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chp. 2

Taeyong sighed for the millionth time that day as he quickened his steps. He had been walking for at least twenty minutes and his phone was almost dead from practice- he had forgotten his charger and Ten's didn't fit his phone. And his headache was only worsening his foul mood. He was incredibly glad he didn't have class tomorrow because all he wanted to was sleep until the world came to an end.

His legs were getting more tired and his mood was getting worse with every step he took. It was never fun to go to work after dancing for five hours straight but since he was a horrible planner he did it every wednesday and saturday.

But he had to be fair to himself- it wasn't his fault that he was working in that shitty place every single day with too-long shifts. And on top of that, his salary was so low he could barely pay his rent. Thankfully the landlady was a nice woman who had a soft spot for struggling students like Taeyong.

Taeyong sighed once more but this time in relief when he finally saw the club. It was ironic, really- how he felt relief when he saw the place he despised so much.

He wanted to gag when he saw the regular visitors in front of the club, smoking in the deserted street. He tried to ignore the slowly emitting horrible smell. He wanted to pinch his nose to block the smell but he knew it'd just attract even more attraction from the middle-aged men- as if he didn't get enough already.

''Oh look, cute little Taeyongie is here again,'' the man shouted in glee when he saw the boy walking as swiftly as possible to the door of the club. Taeyong hated the fact that they knew his name but he couldn't do anything about it. ''Put on a good performance tonight, and I might just tip you more than normal!''

'Tipping' just meant throwing his dirty money at Taeyong. Everytime someone threw their money at Taeyong, he wanted nothing more than to just rip it in a thousand pieces.

''Let that smile reach your face, Taeyongie,'' the other man cackled and then spit on the ground. ''You know you want it!''

Taeyong threw himself in the crowded club and slammed the door close. He had noticed a new man next to the usual two creeps. He looked no different than the other two to Taeyong but he had a different aura around him- it was very unsettling.

''Hey, Taeyong,'' he heard a familiar, soft voice call out to him, trying his best to be heard. Taeyong turned towards the source of the voice, smiling when he came eye to eye with him.

''I see you dyed your hair,'' Taeyong said, the other boy holding his wrist and dragging him backstage. Taeyong tried not to care about the curious looks he got when they opened the 'Staff Only' door and threw themselves inside. ''You're such a wannabe.''

''I've been wanting to do it for a long time,'' Jimin huffed. ''Besides, it's been mostly two weeks since you did it.''

They didn't say anything for a little while after that, Taeyong opting to throw himself on the old couch and close his eyes. He felt his exhaustion really hit him after doing so, headache intensifying.

''You okay?'' Jimin asked, looking at him worriedly. Taeyong smiled softly at his friend. Slowly opening eyes, he reached for the boy. Jimin looked at him curiously and got closer to him, kneeling down. Taeyong put his hand on the newly dyed pink hair.

''It suits you,'' he murmured, hand dropping to Jimin's cheek. The latter chuckled at his actions and took his hand away from his cheek, squeezing it gently instead.

''Get some sleep,'' he said. ''I'll wake you up after my own performance.''

Taeyong had nothing to do but comply.