Sunlight was striking through the young man's bedroom window, the curtains left with a small gap, as the blue haired beauty was stirring awake from slumber.
It was a regular apartment - nothing too fancy. The young blue head was in his slumber, slowly waking up when the sunlight became too bright in his room. It was around seven in the morning.
The man stretched his limbs, trying to get rid of the soreness in his body. Dancing was a strenuous activity, and doing that most of his nights left him sore.
The twenty-three year old sat up on his bed, his eyes adjusting to the light as he
groaned. Bringing a hand up to rub his eye, he slowly but surely got off the bed and dragged his bare feet to the ensuite in his room.
His apartment merely consisted of one bedroom, an ensuite, a guest toilet, a living room and a modern kitchen. It wasn't too small. It was perfect for someone like him. Someone who was lonely and lived here when he wasn't out, enjoying his youth.
He had worked so hard to be able to earn the right amount of income to be able to sustain himself. He went from living in someone's dorm, to now being able to live in his own little apartment.
He owed everything to that friend of his who helped him come up from rags to riches. His closest friend - dare he say, his best friend.
Kim Namjoon, who happened to find him one day, lonely and in need of help to survive, introduced the blue head to his boyfriend who managed a strip club.
At the time, the blue head wasn't exactly into that, but then, after some much needed convincing, the blue head decided to become an exotic dancer.
That's how he became his own boss; working hard at dancing to create an art. An art that no one understood and many people took for granted.
That was his job now. This was his life.
The blue head went by the name of Park Jimin. That was his biological name, but his dancing name was Sapphire. It was unique, and seemed to suit his hair color. He was twenty-three, and a hot-headed young one.
Jimin waltzed into his ensuite, looking into his oval mirror above the basin as he began to run a hand through his hair, before going to brush his teeth.
The beautiful man brushed his teeth, before showering, preferring to skip breakfast. He got dressed. It was a Saturday and he had work today. At the club, he'd see his best friend, Kim Namjoon, the man who took Jimin under his wing and started him up.
Namjoon had a boyfriend. Kim Seokjin was his boyfriend, and well, Namjoon introduced Jimin to Seokjin, in hopes of getting Jimin a job. Then, it all worked from there. Namjoon had invested his money into Jimin. He used his own earnings to pay the rent for Jimin's performances.
Being an exotic dancer wasn't that hard. He just needed to pay the manager, who was Seokjin, to rent the stage and the dressing room. He also had to pay the DJ too, but after business started picking up for him, he could pay Seokjin and the DJ with his own profit. He didn't need Namjoon to help him.
Of course, Namjoon was still overprotective over Jimin. They met a good few years ago, maybe four, and Namjoon let the blue head live with him to get on his own two feet. Now, Jimin was his own boss and he made his own schedule. Tonight, he would dance at the strip club for about four hours.
There were a lot of regulars who loved to see Jimin's performances. The young man was mesmerizing. He knew how to work a pole too, but he didn't dance to seduce. He danced as a form of art.
He also made a lot of money doing lap dances. His most loyal customer just happened to be Namjoon. Although he dated Seokjin, the three of them knew that Namjoon did this to help Jimin earn money, even if the blue head wanted to be independent now. Namjoon just couldn't leave his best friend to fend for himself without helping him a little, at least.
The only problem that Jimin faced was the backlash of many people. A lot of men fancied him, but so did many women. A lot of people had messed up fantasies about him, too. What also ended up bringing trouble was that a lot of people from the community knew of his name and disliked him, calling him a bad influence.
What really bothered Jimin was that the people who knew his stage him hated him. He was lucky that not many people knew that Sapphire and Park Jimin were the same person. He thanked God for that, because he'd never be able to sustain a private life if people knew his real name.
However, the bright blue hair was a dead giveaway and many people assumed things.
The blue head began his daily routine. He heard that Namjoon would be visiting the club tonight, as he does every Saturday, to see Seokjin but to also support Jimin.
Jimin worked for five days out of the seven. He didn't do Sundays, because that was when most people would stay at home to recover from the weekend, and he didn't do Mondays because that was the first day of the business week. Business would be slow for him then.
He also was restricted to only working at Seokjin's club, because that was the only club in this city. The city was very posh, and there was only one strip club here, and Jimin needed this place, he depended on it.
He didn't go to college. He didn't finish high school either, and so, his skills lacked. The only thing he was really fucking good at would be dancing because he's been a dancer since he was little. He knew how to move his body.
The only problem was that his career came with a price. He had to keep his work life and private life separated. He couldn't date much either, since people took advantage of him most times. Even as he worked, he was objectified; made to feel like a sex object. Even though his dances were mostly a little sensual and nothing more, people looked at him as a prey worth feeding on.
They looked at him with lust.
Jimin hadn't felt someone actually care for him in a long time, besides Namjoon and Seokjin who take care of him always.
The blue head was in his living room, watching the news on his small television set, when his cellphone began to ring. Not even checking the caller ID, he swiped answer and held his phone up to his ear.
"Hello, Blueberry, how are you this morning?" the deep voice had chimed through the receiver, making Jimin laugh.
"Joon, did you have to call so early in the morning?" Jimin spoke in his melodic voice.
"No 'Good Morning' back? Geez, Jimin, I thought I raised you better than that. Well, I'm fine, thanks for asking," Namjoon's voice could be heard through the receiver, Jimin lighting up instantly at the voice of his best friend.
"Okay, let's start again. Good morning, Joon. How are you?" Jimin teased as a small laugh escaped his rosy lips, relaxing into his two-seater couch.
"Well, I'm great, Jim. You on for tonight?" Namjoon asked his best friend.
"Yeah... I always do Saturdays. That's when I earn the most," Jimin spoke up, causing Namjoon to hum.
"I'll be there, too. But, tonight, I'll have guests," Namjoon spoke.
"Guests?"
"I'm conducting a meeting at the strip club," Namjoon spoke into the call.
"Isn't that a little...inappropriate?" Jimin asked.
"It is, which is why I need your help," Namjoon spoke, and Jimin could practically hear the smirk.
"Whatever it is that your smart brain has conjured up, the answer is no. You always get us into dumb situations-"
"Jimin, please. There's this other CEO looking to partner up and I need to make sure he's serious. You'll help me out, will you? I can't invest in a company that isn't serious," Namjoon said, causing Jimin to sigh.
"What do you want me to do?" Jimin asked. He knew better than to argue with Namjoon. The man was a genius.
"Just... Try to distract him when we're there. If he gets distracted easily, I'll know. I've been rejecting his offers for months now. He has a golden opportunity and I wanna see if he messes up," Namjoon said.
"Are you literally trying to sabotage him?" Jimin piped up. The blue head knew his best friend. Namjoon was a little devious at times.
"Not sabotage. It's a test. So, are you in or out?" Namjoon asked. For a moment, Jimin took his time to think. He distracted all types of people whenever he danced. This wouldn't be a first time. Many people go to the strip club for a distraction and company, and Jimin has provided company before. So, with only a slight bit of hesitation, he agreed.
"Okay, fine. I'll help."