Because You're Mine (oneshot)
Title: Because You're Mine
Pairing: WooHo (Wooyoung/Junho)
Genre: stripper!AU, romance
Word count: 7970
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, strippers, drinking and porn at the end. Don't like porn? Don't read the end.
The weather outtside hit Junho like a wall as he stepped outside the club. Wrapping his bulky coat tighter around him, he made a mental note to thank Nichkhun for forcing him to take it with him when Junho had insisted on not changing out of his costume before leaving that night.
As he shuffled down the dark street, he could make out the usual sounds from the connected alleys- groans, giggles and the occasional unrestrained moan. Even after two years, being in this part of town sent shivers down his spine, and not from the cold. Trying to block out the disgusting noises that surrounded him, he quickened his pace and fixed his gaze on the cement.
His shoulder knocked into something and he glanced to the side just enough to see a pinstriped shoulder and hear a quiet, “Sorry, excuse me,” before the other man continued on his way. Junho stared after him, a medium height man dressed impeccably in a dark suit. Not the kind of man he was used to seeing around here at this time- well, at least not without drivers or bodyguards or friends or something. Men like him never came alone- company meant alibis for the wives, someone to back up whatever excuse they created later for coming to this unclean place
“Wait!” Junho called out, and the other stopped and turned around. His face was kind and young, his eyebrows raised as he gazed back at Junho. Junho felt a lump form in his throat as his mind scrambled to find something else to say. Ah, fuck it, he thought as the man smiled in response to his flustered silence, and he said the only thing he knew that kept a man from leaving in a place like this:
“Looking for some company tonight?”
For some reason, that was the last thing Wooyoung expected the stranger to ask him. Which made no sense, considering where they were and that was what he came here for in the first place. He couldn't help the smile spreading on his face- he definitely didn't look like a whore, but those were leather pants underneath the oversized black coat and white and grey backpack, weren't they? Was there such a thing as a practical whore?
“Excuse me?” Wooyoung asked after several moments of awkward silence, during which the supposed whore stood completely still, eyes wide as if he too couldn't believe what just came out of his mouth. Wooyoung's voice seemed to snap him out of his daze and his gaze hardened before a bright smile spread on his face.
“There's only one reason a person would be in this part of town this late at night,” he replied, taking a step forward. “Well?”
Wooyoung chuckled, wagging his finger at the other man. “Look, kid, anyone can see you're not a whore.” The other's smile faltered a little. “If you need money, I'll be happy to give you some.” Wooyoung saw his eyes narrow into even tinier slits.
“I'm not looking for your pity, asshole,” he said coldly, his hands balling up into tight fists at his side. “You're looking to get laid, and I'm looking for business. Take it or leave it.” Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh again, running a hand through his hair. “I may be looking for sex, but not from some two-bit slut who can't even be bothered to pretty himself up for his customers. I can tell just by looking that you wouldn't be any fun for me.”
This time it was the other man's turn to smile, and Wooyoung liked the way the happy grin turned his eyes into little half-moons. “Is that a challenge?” he purred, and before Wooyoung could answer he had crossed the entire space between them, his breath warm against Wooyoung's face. The other leaned in slowly, and Wooyoung instinctively closed his eyes and waited. He felt the slightest brush of lips against his and then nothing. He opened his eyes to those little half-moons staring back, gleaming with mischief.
“You're a fucking tease,” Wooyoung growled, his voice coming out more breathless than he would have liked. The man playfully poked Wooyoung's nose before stepping back.
“That I may be,” he replied. “But you're right, I'm not a whore. My name is Junho and I work at a club down that street.” He reached out and grabbed Wooyoung's hand, forcing him to take a business card.
“Y-You're a stripper?” Wooyoung asked, wishing like hell he'd stop being so obvious in his staring at Junho's lips.
“I'm a dancer,” he replied, pouting slightly. “And don't argue, there is a difference.” He sighed out loud and glanced around. “Well, I know you have business to attend to. Stop by the club sometime, if you want.”
And with that, the dancer was gone, jogging down the street. All earlier desire now gone, Wooyoung flipped open his cell phone and called his driver.
Not that he'd be gone for long.
The next night as Junho walked back into A.M. 2 P.M., he had a bounce in his step, despite his lack of sleep. He'd been too excited to sleep, replaying his encounter over and over and over as he lay awake in bed.
“Well, don't you look cheerful,” Chansung muttered as Junho pranced into their changing room. Junho just grinned back at his fellow dancer.
“I have some news that'll wipe that smile off your face,” Jo Kwon said, smirking from his locker. Junho glanced over nervously, shoving his backpack into the locker and stripping off his shirt. “Changmin told me the totals for last month. Guess who made the most for the third month in a row?”
Junho and Chansung rolled their eyes, returning to their changing. “Let me guess,” Junho said, pulling on his leather pants. “You?”
“That's right!” the other dancer squealed. “And guess who made the least?” He glared pointedly at Junho, and Chansung sighed.
“Junho, just let Kwon and me teach you some tricks,” Chansung said, exasperated.
“I don't need your tricks,” Junho mumbled. “I'm not a stripper, I'm a dancer.” It was Jo Kwon's turn to roll his eyes.
“Not in this club, kid. You're just as dirty as the rest of us.” Junho's jaw tightened. “I'm serious, you could live so much better if you'd just take off a little, flirt a little, just do something.”
“The customers call you 'The Tease,'” Chansung chuckled, closing and locking his locker. “I swear, the second you give themanything, they'll throw their entire bank accounts at you!”
Sometimes Junho couldn't believe Chansung was younger than him. “I'd rather keep my pride and let them keep their bank accounts,” he replied, and felt a wave of relief as Nichkhun entered the locker room. “Khun!”
The Thai-American waved at him, trudging to his own locker. Junho skipped over, holding out the huge coat from last night. “Thanks so much for letting me borrow it,” Junho said sheepishly. “I think I might've died without it.”
Nichkhun grinned, moving to shove the coat into the locker. He paused, bringing it back to his face. “Junho, when did you start wearing cologne?” The brunette eyed him suspiciously. Junho's face went bright red and he didn't even bother saying anything, because Khun was already jumping up and down with Chansung and Jo Kwon as they started a chorus of, “Someone got laid~! Someone got laid~!”
Junho thanked God for Seulong as the muscular bartender poked his head in and yelled at them to be quiet. “Fifteen minutes until opening. Hurry up and get on stage!” he barked.
“But Junho got laid!” Jo Kwon whined. “This means we should get a night off to celebrate!” Seulong rolled his eyes and ignored him.
“Just hurry up or I'll get Changmin to come in here and get you.” That was enough, in less than a minute all four dancers were in their respective positions on stage.
After about ten seconds of waiting around, Khun crossed over the stage to Junho's spot, much to the younger man's dismay. “So? Are you going to tell me about it or do I have to force it out of you?” the taller man asked, wrapping his arms around Junho's shoulders.
Junho sighed, leaning onto Khun. Khun was the only one in the club that could really be trusted, Junho's only friend. “Nothing happened,” he said quietly, and Khun raised his eyebrows incredulously.
“You won't believe this,” Junho laughed quietly, and told him the story. When it was over he braced himself, fully expecting Nichkhun to burst out laughing. Instead, the older man patted him on the head and smiled. “What, not going to make fun of me?”
“Maybe later, but only if he shows up,” the other replied, and Junho raised an eyebrow. “Hey, I don't always make fun of you! That story was... I don't know... special? Is that the word?” Khun struggled with his broken Korean for a few minutes before giving up. “Look, I really hope he shows up, okay?”
Jinwoon shouted across the club that it was two minutes until the doors open and Khun made his way back to his spot. Junho's stomach started doing flips of excitement as he bounced from once foot to the other on stage. He could hear Chansung and Jo Kwon making fun of him from across the stage, but didn't care. He'd decided tonight was going to be one of those nights- he was really going to dance, to do what he knew he was good at.
But only if he showed up.
“What the hell am I doing here?” Wooyoung growled angrily, sinking low in his seat to avoid the curious gazes. He should've known better than to have his driver bring him here. The huge crowd gathered outside of A.M. 2 P.M was getting a huge kick out of trying to figure out what celebrity or CEO was waiting to get into a strip club- and an all male strip club, at that.
Wooyoung didn't care about exposure, but he knew Taecyeon would have a heart-attack if he heard that the son of the company actually pulled up in the company car and went into such a club. So Wooyoung had the driver go up a few blocks and pull around a corner and he walked there himself. The bouncer was not much of a bouncer- a young, pretty kid named Jinwoon who smiled coyly at Wooyoung as he entered. The inside of the club was surprisingly high-class, with a gleaming, wooden bar standing in front of an impressive mirrored wall sparkling with the most expensive alcohol available. The rest of the open area consisted of round tables facing a large stage. A few tables were lined up right in front of the stage, all boasting placards with “V.I.P.” printed on them. The stage was currently empty, the dancers probably on a break- this was what Wooyoung got for showing up three hours after opening.
Sitting himself at the bar, he looked around at his fellow customers, recognizing some big-name businessmen he'd met at conferences and sincerely hoping they didn't notice him. A few scattered women graced the crowd as well, looking just as eager for the dancers to return as the men.
“Can I get you something, sir?” A deep voice interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up to find the buff bartender watching him, eyes narrowed suspiciously. Wooyoung gave him a slow smile and the man seemed to relax a bit.
“What I'd love is some information,” Wooyoung replied, looking at his nails. “Specifically about your dancers, but I'm interested in the club, too. I've never been here before.”
“Don't tell him anything, Seulong,” came a familiar voice from behind. “You can't trust this guy.” Wooyoung grinned and turned around to face Changmin, slapping him on the shoulder.
“You mean you own this club, too?” he asked as the other man sat next to him, grinning at Seulong.
“I was just kidding, Seulong,” he chuckled, waving the taller man away. “I'll answer this idiot's questions, you handle the customers.” Changmin looked back at Wooyoung. “Why am I not surprised to find you here? You know, when a normal person gets into the tabloids at least three times a week, they try and lay low, not go to the most famous male strip club in the city.”
“Is this place that famous?” Wooyoung mused, looking around. “I don't like it as much as your other places.” Changmin slapped him on the shoulder.
“That's because you only come to my clubs for a quick lay,” the older man chuckled. “This place is about more than that. My boys here are the absolute best, they're not cheap whores.”
“Oh really?” Wooyoung asked, tempted to tell him the reason he came, but knew it would probably get Junho in trouble. Junho. Just thinking the name sent him into a daze, and he licked his lips absentmindedly. “Why don't you tell me about these boys?”
“Interested, are we?” Wooyoung just nodded, and Changmin chuckled before going on. “Our big money-maker is Jo Kwon, very pretty and the best at giving the audience what they want. He has one hell of an attitude, though. He's our princess. Then there's Chansung, who's a little young, but I've never seen a man work a pole like he does. Our third best is Junsu, but he's off today. Then there's Nichkhun, who's the only reason we have women here, though he's pretty popular among the men, too. Lastly, there's Junho, but you won't like him.”
“And why won't I like him?” He wanted to tell Changmin the story so badly, but keeping it a secret made everything so much more amusing.
“He's not very popular. Most men, including you, are all about instant gratification. You want a dancer to get down on all fours and show you what you want, but he doesn't do that. He just dances, and if you like it, good, and if you don't, he could care less. He's a failure as an exotic dancer, but damn, he's the best dancer we have, technically speaking.” Changmin smirked and put a finger to his lips. “Don't tell the other dancers I said that, though. Jo Kwon would murder me.”
“Why do you bother keeping a dancer like that around?” Wooyoung asked, starting to get bored with the conversation.
“He's a tease- he brings them in, catches their attention first, and they throw money at him left and right, but when they don't get what they want they have to another dancer and throw even more money at that one. Without Junho I wouldn't make nearly as much as I do. Never underestimate the power of sexual frustration, Wooyoungsshi.”
The lights went dark, the music was cranked up, and Wooyoung forgot all about Changmin in an instant.
As he lay across one of the benches in the dressing room, Junho decided this had to be the worst night ever. How could he have gotten his hopes up so high? He'd spent the first three hours searching through the crowd, painfully trying to make out each face.
To make it worse, the customers were somehow worse tonight as well. He was used to being shouted at, ordered to do more and was accustomed to ignoring them as their shouts grew louder and more frustrated. This was his life, his act. He would never go so low as to dance for someone else, do what they wanted him to do. He had his pride, after all. Tonight they were getting to him, though. All he wanted was to see that one face, and their voices were distracting him. He almost shouted back at one man, but Seulong managed to get him to go to Chansung before he snapped. Afterward he'd stormed off stage five minutes earlier and spent their entire break trying not to cry.
He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see Khun smiling kindly down at him. “Time to go back on. You okay?” Junho nodded, feeling a thousand times more tired than he had earlier. He followed the line of men, rubbing his arms nervously. As he stepped onto stage, he could feel their disgusting glares and his stomach turned. He met their eyes in a challenge, disgusted by the hunger he found there.
Fuck you all. I don't dance for you. The music started, and he closed his eyes and let himself get lost in it all.
Wooyoung leaned back in his seat, marveling at how soft and comfortable it was. He loved having connections, and made a mental note to give a nice donation to Changmin later to ensure he always got this kind of treatment. He could feel the envious glares of the customers behind him as he sipped his drink at his V.I.P. Table and reveled in it.
A new song started as the dancers stepped out, and he raked his eyes over them appreciatively. His eyes lingered just a bit longer on who he figured to be Nichkhun- cute face, fantastic muscles and damn, what a walk. As Junho stepped out, Wooyoung felt himself smile- so that's why he wore leather pants. As Junho turned around and gave the crowd a delicious view of his backside, he made another mental note to commend Changmin on his fantastic taste in costumes.
Junho stared out at the crowd and Wooyoung swore his face was angry- was there such a thing as an angry exotic dancer? This man never failed to surprise, and Wooyoung loved every second of it. As he started to move, the dancer closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and Wooyoung found himself inhaling deeply with him. As Junho stretched upwards, his thin shirt raised up just enough to reveal about an inch of skin on the dancer's belly, and Wooyoung sighed out loud. This kid was good.
As he watched, Wooyoung began to see what Changmin was saying about Junho. Junho's dancing had nothing to do with his audience- he didn't even look at them. The man appeared to be entirely focused on himself and the dance. And it was completely enthralling. Wooyoung became aware of money being tossed onto the stage, and he brought out his wallet, took out a twenty and tossed it onto the spot right in front of his table. He didn't care if Junho wanted to ignore the audience- he would not be ignoring Wooyoung.
The music faded and the dancers bowed and started collecting the money on stage. The others waved and blew kisses to their audience, Jo Kwon and Chansung bent to pick up their bills coyly, acting shocked and shy when the men around them whooped and cheered. Junho didn't look up as he picked up his money, his cheeks bright red as his crowd began to get angry. One particular man was louder than the rest:
“You fucking whore, at least look at us! We're giving you money, so show us something good! What, you think you're better than us?”
Wooyoung felt his eye start to twitch and was very relieved when the bartender came over and took the man over to the one of the other dancers. Meanwhile Junho had noticed the bill in front of Wooyoung, and seemed to be debating whether or not to retrieve it. Finally, the dancer made his way over and bent to pick it up, but didn't look over to see who was at the table, much to Wooyoung's disappointment. So, he took matters into his own hands.
He stood up and walked around the table while Junho was still bent over and reached out to grab the dancer's hand as he went for the bill. Junho went rigid and the crowd around them went silent as Wooyoung smiled up at the man expectantly. Slowly but surely, Junho lifted his gaze and, his eyes widening as he looked down at Wooyoung, a smile burst out on his face. Wooyoung pulled on his hand, forcing Junho closer, and whispered in his ear:
“Relax up there and ignore these pricks. You're the best dancer I've ever seen.”
“Wh-what's your name?” the dancer whispered back quickly, almost desperate.
“Wooyoung.”
He let him go and laughed as Junho practically skipped backstage.
“He's here, he's here! Oh my fucking God, he's here, Nichkhun!”
Junho was jumping, no, leaping around the dressing room as Nichkhun tried his best to calm his friend, seeing as they had to go back onstage in less than two minutes.
“I know, I know,” Khun said, grabbing onto Junho shirt to hold him still. “But you still need to dance, Junho. He came here to see you dance, you know, not bounce around and flail.” Junho's eyes glazed over.
“He said I'm the best dancer he's ever seen,” he squealed, and resumed his bouncing. Jo Kwon, fed up and ready to get going, walked over and slapped him on the back of his head.
“Yah! How about you try to get some money out of that asshole, then? I'm willing to bet he gets bored by the end of the next song and comes to watch me instead.”
Junho's eyes narrowed. “No, he won't,” he growled, but it came out as more of a mumble. Nichkhun squeezed his arm encouragingly as they stepped back onstage, and Junho immediately looked for Wooyoung as he took his spot. There he was, perfectly handsome, sitting in a table to himself right in front of Junho.
He blushed as Wooyoung watched him and for the first time in his life, Junho gave a performance for someone else.
Wooyoung yawned and stretched as he tried to concentrate on whatever the sheet of paper in front of him was- something important, he caught that much, a contract? He shrugged and signed it, grinning at Jay and he handed it back.
“You didn't even read it, did you?” the shorter man asked, glaring at him.
“Nope, not a word,” he replied, and Jay sighed and shook his head, heading out of the large office. He paused in the doorway and looked back.
“I'd hide if I were you. Taecyeon's heading this way and he doesn't look happy. He was looking over your credit card bills earlier, I'm pretty sure.” With that, the older man took off, also wanting to avoid the wrath of their beastly coworker.
Wooyoung grimaced and wondered for a moment if hiding under his desk might work. He decided against it, and just as he was about to try the window, Taecyeon came raging in.
“How is it even possible for one person to spend this much in three weeks?!” he demanded, gripping a sheet of paper. “And all in cash withdrawals! What the fuck do you need this much cash for?!” Wooyoung sank back in his chair, shrugging. “Wooyoung, I'm not asking this as your employee, I'm asking as your friend,” he went on, more calmly. His eyes were pleading. “You've been strange the past few weeks. What the hell have you been doing?”
Wooyoung pouted. “You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Plus you'll be really angry.”
“I don't care, just tell me. Jay's worried, too, you know. You haven't gone out with us in a long time.”
“Well,” the other began, a wide grinning spreading on his face. “How about we go out together tonight and I show you?” Taecyeon looked suspicious a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.
Junho was going insane, he was sure of it. As he sat at A.M. 2 P.M.'s bar three hours before opening, he was sure that he was going absolutely batshit crazy and all because Wooyoung. For three whole weeks, Wooyoung came and watched Junho dance. He came every night, but never at the same time, which meant Junho spent the hours beforehand frenzied and nervous. What if he didn't come that night? Did he finally get bored with him? If he didn't show up tonight, would he come tomorrow night? Or the night after? Just about the time Junho was ready to give up and cry, Wooyoung would come strutting in the door, take his usual seat and blow Junho away. Junho wasn't even sure how Wooyoung did it. Junho was as enthralled as the crowd was with the dancers, but instead with a man who just sat and stared and smiled. His eyes never once left Junho, and the things the dancer saw in those eyes gave him goosebumps and made his blood boil, in a good way. Junho spent the entire performance on edge, hoping and praying that when the night was over, the other man would, for once, be waiting for him.
He never got his wish. Every night without fail Wooyoung would disappear sometime between when all the performances ended and when Junho came out of the dressing room. He would never admit it, but he felt something in his chest ache with each disappointment.
Tonight was another night, another disappointment, he tried to tell himself. He needed to prep himself. Don't get anxious when he's not there, don't react when he does show up, don't let yourself get so upset afterward.
“Nervous again?” Junsu asked, patting him on the shoulder. Junho nodded, face in his hands. “You should give up on that guy. I mean it.” Another nod. Junsu had told him the same thing every night, and he was right, Junho knew that.
“That guy is just creepy,” Jo Kwon whined. “He just sits there. The whole time. And he hands you the money? How weird is that?”
“There's something wrong with him,” Chansung agreed. “I can't believe you're so messed up over that asshole, Junho. He doesn't like you, you know that, right?”
His words stung, but Junho was used to it. They liked to remind him of this because they were jealous Wooyoung never left Junho for another dancer. They had tried everything in their dirty little repertoires to catch his attention, and it all failed. That was the one bit of happiness Junho got of out the whole ordeal- Wooyoung was only there for him.
Hours later Junho followed Junsu onto stage, after first getting an encouraging hug from Nichkhun who, as usual, was running late. He took a deep breath as the doors opened and the customers began to filter in. Don't get excited. He's not there. He'll be late, he always is. Don't. Freak. Out. Nonetheless when he opened eyes he began to scan every face, heart jumping when he saw a man in a suit or one with a similar haircut. He went cold when he ran out of faces. Of course, not here yet. He turned and smiled and Junsu, who was watching him, concern written on his face.
“You okay?” the other dance mouthed to him. He nodded back and Junsu smiled. Then something caught his attention and Junsu's eyes widened. He glanced over to Junho and pointed frantically at the door.
Wooyoung was there, at the door, and Junho's mind flipped into panic mode. Why was he here so early? Was this a good thing? Would he try and talk to Junho this time? Then Junho noticed something else weird- he had two other men with him, one short but well-built, one tall and handsome with fierce eyes. The dancer gulped, what the fuck did this all mean?
The first song started and Wooyoung had yet to even look at Junho. The three men were chatting with Changmin, who appeared to know all of them. His stomach did a nervous flip and he began to dance, eyes focused on the empty chair where Wooyoung should have been.
By the end of the third song Wooyoung and his friends made it to their seats at his usual table. It was time for the dancers' break, though, so Junho walked off without looking at him.
“What did I tell you?” Chansung started as soon as they were back in the dressing room. “He doesn't like you, he just sees you as entertainment. He even brought his friends to be entertained by you!” Junho shook his head furiously, fighting the tears that were stinging his eyes.
“You don't know him” he muttered. “He isn't like that.”
“How would you know?” Jo Kwon snarled. “You don't know him, either. Have you two ever spoken? I didn't think so.” He high-fived Chansung and Junsu wrapped an arm around Junho's shoulders. Khun patted him on the head, but Junho didn't look at him.
Enough was enough. Junho was going to war with this man named Wooyoung.
“You're telling me you spent all of that money in a strip club?!” Taecyeon looked as if he was about to explode, his face was so red, and Wooyoung had never seen something to funny in his life.
“Oh, c'mon, I saw you drooling over all of them, don't deny it.” The taller man's mouth opened and closed a few times, no sound coming out, and Wooyoung knew he'd won. He turned his attention back to the stage, drumming his fingers on the table. Damn Changmin, talking for so long he missed Junho's first three songs. He'd never been able to get here so early before, and had been looking forward to watching his gorgeous dancer from start to finish.
His dancer, he liked the sound of that.
“What's that stupid grin for?” Jay asked, slapping Wooyoung lightly on the cheek, who stuck out his tongue in reply. “You're such a dirty bastard.”
“You're one to talk- you were so distracted by Nichkhun you barely said a word to Changmin.” Jay turned bright red and Wooyoung was so, so glad he decided to bring his friends with him tonight. But then Junho stepped front front of them and Wooyoung knew something was wrong.
Junho refused to look at him, though he could feel Wooyoung's expectant gaze on him. He wouldn't greet him, wouldn't smile, wouldn't wave. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of being the one he danced for, not just yet.
The music started and Junho focused on the crowd alone, for once watching their faces and drawing them in. He swayed his hips just a little bit more and they went crazy, he locked eyes with one man for a half a second and he proceeded to throw every bill in his wallet at him.
It felt disgusting. By the time the first song ended he felt lower than dirt, and sneaking a glance at Wooyoung he felt even worse as he was getting his desired effect. The normally happy man's face was tense, his mouth drawn in a taught line, his eyes narrowed. His hands were clenching his glass so hard his knuckles were white.
Time for the second part of his plan. The next song began and Junho locked eyes with Wooyoung, smiling and rocking his hips slightly to the beat. He watched as the other man's entire body relaxed bit by bit and he smiled back, laughing when Junho shot him a quick wink. Nothing felt better than this- he knew Wooyoung was watching him and no one else. Not only that, he knew he could make him jealous, too. That had to mean something, right?
And then Junho did a quick turn in his routine, only to find Wooyoung looking away. He was leaning toward the tall man next to him, whispering something in his ear. His heart throbbed painfully and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Wooyoung never looked away, ever. He did the only thing his panicked mind could think of.
The small, muscular man Wooyoung had brought with him had been staring at Junho throughout the performance, and even as his two companions were conversing next to him, his eyes were still on Junho. He provided the perfect opportunity to try out one of Jo Kwon and Chansung's “tricks.” He stepped toward the man, wiggling his hips a bit more than usual and sank to his knees on the stage. They made a loud banging sound as they hit, and he tried his best not to wince- he was going to have serious bruises later.
His clumsiness turned out to be a benefit, though, as he peaked out of the corner of his eye to see Wooyoung watching him, his round eyes once again narrowing. Junho couldn't help but smirk as he returned his attention to the man below him. Locking eyes, he bit his lips and trailed his fingers along the hem of his shirt. The man's eyes followed his fingers hungrily and they widened as they slowly began pulling the material up over his hips. Junho watched the other's hands scramble furiously for his wallet, pull out a few bills and shove them into the waistband of his pants. He winked and mouthed a quick “thank you,” before returning to his feet.
As he walked back to his original spot, he could feel Wooyoung's eyes boring into him. He turned back around and the other man's gaze sent shivers down his spine, his eyes burning with so many emotions Junho couldn't read. He was almost tempted to do another dance for him, anything to get him to smile again, but the night was already over. The last song ended and the dancers took their final bow, collecting the cash strewn about the stage. He could still feel Wooyoung's intense glare as he entered the dressing room.
As the other customers began steadily filing out of the club, Wooyoung remained in his seat, his hands fisted in the tablecloth. Jay and Taecyeon were at a loss, staring at their friend. Their normally cheerful, carefree friend looked ready to kill someone, and they were sincerely hoping it wasn't them.
“Y-you were right,” Taecyeon said nervously after several minutes of awkward silence. “This place is great!” He attempted a laugh but a weird, strangled noise came out.
“Yeah, these dancers are the best!” Jay piped in, and Wooyoung's eyes shot over to him. Jay gulped as his hands slowly let go of the tablecloth to instead play with Jay's tie.
“What did you think you were doing, touching my dancer?” the younger man growled, tugging on the tie. Jay yanked it away angrily.
“He came to me,” he growled. “That's his job, Wooyoung. Don't blame me for what he did.” Wooyoung snarled and got to his feet, knocking his chair over in the process and coming face to face with Changmin, who was grinning like an idiot.
“I see Junho has had quite an effect on you.” Wooyoung glared at him. “I warned you, didn't I? I told you he wasn't the type you liked.” The younger man rolled his eyes and attempted to pass Changmin, but the other blocked him, grabbing his arm and pulling him close. “He's just like you,” he whispered. “If you play with him, he'll play back.”
Roughly yanking his arm away, Wooyoung stalked off toward the dressing room.
Junho was scared, he knew that much. His hands shook as he hung back up his costume and his heart was still racing even though he'd stopped dancing ten minutes ago.
“I can't believe you did that!” Jo Kwon squealed. “I'm so proud, my baby Junho is growing up!”
“Shut up,” Junho muttered, pulling his sweatshirt over his head.
“No, seriousy, I'm so proud! You're officially a full-fledged stripper. We should go out and celebrate!” Jo Kwon attempted to pull Junho into a hug, but he sidestepped him and headed for the door. This time it was Nichkhun who stopped him, putting a hand on his arm.
“You okay, Junho?” he asked quietly, and Junho leaned his forehead on his shoulder. Nichkhun half-hugged him, running a hand through his hair soothingly.
“I think I might die if he never shows up again,” he groaned into Nichkhun's sleeve. “I can't believe I did that. What if I never see him again?” Behind him, the door to the room opened and he felt Nichkhun tense beside him.
“I don't think you need to worry about that,” the brunette laughed nervously as a hand latched onto Junho's arm and dragged him backward, out of the room. “Let me know how it goes!” Khun shouted after him as Wooyoung dragged his coworker out into the hall, then out the side door.
Wooyoung let go as they entered the alley, and Junho stumbled slightly before resting against the brick wall. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?!” he hissed, glaring at the other man. Wooyoung paced up and down the alley, his arms crossed and face refusing to look at Junho. The dancer could hear his heavy breathing from where he stood three feet away.
“What am I doing?” he laughed incredulously, turning to face the dancer. “What the hell were you doing up there? With my fucking friend!” The wild look in Wooyoung's eyes sent a thrill through him and he tried his best to keep his voice calm.
“I didn't know he was your friend,” he replied, shrugging. Wooyoung let out a frustrated snarl, closing the space between them. He put his arms on either side of Junho's head, pinning the dancer to the wall.
“You know that doesn't matter,” he growled. “I don't fucking care who it was, what the hell were you doing? I've been watching you for weeks and I know your dancing well enough to know you don't do that.” Junho forced a smirk.
“I needed a change of pace- needed to make some money for a change.” Wooyoung snarled again, but Junho had the upper hand. “What, do I need to ask you first if I can change my routine? Why the fuck can't I dance for other people?!” The older man laughed, regaining some composure as he ran a hand through Junho's short hair. He leaned in, nuzzling Junho's neck gently.
“Isn't that obvious?” he murmured, his voice low in the dancer's ear. “You're mine. You can only dance for me.” He pulled back and met Junho's gaze, smiling. A bright, happy smile spread across Junho's face as he felt something in his chest swell.
“Well, why didn't you say so earlier?” he asked quietly, poking the other on the nose.
A mere second later Wooyoung's lips were on lips, forceful and crushing and fucking amazing. Junho wrapped his arms around his neck, hands entangling in his hair while Wooyoung's arms snaked around the dancer's waist, shoving their bodies together. Junho moaned out loud as he was pulled flush against the other, and Wooyoung took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Junho's mouth. The older man slowly and deliberately explored every inch of the his mouth, Junho desperately clutching at his suit jacket and writhing beneath him. Wooyoung smirked against the other man's mouth, but was caught very off guard when one of Junho's legs hooked around him, pulling him closer and grinding their hips together. They both moaned loudly and Wooyoung thanked God for giving him a dancer.
“We. Need. To go. Somewhere. Else,” Junho panted and Wooyoung nodded quickly, pulling out and flipping open his cell phone.
“Send the car for me. The club, the usual one. And make sure I have privacy in the back, please.” He hung up and grinned at Junho, who was still wrapped around him. “Our ride will be here shortly.” A few frustrating minutes and rough kisses later, a car honk sounded from the end of the alley. Wooyoung grabbed Junho's hand and pulled him out of the alley, opening the car door for him. Junho crawled into the shiny black vehicle cautiously, marveling at the rich leather interior and plasma t.v.
“Holy shit, you are rich,” he mumbled as Wooyoung closed the door. Wooyoung grinned, grabbing Junho's backpack and tossing it to the other side of the car before wrapping his arms back around the dancer's waist and reclaiming his lips. As they fought for dominance in the kiss, Junho's hands made quick work on Wooyoung's suit jacket, tossing it wherever his backpack had disappeared to. Wooyoung moaned, letting Junho's tongue explore his mouth as he struggled with his sweatshirt.
“Fuck,” the older man cursed. “Did you have to wear something this complicated?” Junho laughed below him, pulling it off himself, revealing a thin white undershirt. Wooyoung groaned in appreciation, running his hands up under the cotton material as he pressed light kisses along Junho's neck. The dancer gasped as cold air hit his chest, and his shirt soon joined growing pile. Wooyoung's mouth moved lower, sucking on his collarbone and then taking his nipple between his teeth. Junho hissed, his back arching slightly and he cursed himself for being so fucking sensitive. Wooyoung's tongue flicked out, licking his nipple, before moving back up, trailing kisses all the way, to nibble on Junho's ear.
“Do you have any idea how long I've been dying to do this?” he murmured, sending shivers down Junho's spine.
“About as long as I've been waiting for you to make a move and do it?” he replied and Wooyoung pecked him on the lips.
“Then I'll just have to make up for lost time, won't I?” Junho bit back a loud moan as the other man's hand dipped below his basketball shorts, palming his erection through his boxers. Wooyoung sucked on his neck, leaving dark bruises that Junho decided he'd worry about later. His mouth moved lower, leaving similar marks across his chest, down his abdomen and navel. The dancer yelped in pain and pleasure and the older man bit his hip, drawing just a bit of blood. The entire time he hadn't moved his hand and Junho ground his hips upward, begging for more of the delicious friction. Wooyoung complied, but not before stripping him of his shoes and shorts, leaving him naked except for his boxers. Junho had to bite his lip to keep himself from screaming as Wooyoung slipped down his boxers and began pumping him, his pace excruciatingly slow.
Suddenly, Junho pushed Wooyoung back, and began helplessly pulling at his shirt, fingers fumbling over the buttons. The other chuckled, pushing his hands away and undoing it himself, taking care to pull it off him very, very slowly and taking great pleasure at the hungry look in Junho's dark eyes. “Not bad, huh? I could so do your job.”
Junho smirked. “Oh please, next time around I'll show you who's the exotic dancer,” he growled, and Wooyoung grinned. “What?” the dancer asked, suddenly self-conscience. Considering his last remaining article of clothing was hanging somewhere around his knees, he figured it was a little late for feeling self-conscience.
“Nothing, I just like the sound of 'next time.'” Was the reply and Wooyoung kissed his dancer, long and slow. Junho bit Wooyoung's lip, smiling at his surprised yelp.
“What, didn't think there'd be one? You can't get rid of me that easily.” Junho finished stripping himself of his boxers and then quickly accomplished getting both Wooyoung's pants and boxers off at the same time. He shifted himself to straddle the older man, resting his arms on his shoulders. Wooyoung pressed two fingers to Junho's lips and the dancer sucked on them hungrily, eyes locked on his soon-to-be-lover's. After a few moments Junho let them go with a wet pop and kissed along Wooyoung's jawline, nipping at the sensitive spot below his ear. “Hurry up,” he moaned. Wooyoung softly caressed the back of Junho's thigh, tracing lines as he made his way between his legs. He carefully pressed one finger inside his entrance, recapturing Junho's lips as he felt the man above him tense slightly. He inserted another finger and scissored him slowly, watching his face twist in discomfort.
“Relax,” he whispered and Junho nodded. Wooyoung wrapped his unoccupied hand around Junho's cock, pumping him a few times. Once he felt Junho relax, he pressed up inside him deeper, harder, and dancer moaned at the contact. Junho pressed back against the fingers, his back arching as Wooyoung bent them just right, hitting his prostate.
“Fuck me,” Junho ordered and Wooyoung positioned himself at his entrance, holding the other's hips tightly as he lowered the dancer onto himself. “Sh-shit..!” Junho cursed, gasping at the intrusion. Wooyoung moaned, his head falling back as Junho surrounded him, tight and hot and fuck, why hadn't he done this earlier? He didn't have much time to think about it, though, as Junho pulled himself up and, using his knees as support, began to ride the man below him. The only noises in the back of the car were the slapping of skin against skin and the occasional load moan from one of their mouths, accompanied by lots and lots of panting. Junho slammed himself down onto Wooyoung, and they both knew they wouldn't last long. Wooyoung re-angled himself, so when Junho brought himself down his cock pressed right into that sweet spot and the dancer cried out.
When he could tell they were both getting close, Wooyoung grabbed his hips and flipped their position so he was driving into Junho, the dancer's legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He resumed pumping Junho neglected length and within seconds Junho came all over his hand, screaming Wooyoung's name. Wooyoung came soon after, Junho's muscles tightening around him as he buried himself inside Junho one last time. He bit down hard on Junho's shoulder, leaving yet another mark on the beautiful body splayed beneath him, before finding his lips for a sloppy kiss.
They both lay still for a while, until Wooyoung carefully pulled out of Junho, leaning over to fumble around in a drawer. He hand returned with a small packet of tissues and he took his time cleaning the two of them. Once he was done, Junho pulled him back down, wrapping his arms around the older man's waist.
“I don't have to quit my job now, do I?” the dancer asked, pouting into Wooyoung's shoulder.
“No,” he replied. “But remember I'm the jealous type. No dancing for other guys.” Junho laughed, kissing Wooyoung's cheek.
“You're the only person I've ever danced for,” he whispered, biting Wooyoung's ear. Then he paused. “Well, I guess I've danced for your friend, too. So just you and whoever that guy was.” Wooyoung's eyes narrowed.
“I have to kill Jay,” he growled, and Junho burst out laughing.
“Can we at least put our clothes back on before you do that?” he asked. “I'm not even sure where they went.”
“I'll kill him later, no clothes for you just yet.”
“Fine, but I feel really bad for your driver.” This time both of them burst out laughing.
Pairing: WooHo (Wooyoung/Junho)
Genre: stripper!AU, romance
Word count: 7970
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, strippers, drinking and porn at the end. Don't like porn? Don't read the end.
The weather outtside hit Junho like a wall as he stepped outside the club. Wrapping his bulky coat tighter around him, he made a mental note to thank Nichkhun for forcing him to take it with him when Junho had insisted on not changing out of his costume before leaving that night.
As he shuffled down the dark street, he could make out the usual sounds from the connected alleys- groans, giggles and the occasional unrestrained moan. Even after two years, being in this part of town sent shivers down his spine, and not from the cold. Trying to block out the disgusting noises that surrounded him, he quickened his pace and fixed his gaze on the cement.
His shoulder knocked into something and he glanced to the side just enough to see a pinstriped shoulder and hear a quiet, “Sorry, excuse me,” before the other man continued on his way. Junho stared after him, a medium height man dressed impeccably in a dark suit. Not the kind of man he was used to seeing around here at this time- well, at least not without drivers or bodyguards or friends or something. Men like him never came alone- company meant alibis for the wives, someone to back up whatever excuse they created later for coming to this unclean place
“Wait!” Junho called out, and the other stopped and turned around. His face was kind and young, his eyebrows raised as he gazed back at Junho. Junho felt a lump form in his throat as his mind scrambled to find something else to say. Ah, fuck it, he thought as the man smiled in response to his flustered silence, and he said the only thing he knew that kept a man from leaving in a place like this:
“Looking for some company tonight?”
For some reason, that was the last thing Wooyoung expected the stranger to ask him. Which made no sense, considering where they were and that was what he came here for in the first place. He couldn't help the smile spreading on his face- he definitely didn't look like a whore, but those were leather pants underneath the oversized black coat and white and grey backpack, weren't they? Was there such a thing as a practical whore?
“Excuse me?” Wooyoung asked after several moments of awkward silence, during which the supposed whore stood completely still, eyes wide as if he too couldn't believe what just came out of his mouth. Wooyoung's voice seemed to snap him out of his daze and his gaze hardened before a bright smile spread on his face.
“There's only one reason a person would be in this part of town this late at night,” he replied, taking a step forward. “Well?”
Wooyoung chuckled, wagging his finger at the other man. “Look, kid, anyone can see you're not a whore.” The other's smile faltered a little. “If you need money, I'll be happy to give you some.” Wooyoung saw his eyes narrow into even tinier slits.
“I'm not looking for your pity, asshole,” he said coldly, his hands balling up into tight fists at his side. “You're looking to get laid, and I'm looking for business. Take it or leave it.” Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh again, running a hand through his hair. “I may be looking for sex, but not from some two-bit slut who can't even be bothered to pretty himself up for his customers. I can tell just by looking that you wouldn't be any fun for me.”
This time it was the other man's turn to smile, and Wooyoung liked the way the happy grin turned his eyes into little half-moons. “Is that a challenge?” he purred, and before Wooyoung could answer he had crossed the entire space between them, his breath warm against Wooyoung's face. The other leaned in slowly, and Wooyoung instinctively closed his eyes and waited. He felt the slightest brush of lips against his and then nothing. He opened his eyes to those little half-moons staring back, gleaming with mischief.
“You're a fucking tease,” Wooyoung growled, his voice coming out more breathless than he would have liked. The man playfully poked Wooyoung's nose before stepping back.
“That I may be,” he replied. “But you're right, I'm not a whore. My name is Junho and I work at a club down that street.” He reached out and grabbed Wooyoung's hand, forcing him to take a business card.
“Y-You're a stripper?” Wooyoung asked, wishing like hell he'd stop being so obvious in his staring at Junho's lips.
“I'm a dancer,” he replied, pouting slightly. “And don't argue, there is a difference.” He sighed out loud and glanced around. “Well, I know you have business to attend to. Stop by the club sometime, if you want.”
And with that, the dancer was gone, jogging down the street. All earlier desire now gone, Wooyoung flipped open his cell phone and called his driver.
Not that he'd be gone for long.
The next night as Junho walked back into A.M. 2 P.M., he had a bounce in his step, despite his lack of sleep. He'd been too excited to sleep, replaying his encounter over and over and over as he lay awake in bed.
“Well, don't you look cheerful,” Chansung muttered as Junho pranced into their changing room. Junho just grinned back at his fellow dancer.
“I have some news that'll wipe that smile off your face,” Jo Kwon said, smirking from his locker. Junho glanced over nervously, shoving his backpack into the locker and stripping off his shirt. “Changmin told me the totals for last month. Guess who made the most for the third month in a row?”
Junho and Chansung rolled their eyes, returning to their changing. “Let me guess,” Junho said, pulling on his leather pants. “You?”
“That's right!” the other dancer squealed. “And guess who made the least?” He glared pointedly at Junho, and Chansung sighed.
“Junho, just let Kwon and me teach you some tricks,” Chansung said, exasperated.
“I don't need your tricks,” Junho mumbled. “I'm not a stripper, I'm a dancer.” It was Jo Kwon's turn to roll his eyes.
“Not in this club, kid. You're just as dirty as the rest of us.” Junho's jaw tightened. “I'm serious, you could live so much better if you'd just take off a little, flirt a little, just do something.”
“The customers call you 'The Tease,'” Chansung chuckled, closing and locking his locker. “I swear, the second you give themanything, they'll throw their entire bank accounts at you!”
Sometimes Junho couldn't believe Chansung was younger than him. “I'd rather keep my pride and let them keep their bank accounts,” he replied, and felt a wave of relief as Nichkhun entered the locker room. “Khun!”
The Thai-American waved at him, trudging to his own locker. Junho skipped over, holding out the huge coat from last night. “Thanks so much for letting me borrow it,” Junho said sheepishly. “I think I might've died without it.”
Nichkhun grinned, moving to shove the coat into the locker. He paused, bringing it back to his face. “Junho, when did you start wearing cologne?” The brunette eyed him suspiciously. Junho's face went bright red and he didn't even bother saying anything, because Khun was already jumping up and down with Chansung and Jo Kwon as they started a chorus of, “Someone got laid~! Someone got laid~!”
Junho thanked God for Seulong as the muscular bartender poked his head in and yelled at them to be quiet. “Fifteen minutes until opening. Hurry up and get on stage!” he barked.
“But Junho got laid!” Jo Kwon whined. “This means we should get a night off to celebrate!” Seulong rolled his eyes and ignored him.
“Just hurry up or I'll get Changmin to come in here and get you.” That was enough, in less than a minute all four dancers were in their respective positions on stage.
After about ten seconds of waiting around, Khun crossed over the stage to Junho's spot, much to the younger man's dismay. “So? Are you going to tell me about it or do I have to force it out of you?” the taller man asked, wrapping his arms around Junho's shoulders.
Junho sighed, leaning onto Khun. Khun was the only one in the club that could really be trusted, Junho's only friend. “Nothing happened,” he said quietly, and Khun raised his eyebrows incredulously.
“You won't believe this,” Junho laughed quietly, and told him the story. When it was over he braced himself, fully expecting Nichkhun to burst out laughing. Instead, the older man patted him on the head and smiled. “What, not going to make fun of me?”
“Maybe later, but only if he shows up,” the other replied, and Junho raised an eyebrow. “Hey, I don't always make fun of you! That story was... I don't know... special? Is that the word?” Khun struggled with his broken Korean for a few minutes before giving up. “Look, I really hope he shows up, okay?”
Jinwoon shouted across the club that it was two minutes until the doors open and Khun made his way back to his spot. Junho's stomach started doing flips of excitement as he bounced from once foot to the other on stage. He could hear Chansung and Jo Kwon making fun of him from across the stage, but didn't care. He'd decided tonight was going to be one of those nights- he was really going to dance, to do what he knew he was good at.
But only if he showed up.
“What the hell am I doing here?” Wooyoung growled angrily, sinking low in his seat to avoid the curious gazes. He should've known better than to have his driver bring him here. The huge crowd gathered outside of A.M. 2 P.M was getting a huge kick out of trying to figure out what celebrity or CEO was waiting to get into a strip club- and an all male strip club, at that.
Wooyoung didn't care about exposure, but he knew Taecyeon would have a heart-attack if he heard that the son of the company actually pulled up in the company car and went into such a club. So Wooyoung had the driver go up a few blocks and pull around a corner and he walked there himself. The bouncer was not much of a bouncer- a young, pretty kid named Jinwoon who smiled coyly at Wooyoung as he entered. The inside of the club was surprisingly high-class, with a gleaming, wooden bar standing in front of an impressive mirrored wall sparkling with the most expensive alcohol available. The rest of the open area consisted of round tables facing a large stage. A few tables were lined up right in front of the stage, all boasting placards with “V.I.P.” printed on them. The stage was currently empty, the dancers probably on a break- this was what Wooyoung got for showing up three hours after opening.
Sitting himself at the bar, he looked around at his fellow customers, recognizing some big-name businessmen he'd met at conferences and sincerely hoping they didn't notice him. A few scattered women graced the crowd as well, looking just as eager for the dancers to return as the men.
“Can I get you something, sir?” A deep voice interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up to find the buff bartender watching him, eyes narrowed suspiciously. Wooyoung gave him a slow smile and the man seemed to relax a bit.
“What I'd love is some information,” Wooyoung replied, looking at his nails. “Specifically about your dancers, but I'm interested in the club, too. I've never been here before.”
“Don't tell him anything, Seulong,” came a familiar voice from behind. “You can't trust this guy.” Wooyoung grinned and turned around to face Changmin, slapping him on the shoulder.
“You mean you own this club, too?” he asked as the other man sat next to him, grinning at Seulong.
“I was just kidding, Seulong,” he chuckled, waving the taller man away. “I'll answer this idiot's questions, you handle the customers.” Changmin looked back at Wooyoung. “Why am I not surprised to find you here? You know, when a normal person gets into the tabloids at least three times a week, they try and lay low, not go to the most famous male strip club in the city.”
“Is this place that famous?” Wooyoung mused, looking around. “I don't like it as much as your other places.” Changmin slapped him on the shoulder.
“That's because you only come to my clubs for a quick lay,” the older man chuckled. “This place is about more than that. My boys here are the absolute best, they're not cheap whores.”
“Oh really?” Wooyoung asked, tempted to tell him the reason he came, but knew it would probably get Junho in trouble. Junho. Just thinking the name sent him into a daze, and he licked his lips absentmindedly. “Why don't you tell me about these boys?”
“Interested, are we?” Wooyoung just nodded, and Changmin chuckled before going on. “Our big money-maker is Jo Kwon, very pretty and the best at giving the audience what they want. He has one hell of an attitude, though. He's our princess. Then there's Chansung, who's a little young, but I've never seen a man work a pole like he does. Our third best is Junsu, but he's off today. Then there's Nichkhun, who's the only reason we have women here, though he's pretty popular among the men, too. Lastly, there's Junho, but you won't like him.”
“And why won't I like him?” He wanted to tell Changmin the story so badly, but keeping it a secret made everything so much more amusing.
“He's not very popular. Most men, including you, are all about instant gratification. You want a dancer to get down on all fours and show you what you want, but he doesn't do that. He just dances, and if you like it, good, and if you don't, he could care less. He's a failure as an exotic dancer, but damn, he's the best dancer we have, technically speaking.” Changmin smirked and put a finger to his lips. “Don't tell the other dancers I said that, though. Jo Kwon would murder me.”
“Why do you bother keeping a dancer like that around?” Wooyoung asked, starting to get bored with the conversation.
“He's a tease- he brings them in, catches their attention first, and they throw money at him left and right, but when they don't get what they want they have to another dancer and throw even more money at that one. Without Junho I wouldn't make nearly as much as I do. Never underestimate the power of sexual frustration, Wooyoungsshi.”
The lights went dark, the music was cranked up, and Wooyoung forgot all about Changmin in an instant.
As he lay across one of the benches in the dressing room, Junho decided this had to be the worst night ever. How could he have gotten his hopes up so high? He'd spent the first three hours searching through the crowd, painfully trying to make out each face.
To make it worse, the customers were somehow worse tonight as well. He was used to being shouted at, ordered to do more and was accustomed to ignoring them as their shouts grew louder and more frustrated. This was his life, his act. He would never go so low as to dance for someone else, do what they wanted him to do. He had his pride, after all. Tonight they were getting to him, though. All he wanted was to see that one face, and their voices were distracting him. He almost shouted back at one man, but Seulong managed to get him to go to Chansung before he snapped. Afterward he'd stormed off stage five minutes earlier and spent their entire break trying not to cry.
He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see Khun smiling kindly down at him. “Time to go back on. You okay?” Junho nodded, feeling a thousand times more tired than he had earlier. He followed the line of men, rubbing his arms nervously. As he stepped onto stage, he could feel their disgusting glares and his stomach turned. He met their eyes in a challenge, disgusted by the hunger he found there.
Fuck you all. I don't dance for you. The music started, and he closed his eyes and let himself get lost in it all.
Wooyoung leaned back in his seat, marveling at how soft and comfortable it was. He loved having connections, and made a mental note to give a nice donation to Changmin later to ensure he always got this kind of treatment. He could feel the envious glares of the customers behind him as he sipped his drink at his V.I.P. Table and reveled in it.
A new song started as the dancers stepped out, and he raked his eyes over them appreciatively. His eyes lingered just a bit longer on who he figured to be Nichkhun- cute face, fantastic muscles and damn, what a walk. As Junho stepped out, Wooyoung felt himself smile- so that's why he wore leather pants. As Junho turned around and gave the crowd a delicious view of his backside, he made another mental note to commend Changmin on his fantastic taste in costumes.
Junho stared out at the crowd and Wooyoung swore his face was angry- was there such a thing as an angry exotic dancer? This man never failed to surprise, and Wooyoung loved every second of it. As he started to move, the dancer closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and Wooyoung found himself inhaling deeply with him. As Junho stretched upwards, his thin shirt raised up just enough to reveal about an inch of skin on the dancer's belly, and Wooyoung sighed out loud. This kid was good.
As he watched, Wooyoung began to see what Changmin was saying about Junho. Junho's dancing had nothing to do with his audience- he didn't even look at them. The man appeared to be entirely focused on himself and the dance. And it was completely enthralling. Wooyoung became aware of money being tossed onto the stage, and he brought out his wallet, took out a twenty and tossed it onto the spot right in front of his table. He didn't care if Junho wanted to ignore the audience- he would not be ignoring Wooyoung.
The music faded and the dancers bowed and started collecting the money on stage. The others waved and blew kisses to their audience, Jo Kwon and Chansung bent to pick up their bills coyly, acting shocked and shy when the men around them whooped and cheered. Junho didn't look up as he picked up his money, his cheeks bright red as his crowd began to get angry. One particular man was louder than the rest:
“You fucking whore, at least look at us! We're giving you money, so show us something good! What, you think you're better than us?”
Wooyoung felt his eye start to twitch and was very relieved when the bartender came over and took the man over to the one of the other dancers. Meanwhile Junho had noticed the bill in front of Wooyoung, and seemed to be debating whether or not to retrieve it. Finally, the dancer made his way over and bent to pick it up, but didn't look over to see who was at the table, much to Wooyoung's disappointment. So, he took matters into his own hands.
He stood up and walked around the table while Junho was still bent over and reached out to grab the dancer's hand as he went for the bill. Junho went rigid and the crowd around them went silent as Wooyoung smiled up at the man expectantly. Slowly but surely, Junho lifted his gaze and, his eyes widening as he looked down at Wooyoung, a smile burst out on his face. Wooyoung pulled on his hand, forcing Junho closer, and whispered in his ear:
“Relax up there and ignore these pricks. You're the best dancer I've ever seen.”
“Wh-what's your name?” the dancer whispered back quickly, almost desperate.
“Wooyoung.”
He let him go and laughed as Junho practically skipped backstage.
“He's here, he's here! Oh my fucking God, he's here, Nichkhun!”
Junho was jumping, no, leaping around the dressing room as Nichkhun tried his best to calm his friend, seeing as they had to go back onstage in less than two minutes.
“I know, I know,” Khun said, grabbing onto Junho shirt to hold him still. “But you still need to dance, Junho. He came here to see you dance, you know, not bounce around and flail.” Junho's eyes glazed over.
“He said I'm the best dancer he's ever seen,” he squealed, and resumed his bouncing. Jo Kwon, fed up and ready to get going, walked over and slapped him on the back of his head.
“Yah! How about you try to get some money out of that asshole, then? I'm willing to bet he gets bored by the end of the next song and comes to watch me instead.”
Junho's eyes narrowed. “No, he won't,” he growled, but it came out as more of a mumble. Nichkhun squeezed his arm encouragingly as they stepped back onstage, and Junho immediately looked for Wooyoung as he took his spot. There he was, perfectly handsome, sitting in a table to himself right in front of Junho.
He blushed as Wooyoung watched him and for the first time in his life, Junho gave a performance for someone else.
Wooyoung yawned and stretched as he tried to concentrate on whatever the sheet of paper in front of him was- something important, he caught that much, a contract? He shrugged and signed it, grinning at Jay and he handed it back.
“You didn't even read it, did you?” the shorter man asked, glaring at him.
“Nope, not a word,” he replied, and Jay sighed and shook his head, heading out of the large office. He paused in the doorway and looked back.
“I'd hide if I were you. Taecyeon's heading this way and he doesn't look happy. He was looking over your credit card bills earlier, I'm pretty sure.” With that, the older man took off, also wanting to avoid the wrath of their beastly coworker.
Wooyoung grimaced and wondered for a moment if hiding under his desk might work. He decided against it, and just as he was about to try the window, Taecyeon came raging in.
“How is it even possible for one person to spend this much in three weeks?!” he demanded, gripping a sheet of paper. “And all in cash withdrawals! What the fuck do you need this much cash for?!” Wooyoung sank back in his chair, shrugging. “Wooyoung, I'm not asking this as your employee, I'm asking as your friend,” he went on, more calmly. His eyes were pleading. “You've been strange the past few weeks. What the hell have you been doing?”
Wooyoung pouted. “You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Plus you'll be really angry.”
“I don't care, just tell me. Jay's worried, too, you know. You haven't gone out with us in a long time.”
“Well,” the other began, a wide grinning spreading on his face. “How about we go out together tonight and I show you?” Taecyeon looked suspicious a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.
Junho was going insane, he was sure of it. As he sat at A.M. 2 P.M.'s bar three hours before opening, he was sure that he was going absolutely batshit crazy and all because Wooyoung. For three whole weeks, Wooyoung came and watched Junho dance. He came every night, but never at the same time, which meant Junho spent the hours beforehand frenzied and nervous. What if he didn't come that night? Did he finally get bored with him? If he didn't show up tonight, would he come tomorrow night? Or the night after? Just about the time Junho was ready to give up and cry, Wooyoung would come strutting in the door, take his usual seat and blow Junho away. Junho wasn't even sure how Wooyoung did it. Junho was as enthralled as the crowd was with the dancers, but instead with a man who just sat and stared and smiled. His eyes never once left Junho, and the things the dancer saw in those eyes gave him goosebumps and made his blood boil, in a good way. Junho spent the entire performance on edge, hoping and praying that when the night was over, the other man would, for once, be waiting for him.
He never got his wish. Every night without fail Wooyoung would disappear sometime between when all the performances ended and when Junho came out of the dressing room. He would never admit it, but he felt something in his chest ache with each disappointment.
Tonight was another night, another disappointment, he tried to tell himself. He needed to prep himself. Don't get anxious when he's not there, don't react when he does show up, don't let yourself get so upset afterward.
“Nervous again?” Junsu asked, patting him on the shoulder. Junho nodded, face in his hands. “You should give up on that guy. I mean it.” Another nod. Junsu had told him the same thing every night, and he was right, Junho knew that.
“That guy is just creepy,” Jo Kwon whined. “He just sits there. The whole time. And he hands you the money? How weird is that?”
“There's something wrong with him,” Chansung agreed. “I can't believe you're so messed up over that asshole, Junho. He doesn't like you, you know that, right?”
His words stung, but Junho was used to it. They liked to remind him of this because they were jealous Wooyoung never left Junho for another dancer. They had tried everything in their dirty little repertoires to catch his attention, and it all failed. That was the one bit of happiness Junho got of out the whole ordeal- Wooyoung was only there for him.
Hours later Junho followed Junsu onto stage, after first getting an encouraging hug from Nichkhun who, as usual, was running late. He took a deep breath as the doors opened and the customers began to filter in. Don't get excited. He's not there. He'll be late, he always is. Don't. Freak. Out. Nonetheless when he opened eyes he began to scan every face, heart jumping when he saw a man in a suit or one with a similar haircut. He went cold when he ran out of faces. Of course, not here yet. He turned and smiled and Junsu, who was watching him, concern written on his face.
“You okay?” the other dance mouthed to him. He nodded back and Junsu smiled. Then something caught his attention and Junsu's eyes widened. He glanced over to Junho and pointed frantically at the door.
Wooyoung was there, at the door, and Junho's mind flipped into panic mode. Why was he here so early? Was this a good thing? Would he try and talk to Junho this time? Then Junho noticed something else weird- he had two other men with him, one short but well-built, one tall and handsome with fierce eyes. The dancer gulped, what the fuck did this all mean?
The first song started and Wooyoung had yet to even look at Junho. The three men were chatting with Changmin, who appeared to know all of them. His stomach did a nervous flip and he began to dance, eyes focused on the empty chair where Wooyoung should have been.
By the end of the third song Wooyoung and his friends made it to their seats at his usual table. It was time for the dancers' break, though, so Junho walked off without looking at him.
“What did I tell you?” Chansung started as soon as they were back in the dressing room. “He doesn't like you, he just sees you as entertainment. He even brought his friends to be entertained by you!” Junho shook his head furiously, fighting the tears that were stinging his eyes.
“You don't know him” he muttered. “He isn't like that.”
“How would you know?” Jo Kwon snarled. “You don't know him, either. Have you two ever spoken? I didn't think so.” He high-fived Chansung and Junsu wrapped an arm around Junho's shoulders. Khun patted him on the head, but Junho didn't look at him.
Enough was enough. Junho was going to war with this man named Wooyoung.
“You're telling me you spent all of that money in a strip club?!” Taecyeon looked as if he was about to explode, his face was so red, and Wooyoung had never seen something to funny in his life.
“Oh, c'mon, I saw you drooling over all of them, don't deny it.” The taller man's mouth opened and closed a few times, no sound coming out, and Wooyoung knew he'd won. He turned his attention back to the stage, drumming his fingers on the table. Damn Changmin, talking for so long he missed Junho's first three songs. He'd never been able to get here so early before, and had been looking forward to watching his gorgeous dancer from start to finish.
His dancer, he liked the sound of that.
“What's that stupid grin for?” Jay asked, slapping Wooyoung lightly on the cheek, who stuck out his tongue in reply. “You're such a dirty bastard.”
“You're one to talk- you were so distracted by Nichkhun you barely said a word to Changmin.” Jay turned bright red and Wooyoung was so, so glad he decided to bring his friends with him tonight. But then Junho stepped front front of them and Wooyoung knew something was wrong.
Junho refused to look at him, though he could feel Wooyoung's expectant gaze on him. He wouldn't greet him, wouldn't smile, wouldn't wave. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of being the one he danced for, not just yet.
The music started and Junho focused on the crowd alone, for once watching their faces and drawing them in. He swayed his hips just a little bit more and they went crazy, he locked eyes with one man for a half a second and he proceeded to throw every bill in his wallet at him.
It felt disgusting. By the time the first song ended he felt lower than dirt, and sneaking a glance at Wooyoung he felt even worse as he was getting his desired effect. The normally happy man's face was tense, his mouth drawn in a taught line, his eyes narrowed. His hands were clenching his glass so hard his knuckles were white.
Time for the second part of his plan. The next song began and Junho locked eyes with Wooyoung, smiling and rocking his hips slightly to the beat. He watched as the other man's entire body relaxed bit by bit and he smiled back, laughing when Junho shot him a quick wink. Nothing felt better than this- he knew Wooyoung was watching him and no one else. Not only that, he knew he could make him jealous, too. That had to mean something, right?
And then Junho did a quick turn in his routine, only to find Wooyoung looking away. He was leaning toward the tall man next to him, whispering something in his ear. His heart throbbed painfully and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Wooyoung never looked away, ever. He did the only thing his panicked mind could think of.
The small, muscular man Wooyoung had brought with him had been staring at Junho throughout the performance, and even as his two companions were conversing next to him, his eyes were still on Junho. He provided the perfect opportunity to try out one of Jo Kwon and Chansung's “tricks.” He stepped toward the man, wiggling his hips a bit more than usual and sank to his knees on the stage. They made a loud banging sound as they hit, and he tried his best not to wince- he was going to have serious bruises later.
His clumsiness turned out to be a benefit, though, as he peaked out of the corner of his eye to see Wooyoung watching him, his round eyes once again narrowing. Junho couldn't help but smirk as he returned his attention to the man below him. Locking eyes, he bit his lips and trailed his fingers along the hem of his shirt. The man's eyes followed his fingers hungrily and they widened as they slowly began pulling the material up over his hips. Junho watched the other's hands scramble furiously for his wallet, pull out a few bills and shove them into the waistband of his pants. He winked and mouthed a quick “thank you,” before returning to his feet.
As he walked back to his original spot, he could feel Wooyoung's eyes boring into him. He turned back around and the other man's gaze sent shivers down his spine, his eyes burning with so many emotions Junho couldn't read. He was almost tempted to do another dance for him, anything to get him to smile again, but the night was already over. The last song ended and the dancers took their final bow, collecting the cash strewn about the stage. He could still feel Wooyoung's intense glare as he entered the dressing room.
As the other customers began steadily filing out of the club, Wooyoung remained in his seat, his hands fisted in the tablecloth. Jay and Taecyeon were at a loss, staring at their friend. Their normally cheerful, carefree friend looked ready to kill someone, and they were sincerely hoping it wasn't them.
“Y-you were right,” Taecyeon said nervously after several minutes of awkward silence. “This place is great!” He attempted a laugh but a weird, strangled noise came out.
“Yeah, these dancers are the best!” Jay piped in, and Wooyoung's eyes shot over to him. Jay gulped as his hands slowly let go of the tablecloth to instead play with Jay's tie.
“What did you think you were doing, touching my dancer?” the younger man growled, tugging on the tie. Jay yanked it away angrily.
“He came to me,” he growled. “That's his job, Wooyoung. Don't blame me for what he did.” Wooyoung snarled and got to his feet, knocking his chair over in the process and coming face to face with Changmin, who was grinning like an idiot.
“I see Junho has had quite an effect on you.” Wooyoung glared at him. “I warned you, didn't I? I told you he wasn't the type you liked.” The younger man rolled his eyes and attempted to pass Changmin, but the other blocked him, grabbing his arm and pulling him close. “He's just like you,” he whispered. “If you play with him, he'll play back.”
Roughly yanking his arm away, Wooyoung stalked off toward the dressing room.
Junho was scared, he knew that much. His hands shook as he hung back up his costume and his heart was still racing even though he'd stopped dancing ten minutes ago.
“I can't believe you did that!” Jo Kwon squealed. “I'm so proud, my baby Junho is growing up!”
“Shut up,” Junho muttered, pulling his sweatshirt over his head.
“No, seriousy, I'm so proud! You're officially a full-fledged stripper. We should go out and celebrate!” Jo Kwon attempted to pull Junho into a hug, but he sidestepped him and headed for the door. This time it was Nichkhun who stopped him, putting a hand on his arm.
“You okay, Junho?” he asked quietly, and Junho leaned his forehead on his shoulder. Nichkhun half-hugged him, running a hand through his hair soothingly.
“I think I might die if he never shows up again,” he groaned into Nichkhun's sleeve. “I can't believe I did that. What if I never see him again?” Behind him, the door to the room opened and he felt Nichkhun tense beside him.
“I don't think you need to worry about that,” the brunette laughed nervously as a hand latched onto Junho's arm and dragged him backward, out of the room. “Let me know how it goes!” Khun shouted after him as Wooyoung dragged his coworker out into the hall, then out the side door.
Wooyoung let go as they entered the alley, and Junho stumbled slightly before resting against the brick wall. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?!” he hissed, glaring at the other man. Wooyoung paced up and down the alley, his arms crossed and face refusing to look at Junho. The dancer could hear his heavy breathing from where he stood three feet away.
“What am I doing?” he laughed incredulously, turning to face the dancer. “What the hell were you doing up there? With my fucking friend!” The wild look in Wooyoung's eyes sent a thrill through him and he tried his best to keep his voice calm.
“I didn't know he was your friend,” he replied, shrugging. Wooyoung let out a frustrated snarl, closing the space between them. He put his arms on either side of Junho's head, pinning the dancer to the wall.
“You know that doesn't matter,” he growled. “I don't fucking care who it was, what the hell were you doing? I've been watching you for weeks and I know your dancing well enough to know you don't do that.” Junho forced a smirk.
“I needed a change of pace- needed to make some money for a change.” Wooyoung snarled again, but Junho had the upper hand. “What, do I need to ask you first if I can change my routine? Why the fuck can't I dance for other people?!” The older man laughed, regaining some composure as he ran a hand through Junho's short hair. He leaned in, nuzzling Junho's neck gently.
“Isn't that obvious?” he murmured, his voice low in the dancer's ear. “You're mine. You can only dance for me.” He pulled back and met Junho's gaze, smiling. A bright, happy smile spread across Junho's face as he felt something in his chest swell.
“Well, why didn't you say so earlier?” he asked quietly, poking the other on the nose.
A mere second later Wooyoung's lips were on lips, forceful and crushing and fucking amazing. Junho wrapped his arms around his neck, hands entangling in his hair while Wooyoung's arms snaked around the dancer's waist, shoving their bodies together. Junho moaned out loud as he was pulled flush against the other, and Wooyoung took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Junho's mouth. The older man slowly and deliberately explored every inch of the his mouth, Junho desperately clutching at his suit jacket and writhing beneath him. Wooyoung smirked against the other man's mouth, but was caught very off guard when one of Junho's legs hooked around him, pulling him closer and grinding their hips together. They both moaned loudly and Wooyoung thanked God for giving him a dancer.
“We. Need. To go. Somewhere. Else,” Junho panted and Wooyoung nodded quickly, pulling out and flipping open his cell phone.
“Send the car for me. The club, the usual one. And make sure I have privacy in the back, please.” He hung up and grinned at Junho, who was still wrapped around him. “Our ride will be here shortly.” A few frustrating minutes and rough kisses later, a car honk sounded from the end of the alley. Wooyoung grabbed Junho's hand and pulled him out of the alley, opening the car door for him. Junho crawled into the shiny black vehicle cautiously, marveling at the rich leather interior and plasma t.v.
“Holy shit, you are rich,” he mumbled as Wooyoung closed the door. Wooyoung grinned, grabbing Junho's backpack and tossing it to the other side of the car before wrapping his arms back around the dancer's waist and reclaiming his lips. As they fought for dominance in the kiss, Junho's hands made quick work on Wooyoung's suit jacket, tossing it wherever his backpack had disappeared to. Wooyoung moaned, letting Junho's tongue explore his mouth as he struggled with his sweatshirt.
“Fuck,” the older man cursed. “Did you have to wear something this complicated?” Junho laughed below him, pulling it off himself, revealing a thin white undershirt. Wooyoung groaned in appreciation, running his hands up under the cotton material as he pressed light kisses along Junho's neck. The dancer gasped as cold air hit his chest, and his shirt soon joined growing pile. Wooyoung's mouth moved lower, sucking on his collarbone and then taking his nipple between his teeth. Junho hissed, his back arching slightly and he cursed himself for being so fucking sensitive. Wooyoung's tongue flicked out, licking his nipple, before moving back up, trailing kisses all the way, to nibble on Junho's ear.
“Do you have any idea how long I've been dying to do this?” he murmured, sending shivers down Junho's spine.
“About as long as I've been waiting for you to make a move and do it?” he replied and Wooyoung pecked him on the lips.
“Then I'll just have to make up for lost time, won't I?” Junho bit back a loud moan as the other man's hand dipped below his basketball shorts, palming his erection through his boxers. Wooyoung sucked on his neck, leaving dark bruises that Junho decided he'd worry about later. His mouth moved lower, leaving similar marks across his chest, down his abdomen and navel. The dancer yelped in pain and pleasure and the older man bit his hip, drawing just a bit of blood. The entire time he hadn't moved his hand and Junho ground his hips upward, begging for more of the delicious friction. Wooyoung complied, but not before stripping him of his shoes and shorts, leaving him naked except for his boxers. Junho had to bite his lip to keep himself from screaming as Wooyoung slipped down his boxers and began pumping him, his pace excruciatingly slow.
Suddenly, Junho pushed Wooyoung back, and began helplessly pulling at his shirt, fingers fumbling over the buttons. The other chuckled, pushing his hands away and undoing it himself, taking care to pull it off him very, very slowly and taking great pleasure at the hungry look in Junho's dark eyes. “Not bad, huh? I could so do your job.”
Junho smirked. “Oh please, next time around I'll show you who's the exotic dancer,” he growled, and Wooyoung grinned. “What?” the dancer asked, suddenly self-conscience. Considering his last remaining article of clothing was hanging somewhere around his knees, he figured it was a little late for feeling self-conscience.
“Nothing, I just like the sound of 'next time.'” Was the reply and Wooyoung kissed his dancer, long and slow. Junho bit Wooyoung's lip, smiling at his surprised yelp.
“What, didn't think there'd be one? You can't get rid of me that easily.” Junho finished stripping himself of his boxers and then quickly accomplished getting both Wooyoung's pants and boxers off at the same time. He shifted himself to straddle the older man, resting his arms on his shoulders. Wooyoung pressed two fingers to Junho's lips and the dancer sucked on them hungrily, eyes locked on his soon-to-be-lover's. After a few moments Junho let them go with a wet pop and kissed along Wooyoung's jawline, nipping at the sensitive spot below his ear. “Hurry up,” he moaned. Wooyoung softly caressed the back of Junho's thigh, tracing lines as he made his way between his legs. He carefully pressed one finger inside his entrance, recapturing Junho's lips as he felt the man above him tense slightly. He inserted another finger and scissored him slowly, watching his face twist in discomfort.
“Relax,” he whispered and Junho nodded. Wooyoung wrapped his unoccupied hand around Junho's cock, pumping him a few times. Once he felt Junho relax, he pressed up inside him deeper, harder, and dancer moaned at the contact. Junho pressed back against the fingers, his back arching as Wooyoung bent them just right, hitting his prostate.
“Fuck me,” Junho ordered and Wooyoung positioned himself at his entrance, holding the other's hips tightly as he lowered the dancer onto himself. “Sh-shit..!” Junho cursed, gasping at the intrusion. Wooyoung moaned, his head falling back as Junho surrounded him, tight and hot and fuck, why hadn't he done this earlier? He didn't have much time to think about it, though, as Junho pulled himself up and, using his knees as support, began to ride the man below him. The only noises in the back of the car were the slapping of skin against skin and the occasional load moan from one of their mouths, accompanied by lots and lots of panting. Junho slammed himself down onto Wooyoung, and they both knew they wouldn't last long. Wooyoung re-angled himself, so when Junho brought himself down his cock pressed right into that sweet spot and the dancer cried out.
When he could tell they were both getting close, Wooyoung grabbed his hips and flipped their position so he was driving into Junho, the dancer's legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He resumed pumping Junho neglected length and within seconds Junho came all over his hand, screaming Wooyoung's name. Wooyoung came soon after, Junho's muscles tightening around him as he buried himself inside Junho one last time. He bit down hard on Junho's shoulder, leaving yet another mark on the beautiful body splayed beneath him, before finding his lips for a sloppy kiss.
They both lay still for a while, until Wooyoung carefully pulled out of Junho, leaning over to fumble around in a drawer. He hand returned with a small packet of tissues and he took his time cleaning the two of them. Once he was done, Junho pulled him back down, wrapping his arms around the older man's waist.
“I don't have to quit my job now, do I?” the dancer asked, pouting into Wooyoung's shoulder.
“No,” he replied. “But remember I'm the jealous type. No dancing for other guys.” Junho laughed, kissing Wooyoung's cheek.
“You're the only person I've ever danced for,” he whispered, biting Wooyoung's ear. Then he paused. “Well, I guess I've danced for your friend, too. So just you and whoever that guy was.” Wooyoung's eyes narrowed.
“I have to kill Jay,” he growled, and Junho burst out laughing.
“Can we at least put our clothes back on before you do that?” he asked. “I'm not even sure where they went.”
“I'll kill him later, no clothes for you just yet.”
“Fine, but I feel really bad for your driver.” This time both of them burst out laughing.