Fear, Sugar, Lust - (SOPE & NAMJIN)

4- The Cherry Bomb

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Hoseok's POV:

I waited patiently in the dark alley behind the Cherry bomb. I fixed my trousers given that they were a little too tight around my thighs. Normal, I'd owned the outfit since my highschool years and they were the only formal or presentable clothes I had.

The greasy back door of the club was suddenly unlocked and opened to reveal Bambam.

"This door hasn't been used in years. I was afraid it might not open." he chuckled, stepping aside so I would walk in.

"Thank you very much, Bam. I owe you for this." I said, hugging him and walking inside.

"No need, hope." he closed the door.

The few friends I had called me hobi or hope. Hope because they believed I was a fighter and always tried as much as possible to work hard. Though recently I'd decided to drop out of school.

"Follow me." Bambam led the way through the empty corridors downstairs of the club.
"It's full up there. Wealthy men everywhere. But be careful, there are few men you wouldn't want to meet. They're in the VIP section and are having an important meeting. Just avoid the area." he advised.

"VIP? Isn't everyone here already VIP?" I asked.

"Well, those guys are the VIPs of the VIP. You feel me? Just don't go there."

"Hmm, okay."

We went up the stairs and he opened a door, peeking out first.

"Okay. It's clear. We're going out. Catch you later. Be careful."

"Okay."

He stepped out and walked straight ahead. I followed seconds after, closing the door behind me and immediately vanishing into the crowd of clients.

I immediately went to the one of the several counters of the huge drinking club and took a seat.

"Whiskey, sir?" one of the bartenders behind the counter, asked.

"Uh, yeah." I cleared my throat. He served me in a little glass and handed the glass to me.
"Thank you."

While he went to attend to other clients, I looked around at the clients. There were jazz musicians on stage. While three men played instruments, the woman at the centre sang a slow, soulful and quite sensual song.

Some clients were seated at the round tables, others sat at the three different counters in front of the mini bars, like myself. Others preferred to stand and admire the show from the dark corners
The club's blue/purple lights were dim and the atmosphere was soothing.

Suddenly, the two doors at a corner that probably led into another room or some office, opened, catching everyone's attention including mine.
We turned to see a group of beautiful women as well as very handsome boys, step out.