Yoochun/Changmin; R
In a dark alley behind a smoky club.
A little drunk and a little delusional.
Fingers fishing through her long thick hair.
He let's out a little moan;
She's good.
She's really good.
She chokes on him;
rolling her tongue and making him come.
She stuffs him back and stands up straight;
She spits it out and runs a hand through her hair;
"fifty bucks" she says.
He smiles his Yoochun smiles
and hands her the money.
She struts away;
he watches her.
She's not worth because she's no Changmin