to imagine a man like that coming to a club this without a willing partner on his arm, and also couldn’t imagine the man having a tough time finding a dance partner for free either. No doubt Jaejoong was curious and a bit suspicous. But when he noticed the man’s slightly hazed eyes and then heard the snickering of man’s equally drunk friend, sitting on one the lounge chairs behind him, Jaejoong could quickly figure out what was going on.
But instead of being annoyed or offended, Jaejoong act professionally and just smiled and introduced himself to his customer. Names were important during the dance, but then quickly forgotten. Except for the regular customers whom Jaejoong would instantly recognize. The taller man slowly stuttered out a reply. Yunho was the handsome man’s name.
‘Yunho.’
Jaejoong let the name roll smoothly off his tongue for a few moments, as he thought about how that name suited the man perfectly. Usually, the smaller man would normally reject customers like this. Those who were too intoxicated to even say their own names properly.
But for some reason, Jaejoong had ignored his own rule that night, too caught up in that pearly white but goofy smile that seemed to be permanently etched on the man’s face. Though, he didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he hadn’t turned down many attractive drunks before, both men and women. People who this go were often more trouble than they were worth, and they would often try to push the boundaries of Jaejoong’s patience.
Once again, he was not a whore. And he would not be treated like one.
Still, there was something different about this Yunho that Jaejoong couldn’t help but want to see what it would be like to dance with him.
When the next song began, he had calmly guided the man to the part of the dance floor where most of the dancers would take their customers; it was slightly off to the side where the rest of the club-goers danced, but still close enough to still be considered a part of the crowd.
The instant the man’s hands wrapped around his small waist, almost possessively, Jaejoong quickly fell into his role. After dancing with a number of customers in the past couple of years, the smaller man could easily figure out whether his dance partners preferred to lead or to be led. Thus, he had learned to play both roles, to both men and women. But Jaejoong could tell that this man had no desire to be led by anyone.
And so Jaejoong was willingly to be the follower this time.
This time, the song was slow and with a hint of seduction. The type of songs Jaejoong would call the “grinding” songs. The ones where the customer and he were the closest they were allowed to be and as intimate as they felt comfortable of being. And the smaller man found his body flushed against the handsome man, his ass brushed against the man’s warm thigh.
Soon, Jaejoong was met with another surprise from this Yunho. The man could actually dance. And he danced well. Very, very well. His skill almost surpassing Jaejoong’s own. Though, the beautiful redhead had never labeled himself a professional, not even close. Yes, he liked dancing and he was a good at it. Very good by many standards. But dancing was never his true passion, so he was would never consider himself a great dancer.
And especially over the thousands of dancing, whatever passion he once had for dancing, had already dwindled. And many times, he would find himself more robotic in his movements as the night went on.
But the man he was dancing with now, he could have been professional.
He moved THAT effortlessly, THAT gracefully.
As the song moved on in an achingly slow pace, Jaejoong had, uncharacteristically, allowed the man ran his hands down front of his chest and down to his navel, those slender fingers playing with belly ring and stroking his skin through his thin, sweat-covered shirt. Had even permitted the man’s soft lips to be pressed against the back of neck as hot breath blew on his wet skin, making him shiver. And even more unusual, he had let the man’s hands migrate further south, to where they had groped his ass and then comfortably resting in the back pockets of his jeans.
He didn’t know he had allowed the man to do so. It wasn’t like him to let his customers get so intimate, especially one as intoxicated as this one was. But for some reason, the lovely man couldn’t resist. Was it the way the man moved? Or the way he had touched him? So seductive and yet, gentle as a lover? Or was it the way he made Jaejoong melt under his adoring gaze?
Jaejoong didn’t know.
But what he did know was that, it had been a while since he had actually been this turned on during a dance.
“God, you’re so beautiful….,” Yunho’s deep voice, laced with lust and alcohol, cooed into his ear, as they continued to sway, perfectly in sync, with the beat of the music.
And Jaejoong, who was usually very good at delivering and taking compliments and praise, so much so that it would have made a male host jealous, couldn’t find the right words to say at the moment. Instead, he hummed his appreciation and unconsciously shifted closer to that warm body and those strong arms that had encased him.
Then suddenly the music died down, signaling that their song had ended. But just when Jaejoong turned his body to face the man, his voice got caught in his throat as his eyes met the man’s own. Those dark eyes were so full of intensity and desire that Jaejoong find himself unable to move, unable to look away.
And for the first time in a long time, the smaller man wished that the next song would never end.
TBC
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So, end of the prologue :33
I hope I was able to describe the role of taxi dancer (as compared to other professions). More people probably know more about it than I do. But it's basically (at least in the case of this fic) the hosts of the dance floor. Originally there were such things as taxi dance halls where customers (usually men) would pay a dime for a ticket in order to dance with a partner (usually a woman) for a certain length of time. However, there are no longer any dance halls. But there are still taxi dancers in clubs (though usually these are hostess clubs).
But in this particular club, the waiters/waitresses are also considered as taxi dancers. If a customer is lonely (someone who is single and doesn't want to dance alone but might also be too scared to ask) or just wants to dance with them in general, he/she can buy a dance with them. The taxi dancer will dance with them and they might also be required to teach the customer the dance as well. Some clubs do have this system but they will usually time the dances. But in this case, the length of dance is based on the number of songs. One section is two songs and any more sections are twice the amount.
Dances are basically as much as tips. But to have the amount of dances in one night like Jaejoong has, would be very useful. Which is why he does it. And in this case, he's not a professional by any means. But he IS good at it. Again, I'm not an expert on taxi dancing or the clubs they might work at. A lot of it is based on my own interpretation and of course, a lot of fiction. Still, I hope this extra description helped a little bit.
Anyway, In first chapter you will get to know more about Yunho (as opposed to Jaejoong in the prologue). Jaejoong himself is pretty much mystery here. Only his side-job, and a small glimpse about how he feels about it. And of course Yunjae's first meeting xDD
So let's see how it goes~
Thanks for reading! And please let me know what you think in the comments. Constructive criticism helps a lot ♥
Pairing(s): Yunjae, (minor) Yoosu
Beta: kot_kendra
Word Count: 2,600+ words
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary:
One paid, drunken dance ignites a spark between the taxi dancer Jaejoong and the handsome Yunho. But is Jaejoong willing to let the man become his one and only partner?
AN: I did mention I was going to write a Yunjae fic along side The Roommate and this is it. I might or might not make character profiles; I might just let it write itself for a while. I'm not really sure how long this will be yet. Still, I hope everyone will enjoy the prologue and hopefully, will look forward to the first chapter and how the rest of the story will progress.
The two pics used don't really go with the story. But they do give you idea what Yunjae look like in this story (and I just had to use Jaejoong's bright red hair. I love it and I don't know why xD)
Anyway, here is the prologue :))
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PROLOGUE: Paid to Partner
He had just finished setting the empty glasses on the counter, when the handsome bartender called out to him:
“Jaejoong-hyung! You got three more customers.”
The beautiful man nodded, gracefully pulling himself over the counter and landing next the tall man, who handed him the names and times of his future customers.
“How long?” he asked, as he briefly checked himself in the large mirror behind the bar. He brushed his red velvet bangs from his sweaty forehead and rubbed the loose mascara that moved from his deep brown eyes onto his smooth, milky skin. He quickly took in his pale chest that peered out teasingly from his long-cut, black shirt and the ass-hugging, skinny jeans that shaped his lower regions perfectly.
Yes, he was ready.
“Just one section each,” the tall bartender, Shim Changmin, smirked at him, dishing out glass after glass to eager hands reaching out from the other side of the counter, “only three requests in the span of one hour? Looks like you’re losing your edge, Jaejoong-hyung.”
The beautiful redhead smacked the other on the back of the head as he walked by, inciting a wince from the teasing bartender, “You’re just jealous that they specifically asked for me and not you,” he then turned back and he ran his hands over his chest seductively while he retorted, “or maybe you’re jealous because you want me all yourself,” which only got him a deep glare and earned him a retaliating smack on the ass.
“In your dreams, hyung.”
Jaejoong’s laugh could barely be heard over the sound of the club’s speaker as he shuffled gracefully from the bar and to the lounge section, where his first customer was standing.
People were often very surprised when they asked him about his nightly activities. At first, they would assume that he was a stripper or exotic dancer, and some select few would confuse him as being some kind of prostitute. But Jaejoong would immediately deny, because he was none of those things. He never once sold his body for money, well, at least not directly…in a sense, he had only sold his skill.
No, the beautiful man was a waiter and dancer. But not just any dancer; a taxi dancer.
The club “O” was not only known the quality of music and the large, spacious dance floor but for its servers. Not only were a majority of them good-looking and exotic, but for a simple fee, a customer could request a dance. The owner at the time felt it was much easier for customers to request a dance than for his waiter/waitresses and bartenders to have to turn down drinks that the customers might send their way. Thus, the taxi dance system was used.
Much like the name implied, Jaejoong was paid for time; the time he spent just dancing with his customer. The time was based on the length of a section: which was two songs. More than one section (more than two songs) were double the amount of one four minute song. For hour was almost triple that amount, and a full night was quite expensive and very rare. Though, Jaejoong himself had only been paid for the full night a couple of times. Most of the time, it would only be for a couple of songs.
In a lot of ways, Jaejoong considered himself to be a ‘host of the dance floor’. He was paid not just for his dance but for his attention. During those dances, he would praise, console, and a lot of times, flirt with his customers. However, Jaejoong himself would always make sure he remained professional. It was only for the dance, nothing else.
Because of that, many would call Jaejoong a “tease”, but this kind of environment, weren’t they all?
Depending on the song, as well as the dancing ability of the customer, Jaejoong, like most of the waiters at “O” would often get requests for dances as well, was instructed to dance in a way that the song seemed to fit. But also in a way that customer felt comfortable in performing. Sometimes, the small man would be asked to teach his partner a specific kind of dance, and on rare occasions, he also would be asked to teach a large group of customers, most of times they were groups of women.
Most of his customers ranged between young, single girls and older (and rather lonely) men, who would request a dance partner (aka Jaejoong) as opposed to having to dance alone. And since this club, was rather popular for providing entertainment to the “always-single” as well as the “recently-single” men and women, of any sexual orientation, it wasn’t surprising for Jaejoong to dance to at least thirty to forty songs a night.
Of course, Jaejoong himself helped that out a little bit. For his gorgeous mix of masculine and feminine features, ranging from his petite, womanly waist to his broad, muscular shoulders, and not to mention the perfect combination of those soft, pouty lips and chiseled chin, brought him a lot of attention. Basically, Jaejoong was the perfect definition of an androgynous beauty, so it wasn’t unusual for him to get requests for dances, even from the men and women who already came in with a partner.
Which would often end up causing trouble for Jaejoong, leading to a couple of stand-offs with jealous boyfriends and girlfriends.
But in the end, Jaejoong was willing to put up with those kinds of customers, even his rather “touchy”, “feely” ones, if only for a few extra tips and money in the bank. It was not easy being a freelance artist in the city of Seoul, and dancing for a fee was something Jaejoong could live with; no matter what people thought about his reasons for dancing with strangers. Still, it wasn’t as if the lovely man approved of the advances of those customers, and there were many rules of the club that protected him against the bold, forceful ones.
Such as, while his customers were allowed to be affectionate with him, especially during the rather suggestive songs that flowed through the speakers, should they cross certain boundaries and make him or the other dancers feel uncomfortable, the dancers were allowed to stop the dance immediately. If their partner refused to stop their advances, their dance would end, without a refund. And if the customer continued to be persistent, they were shown to the door and restricted from entering the club ever again.
The owner was very protective of his workers, and would go the extra lengths to make sure they weren’t being harassed. Even more so with Jaejoong, who was not only a favorite among the regulars of “O”, but who was also a close friend of the owner. This connection had saved Jaejoong’s ass numerous times when he had to resort to physical means to secure his customers, which might have gotten him fired elsewhere.
That had only happened to Jaejoong a few times. A couple of female customers had been rather touchy during one of the dances, sneaking their hands into the front of his jeans, and so he had to halt the dance a couple of times to ask them to kindly to stop. And he could recall one or two of his male customers who been rather forceful in their drunken state, one almost pulling him in for a kiss (which kissing was off limits to both the customer and the dancer), and thus, he had to end the dances completely.
Luckily, Jaejoong had no such problems that night. His customer had been a rather older but not unattractive man. The songs they had danced to was rather fast and more upbeat. Jaejoong had preferred since it would require less intimate moments that slow songs had in abundance. The man had been extremely polite and seemed to be enjoying himself as Jaejoong noticed the man’s small pout and downcast eyes when the second song ended, and their time together was up.
The beautiful man smiled and gave the man a quick hug, thanking him for the dance, and heading off to meet with the next customer. The next one had been a younger woman, who might have been in her third or fourth year of college. She had been with a group of single friends, but wanted to try her hand at dancing with him.
Once again, Jaejoong was glad that their song had also been a fast one. Especially since she had had a few drinks in her, but was a little tipsy, and started to get bolder and bolder as the song went on. He had sighed in relief when the songs ended, and she had reluctantly left the dance floor and returned to her friends.
He then turned to his last customer of the night, and was instantly struck with surprise at the man’s appearance. What struck him the most was the fact that man was rather young, maybe about a year or two younger than him. He was tall and tanned with broad shouldered, muscular arms and chest, and a small, handsome face. His short black hair, fanned over his forehead flawless, and Jaejoong gulped as he watched the beads of sweat, created from the increasing temperature of the club, fall from the man’s hair and run down his long, elegant neck.
It was strange to have such a young, gorgeous man paying for a dance with him. It was hard to imagine a man like that coming to a club this without a willing partner on his arm, and also couldn’t imagine the man having a tough time finding a dance partner for free either. No doubt Jaejoong was curious and a bit suspicous. But when he noticed the man’s slightly hazed eyes and then heard the snickering of man’s equally drunk friend, sitting on one the lounge chairs behind him, Jaejoong could quickly figure out what was going on.
But instead of being annoyed or offended, Jaejoong act professionally and just smiled and introduced himself to his customer. Names were important during the dance, but then quickly forgotten. Except for the regular customers whom Jaejoong would instantly recognize. The taller man slowly stuttered out a reply. Yunho was the handsome man’s name.
‘Yunho.’
Jaejoong let the name roll smoothly off his tongue for a few moments, as he thought about how that name suited the man perfectly. Usually, the smaller man would normally reject customers like this. Those who were too intoxicated to even say their own names properly.
But for some reason, Jaejoong had ignored his own rule that night, too caught up in that pearly white but goofy smile that seemed to be permanently etched on the man’s face. Though, he didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he hadn’t turned down many attractive drunks before, both men and women. People who this go were often more trouble than they were worth, and they would often try to push the boundaries of Jaejoong’s patience.
Once again, he was not a whore. And he would not be treated like one.
Still, there was something different about this Yunho that Jaejoong couldn’t help but want to see what it would be like to dance with him.
When the next song began, he had calmly guided the man to the part of the dance floor where most of the dancers would take their customers; it was slightly off to the side where the rest of the club-goers danced, but still close enough to still be considered a part of the crowd.
The instant the man’s hands wrapped around his small waist, almost possessively, Jaejoong quickly fell into his role. After dancing with a number of customers in the past couple of years, the smaller man could easily figure out whether his dance partners preferred to lead or to be led. Thus, he had learned to play both roles, to both men and women. But Jaejoong could tell that this man had no desire to be led by anyone.
And so Jaejoong was willingly to be the follower this time.
This time, the song was slow and with a hint of seduction. The type of songs Jaejoong would call the “grinding” songs. The ones where the customer and he were the closest they were allowed to be and as intimate as they felt comfortable of being. And the smaller man found his body flushed against the handsome man, his ass brushed against the man’s warm thigh.
Soon, Jaejoong was met with another surprise from this Yunho. The man could actually dance. And he danced well. Very, very well. His skill almost surpassing Jaejoong’s own. Though, the beautiful redhead had never labeled himself a professional, not even close. Yes, he liked dancing and he was a good at it. Very good by many standards. But dancing was never his true passion, so he was would never consider himself a great dancer.
And especially over the thousands of dancing, whatever passion he once had for dancing, had already dwindled. And many times, he would find himself more robotic in his movements as the night went on.
But the man he was dancing with now, he could have been professional.
He moved THAT effortlessly, THAT gracefully.
As the song moved on in an achingly slow pace, Jaejoong had, uncharacteristically, allowed the man ran his hands down front of his chest and down to his navel, those slender fingers playing with belly ring and stroking his skin through his thin, sweat-covered shirt. Had even permitted the man’s soft lips to be pressed against the back of neck as hot breath blew on his wet skin, making him shiver. And even more unusual, he had let the man’s hands migrate further south, to where they had groped his ass and then comfortably resting in the back pockets of his jeans.
He didn’t know he had allowed the man to do so. It wasn’t like him to let his customers get so intimate, especially one as intoxicated as this one was. But for some reason, the lovely man couldn’t resist. Was it the way the man moved? Or the way he had touched him? So seductive and yet, gentle as a lover? Or was it the way he made Jaejoong melt under his adoring gaze?
Jaejoong didn’t know.
But what he did know was that, it had been a while since he had actually been this turned on during a dance.
“God, you’re so beautiful….,” Yunho’s deep voice, laced with lust and alcohol, cooed into his ear, as they continued to sway, perfectly in sync, with the beat of the music.
And Jaejoong, who was usually very good at delivering and taking compliments and praise, so much so that it would have made a male host jealous, couldn’t find the right words to say at the moment. Instead, he hummed his appreciation and unconsciously shifted closer to that warm body and those strong arms that had encased him.
Then suddenly the music died down, signaling that their song had ended. But just when Jaejoong turned his body to face the man, his voice got caught in his throat as his eyes met the man’s own. Those dark eyes were so full of intensity and desire that Jaejoong find himself unable to move, unable to look away.
And for the first time in a long time, the smaller man wished that the next song would never end.
TBC
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So, end of the prologue :33
I hope I was able to describe the role of taxi dancer (as compared to other professions). More people probably know more about it than I do. But it's basically (at least in the case of this fic) the hosts of the dance floor. Originally there were such things as taxi dance halls where customers (usually men) would pay a dime for a ticket in order to dance with a partner (usually a woman) for a certain length of time. However, there are no longer any dance halls. But there are still taxi dancers in clubs (though usually these are hostess clubs).
But in this particular club, the waiters/waitresses are also considered as taxi dancers. If a customer is lonely (someone who is single and doesn't want to dance alone but might also be too scared to ask) or just wants to dance with them in general, he/she can buy a dance with them. The taxi dancer will dance with them and they might also be required to teach the customer the dance as well. Some clubs do have this system but they will usually time the dances. But in this case, the length of dance is based on the number of songs. One section is two songs and any more sections are twice the amount.
Dances are basically as much as tips. But to have the amount of dances in one night like Jaejoong has, would be very useful. Which is why he does it. And in this case, he's not a professional by any means. But he IS good at it. Again, I'm not an expert on taxi dancing or the clubs they might work at. A lot of it is based on my own interpretation and of course, a lot of fiction. Still, I hope this extra description helped a little bit.
Anyway, In first chapter you will get to know more about Yunho (as opposed to Jaejoong in the prologue). Jaejoong himself is pretty much mystery here. Only his side-job, and a small glimpse about how he feels about it. And of course Yunjae's first meeting xDD
So let's see how it goes~
Thanks for reading! And please let me know what you think in the comments. Constructive criticism helps a lot ♥