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chp. 2

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Taeyong wasn't woken up by Jimin. No, he was woken up because something cold was being put all over his face without his consent.

''What the-'' hs breath hitched at the sudden change of temprature on his face. He calmed down a bit when he saw Seulhee in front of him. ''Why're you smearing something cold on my face when I'm sleeping?!''

The makeup artist sighed in frustration. ''Just lie back down, Taeyong-ah.''

Taeyong knew better than to protest. He stayed silent as the woman put makeup after makeup on his face.

''I'm so jealous of you,'' Seulhee said as she put a fiery red eyeshadow on his left eyelid. Taeyong opened his eyes only to close them again immediately to let Seulhee do her thing.

''I've got nothing to be jealous of.''

He could pretty much hear Seulhee rolling her eyes. ''Nothing to be jealous of?'' ,she moved on to his right eyelid, ''How about your pretty face? Or maybe your dance skills?''

''Why would you be jealous of them when I use them in the worst way possible?''

Seulhee didn't say anything after that.

After another three minutes of applying eyeshadow, Seulhee finally finished her job. ''You can open your eyes now. You've got ten minutes until you have to go up on stage, so get ready quickly.''

''Thank you,'' Taeyong offered her a small smlie. It was the best he could do. Thankfully, Seulhee didn't seem to mind- she smiled back immediately.

''No problem. Your clothes are over there,'' she pointed at the couch next to the changing room. And they were there just like she said: A short and sparkly sleeveless shirt, simple black shorts and of course, Taeyong's main marketing point: a choker.

For some reason, everyone loved seeing Taeyong in a choker. He had managed to triple the tips when he first wore them as suggested by Seulgi. Seulgi was another dancer who liked to wear chokers. She wore simple chokers but Taeyonghad liked the idea so much he wore every variety of chokers- from the simple black 90's choker to silky, white chokers- anything one could think of.

He gathered all the clothes in his arms and got in the changing room, closing the red velvet curtain after him. He couldn't help but let unwelcome thoughts flood into his mind as he took off his shirt- about how much he hated this, how much he wanted to run away from this place and never come back ever again.

It wasn't therevealing outfits he hated, nor was it the sexy dances he had to do. He could do them any day without a single complaint because Taeyong genuinely enjoyed showing his skills off. He liked being acknowledged. What he hated was how he was forced to do them in such a dirty place. It ruined things he liked for him: dance, cute clothes, attention.

He liked attention, he couldn't lie about that. He liked it when people lusted after him, praised him- who wouldn't, really? Yes, he liked attention- no, he craved attention. But this particular strip club ruined it for him because not only did he gain attention, he gained creepy people's suggestive winks. He gained inappropriate lip bites outside of the strip club, making him rush to go home. He gained touches he didn't enjoy on places he didn't want strangers go near.

He hated being scared of walking alone. Most people who worked at other clubs near the heart of the town enjoyed their job because they weren't forced to do things against their consent. But here, almost all of the workers were there for a reason.

That was why Taeyong had to hide the fact that he worked here. He wanted to hide that he was a sex toy for creepy old men. He wanted to hide the reason why he was there because it was horribly, incredibly humiliating for him. No one from his college or no one he was acquainted knew about this part of his life, not even Ten who had been one of his best friends for the longest time.

Taeyong shook off these thoughts. He had to go. He had to perform. So that's exactly what he did.

Just like every single time, whistles immediately filled his ears when he stepped on the platform. He hated it. He hated that the whistles were the same every time, coming from the same disgusting people. The customers never changed. The club was in such a deserted place- no one knew about it. No one wanted to go there anyways- the regular customers ruined everything for the people who visited every once in a while. He looked at the customers, disgust evident on his.

Taeyong's breath hitched when his eye caught someone new.

For a second, he didn't know what to do. Because he knew this guy, he knew that he studied in his college. But most of all, he knew he was the person he'd bumped into that morning.

He had such a shocked expression that Taeyong panicked. The song was about to start and here he was, staring open-mouthed at the tall man. The latter wasn't any different- his eyes were wide and Taeyong noticed that he gulped. The music started and the guy broke out of his trance, walking out of the club with swift and panicked steps. He slammed the door after himself.

The music went on but Taeyong didn't move. This was the first time someone he knew had seen him in this place. It didn't matter that he didn't even know him personally. He knew from experience.

When Taeyong first joined the club as a stripper, he had noticed a familiar face in the dancers. A girl he'd never managed to learn the name of before she was gone. He knew she was from the same university as him. Since he had only been a freshman at the time, no one from the university actually knew him except for a few other freshmen and one sophomore. The girl had been a junior at the time. Taeyong was backstage, watching her performance behind the curtains when he saw that her eyes widened all of the sudden. She stopped dancing immediately and ran to the curtain, throwing herself backstage and almost knocking over Taeyong. ''I'm fucked,'' she had told Taeyong inbetween rapid breaths.

Two days later, all Taeyong was hearing about was the girl. The pretty, popular, seemingly innocent girl he worked with at the strip club. Rumors were overflowing about her- how she was a slut, how she lusted after fifty year old men, how she liked being raped. They were vicious unforgiving about things that were untrue. They were out of control and soon everyone knew about it.

It was only a matter of three days before the girl hung herself.

Now Taeyong was in junior year and very popular. After only a few weeks in the university, his name was on everyone's tongues for his pretty self. That was why Taeyong couldn't let anyone know about his job. He didn't want to follow the girl's footsteps. The girl probably hadn't even personally known the person who'd seen her- all that was required was them being in the same university. And it had happened.

Taeyong knew he was done for.

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I think this chapter's a lot better than the first and it's longer than what'd I'd usually write, too. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. Please look forward to more! ^^

Also BTSNOODLE ur babyboy post rlly got me crying and i wish i was kidding