Unwashed Souls

by EmotionalCannibal

Chapter 1: Casting

Minho didn't like the United States... The filth, the mess, and the insincere smiles of people who could stab you in the back. And that language... English had always been difficult for him; he struggled with both pronunciation and the written word. He could, of course, order a coffee or ask for directions, but any business conversations were never an option. So he was surprised when he received an offer to work with a Korean band in New York. He was supposed to create the choreography, choose the dancers himself, and prepare everything for the music video. A well-paid job with free accommodation right in the city center. So many opportunities to explore, experience unfamiliar culture and art. He was a complete failure. He never explored anything. He felt awkward walking around a foreign country, a foreign city... Always shorter than the people around him. He knew full well he'd spend those two months working, staying in a hotel, or perhaps even going to the gym. He'd always been shy. Only dancing released a magical energy within him, making him more open to the world and people. That's why he was such a good dancer and choreographer. Already valued practically all over the world, his name inspired respect and admiration.

The casting call was held in a trendy New York neighborhood. Minho arrived early in the morning to avoid the wild crowds of frenzied fans. But as usual, people had been standing there since dawn. Just to shout "Minhooooooo" or try to get his autograph. Getting out of the car, he quickened his pace so he wouldn't have to interact with people. They were the same as always: loud, vulgar, and pushy with their hands and autograph books.

"Hyung, brother! Take me to the audition!" Fluent Korean immediately captured his hearing. And his eyes. He flawlessly picked out a tall boy from the crowd, his face so beautiful you could fall in love instantly. He couldn't see his eyes clearly, as they were hidden behind red sunglasses, but he was sure he was Korean. Security rushed closer and pushed the colorful bird away. "Hyunjin, get out of here! Before the CEO finds out..."

Intrigued, Minho entered the building, but the image of Hyunjin still dominated his mind... or was he a dancer? Or just an autograph hunter hated by the company president?
The casting had gone terribly wrong... Minho hadn't been this angry in a long time. The people who showed him their skills had absolutely no talent whatsoever. They were mediocre.

"Is that all? You can't choose anything from this... it's all crap!" Minho applied another anti-smoking patch to his arm. He was so tempted to smoke. But he promised himself that his seventh attempt at quitting would be the successful one. He was slowly running out of room on his body.

He remembered the boy in front of the building. He asked his assistant about him.

"Hyunjin? He's banned from the studio... we all know him here. He used to be supposedly good, the best dancer... but then... after the injury, he never recovered. And then he got high... the president can't stand him." He went from being his pet to his number one enemy. Ask Changbin. He has old recordings of Hwang...

Minho watched mesmerized as he watched Hyunjin's old videos. His performance of "Play with Fire" was a true dance masterpiece. The way the boy moved, the way he controlled his body... he was a star. It was impossible to take your eyes off him.

- I want him at the audition! And I don't give a damn what the CEO says!

Minho had to see him live...

Chapter 2: CEO

Han Jisung was the CEO's assistant. The title itself sounded proud, but his list of responsibilities and the amount of money that flowed into his account each month suggested he was simply a company pushover.

It hadn't been long since CEO Bang had been as pissed off as he was this morning. Well... yesterday at most.
He was waiting in tense anticipation for the chaotic little squirrel he'd sent a few minutes ago for his third ice americano today. Ever since he found out Minho wanted to see Hwang at the audition, he hadn't been able to sit still in his mega-expensive chair. What was he thinking?

"Sorry, but there was a line..." Han burst into the CEO's office, panting, and handed him a dripping plastic cup. "Mr. Lee's already waiting outside. Should I ask him?"

"No... let him wait a bit longer... it's just a 15-minute delay for now... he's fine..."
"Bang, how much longer do I have to sit in this stuffy hallway? Are you crazy?" Minho walked in as if nothing had happened, breathing in the cool air from the air conditioning with relief.

"Minho... I was just about to ask you... sit down... I heard you wanted a specific dancer for the audition... but unfortunately, Hyunjin is a failure at our company. He has a drug problem, he's unreliable. I disagree. I'm sorry."

- I watched his videos half the night. The guy's great. You can't be that blind... he fits the choreography perfectly.

- Half the night... interesting... he's handsome, that's for sure. And I think he's even in your league." Chan grinned, his white teeth even. Minho ignored the mention of his sexual orientation. He'd known Bang for a long time and knew he liked to emphasize the fact that Lee was gay in front of people.

"I don't care what league he's in. He's a great dancer, and I want him at the audition. I want to watch him. Otherwise, I'm leaving..." Lee looked at the CEO with cold eyes. He could afford it; he knew the situation of Korean music around the world well. After a few years of booming culture and K-pop, people's fascination slowly began to wane. Only mega-polished music videos had a chance to break through. And Lee was the best of the best. And his contract allowed him a lot.

Chan sighed deeply...

"The last audition is on Saturday. So you have two days to find your dancer."

"How do I find him? Don't you have his address?"

"Address? You've got to be kidding! I told you Hwang is a fucking junkie. I have no idea where he sleeps. Take Changbin tonight, he'll show you around the slums. You'll see how your perfect dancer lives."

Minho slammed the door and stepped into the elevator to the upper floor, where more people were already waiting to audition. It was a bit better than yesterday, but he still only chose two people. In his head, he'd already known who should be in the center. He could choose the back dancers with his eyes closed. But the front dancer had to be special. And in his vision, only Hwang would fit there.

Changbin was his guardian in New York. A kind Korean man, permanently residing in the States, he mainly chauffeured Minho around the city. He had a cheerful disposition and a good sense of humor. He was a good driver, and most importantly, he didn't smoke...
When Minho asked him that evening for help finding Hyunjin, his always cheerful face instantly darkened.

- You don't want to go there, believe me...

- I want to find him and give him a chance...

Chapter 3: The other side of NYC

The South Bronx had a rather grim reputation. The people living there were a mix of the unfortunate, the downtrodden, and the desperate, all seeking a warm place to stay and a weekly shower, which was provided by one of the numerous homeless shelters.

In the evenings, the quiet streets transformed into loud party hubs, reeking of human bruises and the sweet aroma of burnt weed. It was loud, dirty, and dangerous. You could get a scythe in the ribs for no reason or be beaten up at one of the numerous doorways. Only residents and drug dealers, or perhaps not-so-wealthy citizens looking for a quick fix for a nominal fee, ventured here.

Minho had never seen anything like this with his own eyes. Changbin, as soon as they entered the district, closed the windows and doors of the car they were driving.

Crowds of people behaving like zombies, wandering aimlessly through the streets, their eyes wild, repeatedly bumping into their car.

"Are you sure this is here?" Lee was terrified by the sight that greeted him. Seo had warned him the area wouldn't be pleasant, but this exceeded his worst expectations.

"Unfortunately, yes... Hyunjin lives here in the summer. From what I understand. It's close to the subway and the city center... junkies always camp out in groups. And here... he probably found someone like him."

"I can't believe it... he looked so delicate... he moved like a porcelain doll... and you're telling me he lives here? In this dump?" Minho had a hard time processing the information he'd been given.
Hyunjin didn't belong here. Or did he? Lee didn't really know anything about him. After all, even when he'd approached him, he'd seemed quite brazen.

His dancing had fooled him.
Hyunjin was younger in the videos. Before his injury. Perhaps he doesn't move with such grace now. What possessed him to so persistently search for a drug addict in this godforsaken neighborhood?

This internal monologue was suddenly interrupted by Changbin, who had cracked open the window and was engaging in conversation with a local resident.

"Minho! Give me your business card. This guy knows Hyunjin!" The boy standing behind the window seemed reasonably composed, his eyes responsive, and his tongue unruffled by either drunken or drugged-up frenzy. Lee handed him a few white, elegantly printed cards.

"I'll pass it on to Jinni! He has a client now... I'm sure he'll find one by morning!" The boy bowed politely and danced away toward the wild crowd.

"A client? What did he mean?" Minho knew exactly what the other man meant. But he still wanted to be wrong.

"It's a poor neighborhood... everyone earns their share however they can... You've seen Hyunjin, he's handsome."

Minho felt his head pounding. It hit him how much of an idiot and naive he had been. He'd thought he'd ride here on a white horse and rescue the terrified Hyunjin from the clutches of addiction. But Hwang wasn't some delicate, lost princess at the mercy of her hero... he was doing quite well himself. He was a local prostitute...

"Would you like to have a drink with me?" Lee wasn't very sociable in general; he wasn't sure why he'd asked Changbin.

"I'd love to... but I'll have to take a taxi home later."

"Stop... Bang rented me a huge hotel room. You can sleep at my place. Don't worry, I won't attack you. I don't even remember how to use my dick anymore..." he muttered softly, with a sort of nostalgia.

"If so... we'll buy vodka on the way..."

"Grab me a pack of Marlboros too... red..."

Chapter 4: Minho… forget…

Minho had no plans to invite anyone over. The suitcases were still unpacked, and the room was a pleasant mess. He, Changbin, and a one-liter bottle of vodka arrived on the 15th floor of a luxury hotel and immediately sat down at a small table, pouring the chilled drink into glasses.
Minho brought crushed ice from the vending machine in the hallway and two small bottles of Coke Zero from the small fridge.
As soon as his butt touched the soft upholstered chair, he extended his hand to Changbin.

"Give me some cigarettes... I can't stand it..." Minho looked at him with pleading eyes. He was already prying the edge of the anti-smoking patch on his arm with his thumb. Two weeks without cigarettes was already a good record.

"You don't quit to smoke, do you?" Changbin looked at him with a focused gaze as the pack of Marlboros roughly left his hand. Minho was already tearing the clear plastic wrapping off the package. His fingers trembled as he removed the band from the side of the box.

"Well, I'm quitting, I'm quitting... only today... I can't stand it after what I saw there. Does he actually live there? How? For what?" Minho asked the question unnecessarily. He knew perfectly well what his delicate ballerina did for a living. But it still shocked him. And for some reason, it tightened the muscle between his ribs.

"Minho... he's not the only one. It's a dumping ground for human failures. Unwashed souls swarm there, hoping that maybe someone will find them someday and restore them to their former glory. But don't think about him. Hyunjin had a choice. Bang had paid for his rehab several times." Changbin followed Lee out onto the balcony and immediately inhaled the nicotine fumes with pleasure. He didn't smoke, but he enjoyed the smell of a cigarette.
Minho turned his head away. Less than two minutes later, he was already finishing his first cigarette and reaching for another. The relapse into addiction was so pleasant. And Lee himself, once again, proved to be a weak man.
"Did you know him?" Minho was curious as hell. He tried to feign indifference, but it was difficult, as both the nicotine and the first sip of alcohol had loosened his previously restrained emotions.

"Mmm... yes. Hyunjin was Bang's biggest discovery here. They even wanted to send him to Korea and put him in another group. But all he wanted was to dance. The practice room was his apartment and bedroom. He danced nonstop. He didn't leave the building unless he had to be at a recording session. It was his whole life.

Until one day, he sprained his ankle. He was trying a difficult routine on his own. Bang told him to get someone to help, but Hyunjin was always self-sufficient. He didn't like help. He said it made him feel weak. Bang was furious because it was a few weeks before an important performance. He put him in the care of the best orthopedists and physical therapists. But it didn't get any better. That damn ankle hurt all the time. And then they gave him morphine for the first time. So he could participate in that performance. Chan had no replacement. And the company had been struggling for a long time. He was the one who asked for drugs for Hwang. Just this once.

Hyunjin then finished second. And he was devastated. Before that, he had always been first.

He started using drugs regularly, failing to show up for appointments. He messed up all his collaborations and faded away. I personally drove him to rehab twice. But he always escaped. Then he begged and pleaded for more chances. Bang relented several times. He still had hopes for him.
It's better if you forget about him, Minho...

Chapter 5: No sense

"Minho, give him up... for your own good..."
Changbin patted the drunken man sharply on the back. Lee practically drained the bulging bottle of alcohol himself and rocked erratically in his chair. And then he was on the floor, because he hadn't managed to balance himself with a single nod and had fallen to the ground with a thud.

"Tell me something else about him... anything." He babbled, not necessarily to Changbin. He was talking to the walls and paintings. To anyone who might be willing to listen at that moment.

"He was good... the best. But that boy is gone. He's been given so many chances. Those rehabs cost Bang a fortune. He's doing well there. Understand!

"It's good... he's doing well there..." Minho repeated the words of his newfound friend. Every now and then, he closed his eyes, replaying the recording behind his eyelids. Hyunjin, smiling flirtatiously at the camera, flexing his body in sexy moves. Right now, he's probably flexing for someone in a seedy hotel or a dark, piss-filled doorway.

He felt sick. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the unpleasant projections his mind was creating.

He didn't even have time to get up from the floor because the vomit came so suddenly. Changbin struggled to brush the long hair that framed his face and used his foot to push the bucket of long-melted ice to his mouth.

"Dude, what's wrong with you? You don't even know him... he's a drug addict and a whore." The short words hurt his ears and his heart. Minho didn't want to believe it. He wanted to help with everything he had. He wanted to see Hyunjin dance just for him. He would come to this audition...

The auditions the next day went a little better... Or maybe Minho was just more understanding. The hangover was torturing him mercilessly, and he wanted to finish the day and go to sleep. Until the evening, he hoped Hyunjin would come and dance. But Hwang didn't show up. „Forget about him“

Changbin was already waiting for him in the car outside the studio. Ever since Lee got drunk in his company, their relationship had cooled a bit. Minho studiously avoided Seo's gaze; he couldn't remember exactly what he was doing, but he was still ashamed of himself. He knew himself under the influence of alcohol. He liked to feel sorry for himself then.

"To the hotel?" Binnie asked, as if nothing had happened. He was trying to do his job well.

"Yeah... listen... I'm sorry about myself... about yesterday..."

"Is it okay... didn't he come?"

"No... you were right..."

Minho took a quick shower in his hotel room and went downstairs to the restaurant. He hadn't eaten anything since morning, so he helped himself to a hearty portion of pasta and meat. He sat down in the corner of the room, undistracted by the presence of others, and quickly ate a huge portion, washing it down with a glass of wine. Four glasses, to be exact. His head was pounding again. He bought a pack of Marlboros from the vending machine in the hall and returned to his room to finish it within the hour. Weakling... But falling asleep with a heavy head was so pleasant and easy...

"Did you drink again last night?" Changbin was put off by the smell of stale alcohol when Minho got into his car that morning. It was obvious he'd overslept. He hadn't shaved or showered.

- that's how it turned out... - Lee wasn't at all talkative today. He didn't like people asking him how he spent his time.

On the way, they bought coffee and some savory bacon and egg croissants, which Minho ate in the car, tidying himself up a bit. The last audition of the week went smoothly, with everyone showing class and talent. The group was practically formed, and Minho himself was quite pleased with the results, although he'd been nervously checking his watch for the past hour. He wanted to go to the hotel and get really drunk. Old habits clearly weren't letting go.

"Can I?" he heard a quiet, shy voice from the back of the room. He immediately looked up, as Korean wasn't common here.

The hunched, skinny boy was leaning against the wall, occasionally timidly glancing up at Lee, who was sitting behind a wide table. He was wearing those red glasses again, along with a black top and a red jacket or sweater casually thrown over it. Ripped black jeans showed off stick-thin legs.

Hyunjin…

He came…

Chapter 6: A dancer

He was here.

Standing within arm's reach.

Hyunjin.

But he didn't look like the boy from that old video. They were just leftovers. The remains of a tasty meal, torn into meager and unappetizing portions. Scraps, only for very hungry and undiscerning dogs.

He was still pretty. But it hurt to look at him. He was thin and wasted. He moved his eyes nervously, trying to sweep every surface in the dance hall. He surveyed the area like a frightened animal, even though he must be familiar with the place. Minho could see his hands shaking, his teeth grinding together. He knew it firsthand. He reacted the same way after his alcoholic binges. Hyunjin was clearly on a bit of a binge. But he'd come. He was relatively fresh. The clothes probably weren't fresh from the iron, but they were quite original. After all, a whore has to stand out from the crowd...

Minho couldn't think of him any differently. But he nodded, giving him permission to begin the performance. Hyunjin was already warm, his face glistening under the cold studio lights. He was sweating profusely, even though the air conditioning was working perfectly. Lee was genuinely disgusted by the sight of him. Just as Changbin had said... that boy was gone...

The first bars of the song filled the hall. Hyunjin moved as if on cue, his body fitting flawlessly into every beat. Like a robot with perfectly programmed programming.
Minho sat transfixed. He couldn't take his eyes off him. He focused on his injured left ankle, which was indeed slightly slippery compared to his perfectly healthy leg. But only a trained eye could see the subtle difference in movement.

The routine he had prepared was difficult and exhausting. Halfway through the performance, he shed his thick coat, revealing his long, emaciated arms. They were covered in scabs and scratches. Minho shuddered at the sight of them. The dancer's movements were seductive, but his appearance repelled him. It wasn't that Minho was a great aesthete... he could appreciate talent, but the image of Hyunjin he had created in his head didn't compare to what he saw now.
He braced his legs and focused solely on the dance...
Hyunjin's gaze met theirs several times.

Too hot...
Go away...
Go away...

He finished...

Minho thought that in a moment he would have ejaculated in his own baggy pants.
He stood up and, avoiding his injured hands, stood before Hyunjin with feigned indifference.

"Good routine... only at this point..." he showed the younger one, "it's a bit chaotic. You can do a different transition." and demonstrated a few moves that actually connected the two figures well.

Hyunjin had already covered himself with his sweater. He was sweating profusely again. He nodded and seemed very focused on the choreographer's words.

"Who prepared this routine? Really good."

"I..." Hyunjin had an interesting tone to his voice. It didn't quite sound like an adult's. He spoke quietly and with a certain caution. He didn't even look at Minho. A powerful energy was building between them, the power of which could be felt throughout the entire room. It took his breath away and made his heart race.

"I have until next Friday to decide. Did you leave your information at the office?"

"Mmm... you won't call anyway... but thank you for the opportunity. It was nice to be back. Why were you looking for me?" Minho had no idea what to say. Why was he looking for him? Why did he descend into hell on earth? To save his image of Hyunjin, which didn't even remotely reflect what his own mind had created.

"You fit the concept of the video."

"Weird... since when does Chris start making videos about drug users and hookers?" Hyunjin asked with a sneer.

And he left.

Minho was left alone in the abandoned room. He stood like a complete idiot in the middle of the dance floor, inhaling the fumes left by the last dancer.

"Seo, drop me off a block sooner... I'll walk..." Minho shifted restlessly in the backseat of the car. He'd stuffed all the applications from today into his gym bag. He wanted to take Hyunjin's briefcase, but that would look suspicious, so he packed a whole stack.

"Near the liquor store?" Changbin felt his passenger was more nervous than usual today. He'd heard that Hwang was supposedly auditioning. Besides, the weekend was approaching. He wasn't going to pretend he didn't know how Lee drank alone every night.

"Right there." Minho understood the rules. He didn't have to justify himself to him. Just this weekend... then the recordings would start. He'd quit drinking and smoking. He'd just work.

Just this last weekend...

Chapter 7: Weekend start

Once upon a time... At the very beginning of his drinking adventure, Minho dabbled in colorful cocktails with palms or elegant, angular whiskey glasses.
Now he'd bought two bottles of vodka and a large carton of juice and stuffed it all into a bag along with the files of today's dancers. Including Hyunjin.
He'd mastered the cigarette machine in the hotel lobby, pressing the buttons by heart without even looking at the display.
By midnight, he couldn't tell the difference between juice and vodka. He drank whatever came to hand, flooding his throat as much as his brain. The last six months on the alcohol patch passed like a bad dream. He'd been sure he could handle it on his own. It didn't work out. As usual. Lee Minho, despite all his authority and status among the dancing elite, was a common alcoholic, unable to survive a weekend without numbing himself with alcohol.

The hotel staff burst into his room, rousing him from his pleasant, drunken slumber.

"Mr. Lee!" Can't you hear the smoke detector? Smoking is strictly prohibited in this room!

Minho raised his dull eyes to the nervous men. He didn't understand what was going on. Indeed, with the last of his dull senses, he smelled a strange odor.
The window was flung open, and he was rudely ushered out of the room. As he emerged, all he could see was a smoldering patch of carpet. Maybe he had actually lit a cigarette inside... but it seemed to him he was stepping out onto the balcony.
At the front desk, he was immediately asked to speak to the hotel manager. Minho didn't understand much, so he called Changbin, who reluctantly arrived an hour later.

"You'll have to pay for new carpet and for the smoke smell to be removed from the room. They want to know if they should send the bill to Bang or charge your credit card." Binnie quickly translated the manager's words.

"How much will it cost?" Minho preferred to pay himself. He wasn't about to listen to Chris's complaints...

"Eight thousand dollars. The carpet is apparently beyond saving, and they need to hire a special crew to clean the room with ozone." It costs a lot.

They won't kick you out of the hotel just because it's been paid for so long. But if you smoke again... the fine will be much higher.

"Tell me I'll pay... but I think it's a rip-off. They're exaggerating..." Lee grumbled unpleasantly, exhaling the stinking air in Seo's direction.

Changbin moved away from him to a safe distance.

"You can go to your room and grab your wallet. The carpet has already been removed. The crew will come in the morning, and you won't be allowed to stay there. It will take a few hours. You'll be temporarily homeless... unfortunately, the other rooms are occupied," Binnie explained to his drunken head in simple terms. He was ashamed of his compatriot in front of the manager.

Lee reached his floor and headed to the wide-open room. People were rearranging the furniture they'd previously moved. The carpet was indeed gone. With a rude "excuse me," he made his way to the table where the bag with the second bottle and papers lay. He also tossed his wallet and cell phone into it and went downstairs. Changbin was still standing at the counter. He helped complete the transaction, calmly explaining to Minho that the card's exchange rate wasn't favorable for him, but it was the only way to pay the fee immediately.

Lee groaned when a notification arrived informing him that a staggering sum had been debited from his account. He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the exit. Changbin caught him outside.

"Where are you going? You can stay there until morning..."

"Fuck... I'll take a walk..."

"It's two in the morning..."

"So go to sleep! I'll take a walk to the park."

"Go ahead... they have comfortable benches there! There's plenty of company too!" Changbin was furious, but he had no intention of babysitting this idiot. He drove home. Lee was indeed staggering toward Central Park.

Minho had to agree with Seo. The first bench he'd landed on had turned out to be quite pleasant.
He pressed his thirsty lips to the glass and took a long swig of vodka. It burned his throat so pleasantly, all worries melting away.
He dug Hyunjin's papers, filled with awkward English, out of his bag.
There was a phone number listed...

Chapter 8: Hyunjin, is that you?

"Hello?" Minho greeted in broken English on the other end of the line.

"Hyunjin, is that you?" Minho was already very brave, numb from the heavy dose of alcohol, and immediately switched to Korean.

"I'm Jeongin... what do you want with Hyunjin? He's gone now." The voice wasn't very pleasant. The guy clearly wanted to brush him off.

"Talk about the music video audition. I have a few questions. Where is he?"

"At 3 a.m.? Call me tomorrow..."

"Where is he?"

"Leave him alone now... unless... you're paying... he's busy..."

Minho heard what was being said. "Pay? For time with Hyunjin?"

Changbin mentioned it wasn't expensive there.

"What's the address?"

"Address? Are you kidding? Tell the cabbie you want to go to the Bronx for a cheap fuck. Then you have to go looking." The guy was clearly impatient with this conversation and ended the call.
Minho swayed slightly on "his" bench. He was thinking with his stupid head. Yellow cabs passed him every second, tempting him with their availability.
He raised his hand.

The cabbie didn't speak perfect English either, which pleased Minho, who sat his drunken ass in the backseat.

They drove for quite a while, the guy clearly trying to rip him off with a higher fare. But Lee didn't care. He had set his sights on a sick goal and wasn't going to give up, even though he wasn't sure what he'd do when he found it.

The street had already deserted slightly; the crowds weren't as large as he remembered from his first visit. But it was still incredibly depressing. Beneath the pretense of good fun, Minho could recognize people's misery and desperation. Little clones of his tortured, dirty soul.

He paid another overpriced bill for the day and set off with his head down. He wandered for quite a while, bumping into an endless stream of drunks and junkies. He'd been offered illegal deals several times, but so far he hadn't found the product he craved most.

He stopped at another cigarette machine. He quickly pulled out another pack of Marlboro Red. A small circle of eager smokers, poorer than himself, immediately surrounded him. He shared without hesitation, not wanting to make any enemies in such a place. He felt disappointed that Hyunjin wasn't there. But he was working...

Minho crouched against a dirty wall, observing the sinful street life. His eyes followed the silhouettes disappearing time and again into dark alleyways and doorways. Young boys and girls, dragging horny older men along in the hope of a quick and easy buck.

At one point, he saw. A long, lean body and tousled dark hair, paired with red glasses. Electricity surged through his veins.

Minho didn't know why he was reacting this way to this anorexic whore; Hyunjin wasn't anyone special... even now, he was dragging a filthy customer behind him. But he got up from the sidewalk and followed the peculiar couple anyway. They disappeared into a dark alleyway, and Lee, keeping a safe distance, followed them. Standing behind the thin wall separating the trash cans from the rest of the alley, he spied on Hyunjin as he tended to his customer. He let him touch him everywhere, reacting with a shy, fake laugh to his lewd jokes. Minho didn't understand much, but the word "fuck" was uttered at Hwang a dozen times. Finally, the man turned the boy to the wall and began to undress both of them.

Lee stood fascinated, watching Hyunjin bend under the old man's fingers and moan loudly into the dirty bricks. He kept rolling his eyes, his sweet voice encouraging his client to move faster. The moment the man slipped the condom onto his hard cock and pushed it into his whore struck Mimho straight in the heart. He gasped for air, lost his wits, and lost his nerve. The image was both disgusting and beautiful, and the silent participation in the unfilmed porn appealed to Minho, who himself felt a surge of arousal. He couldn't see everything in detail, but from the moans on both sides, he could tell they were both satisfied with the transaction. The act itself didn't last long; the man came in a matter of minutes. He pulled off the full condom and put on his pants, zipping them up in a hurry. Hyunjin also quickly pulled his tight jeans over his ass and waited for his well-deserved payment.

Minho wondered if the stack of bills would be thick. He was surprised when, instead of money, Hyunjin beamed at the sight of a bag of colorful pills.

The customer patted him on the back once more in farewell and left the alley without even noticing Minho hiding behind the wall. They were left alone there.

A lot happened in the next few minutes. Hyunjin swallowed half the candy from the package and stuffed the rest into his pants pocket. He rubbed his sore butt through the fabric of his pants and headed for the exit.

Unlike the customer, he immediately noticed the presence of the voyeur. He looked at Minho with a dull, emotionless gaze and grabbed his hand.

"They told me you were looking for me..."

Lee felt bad that his presence had been discovered. Hyunjin wasn't completely embarrassed by the situation they found themselves in. He watched and waited for the choreographer's reaction.

"30 dollars here, 50 at the motel. Which do you choose?"

Chapter 9: 50$

Hyunjin was very happy when the word "motel" was mentioned. In the summer, customers rarely chose this option. Everyone preferred to save a few bucks and quickly fuck him at the gate. And a motel meant a soft bed for a few hours and the possibility of using a shower.

Even the fact that the next client would be a famous choreographer from the media didn't dampen his joy at standing under the stream of warm water. Hwang wasn't as docile at work as he was at the audition. The law of the street prevailed here. The stronger and more cunning competitor won.

The facility, called a motel, was located not far from their original meeting place. Dirty and not necessarily quiet, tempting only with its low price.

Minho paid for the room and waited for the registration papers. Hyunjin pulled him by the hand.

"Come on... no one will check your ID here..."

He took the small key with the tattered tag and headed upstairs. He knew the number by heart.
He let the stunned Lee into the room and closed the door, hanging the "do not disturb" sign on the other side.

"Sit down. I'll take a shower, and you think about what you want to do."

He spoke calmly... as if to say "fuck off," as if to a regular customer who had been particularly obnoxious today.

Minho looked at the questionably clean bedspread with a disgusted expression. It was as if he'd just been sitting on a park bench, then on the sidewalk in a drug-addicted neighborhood. He'd expected more from a motel. But for 20 bucks...
Hyunjin left him alone and headed for the bathroom. They'd gotten a decent room, with reasonably functional plumbing. He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the cool stream of water with a blissful expression. He was relaxing...

 

Minho was starting to get more and more anxious. The alcohol had worn off a bit... his sobering mind was panicking. He realized he'd forgotten the bag of vodka and papers. He had no way to numb himself again. The bathroom water stopped, the creaking door opened, and Hyunjin stood naked.

Despite all the imperfections and blemishes on his body, he was beautiful. Meth bugs had ravaged his young skin, but his overall appearance was captivating. Minho had read a bit about this phenomenon ever since he first saw his dancer's bare skin. Drug addicts scratched and picked at themselves through tactile hallucinations. They felt like something was crawling on their skin, so they tried desperately to get rid of it.

Lee stared at the small scabs, trying not to look at the center of Hyunjin's body.

He was completely uninhibited by the fact that he was standing completely naked in front of the dance guru. In a way, it excited him, and the drugs he'd taken earlier completely eliminated the stress. He knew who Lee Minho was, knew his range of achievements, and there was a reason he'd been standing outside the studio on his first day.

But he was only supposed to look and make small talk, deliberately irritating Bang's security guards.
And Lee suddenly started looking for him.

Why?

"What do you want to do?" Hyunjin slowly approached the man sitting on the bed, who was looking at him with wide eyes. He was thoroughly drunk but relatively alert; it was obvious he hadn't had a drink in a day. Outwardly well-groomed, inside he was a walking disaster. Just like himself.

Minho didn't know what he wanted to do.

Maybe something else...

He knew what he wanted.
But his body wouldn't react properly. Years of drinking and stress had led to erectile dysfunction...

Silence fell.

Hyunjin glanced at the man's still dormant crotch. There was nothing beneath his pants demanding his attention. Too bad...
Strange...
No one had ever reacted to him like that before; everyone, women and men, liked Hwang. And Lee was openly gay, one of the few to officially confirm the rumors about himself.
And nothing?

Chapter 10: Need help?

Minho saw that Hyunjin saw. His disability. His greatest source of shame and embarrassment. A problem hidden for years, a dick that disobeyed its owner. Every man's most painful failure.

He didn't really know when it all started. When he was younger, he'd blamed it on stress and overwork, but then, when he'd already been drinking heavily, doctors would tell him the problem was alcohol. But Minho wasn't sure.

"Can I help you with that?" Hyunjin wasn't that shocked by the soft dick. He'd seen and experienced quite a bit during his career in the industry. And still... this was Lee Minho. The guy whose choreography was replicated by half the K-pop industry.

"I wanted to talk..." Lee felt obvious discomfort. Maybe if he had his tranquilizer with him, he'd have more courage to look at his $30 whore.

"We can... even better for me." But the price doesn't change...

"No, no... it's not about the money..." Minho pulled out $100 and handed it to him, still not looking at it.

"I have no way to spend it... sorry..."

"Keep it all." Hyunjin raised his eyebrows. He'd gotten lucky today. He grabbed the change and hastily stuffed it into his tattered jeans, right next to the bag of colorful pills.

"What do you want to talk to me about? You've been looking for me for the second time. You don't want sex... sorry..." Hwang blushed a little at the memory of his client's embarrassing problem. Minho crossed his legs once more.

"About you. About your injury and why you're where you are. You have enormous talent."

 

"Excuse me... but aren't you, a world-class choreographer, sitting in a motel with the cheapest whore this filthy land has spawned? Coincidence. And anyway, I think they've already told you my story. I have nothing to add." Hwang spoke quickly, bluntly, just throwing out bare facts. He was completely different than he was on the dance floor. But Minho knew this firsthand; he was a different person when he danced.

"Don't you want to give it up? You're still great..." Minho scanned his bare body. Something was moving in his pants, but not as it should be. But at least this much..." "You could be in this video. Maybe not as a center... but still... Bang won't say no to me."

"I'm fine here... are we done talking?"

"For today... but you have to show up for practice next week. I'm counting on you." Minho staggered toward the door.

 

"I wanted to count on you today too..." The words stabbed like the sharpest dagger. A blow below his soft cock was unacceptable. Lee immediately turned to face the owner of those words. And Hyunjin just smiled stupidly. His eyes were pure madness. The drugs were starting to take effect.

"I can't..." Hyunjin only snorted loudly upon hearing that. He stepped closer. His eyes were wild, with enormous pupils. He bit his lip repeatedly.

"Don't bullshit... I'll find you some pills in five minutes that'll keep you hard for another 24 hours." He slapped him squarely in the indifferent groin with a huge hand.

A sober Minho would have been offended, perhaps cursed, and left. A drunk Lee was clueless, and he had nothing to lose. He handed Hyunjin another hundred and watched as he dressed hurriedly and ran out of the room.
He wasn't sure if he'd come back. He got quite a bit of money from him...
But a moment later, the door opened again. Hyunjin was holding a bottle of water and pulling a blister of handmade medicine from his pocket.

Chapter 11: On eye

"How did he disappear?" Bang Chan couldn't believe the information Changbin had given him.

"Where is that prick?" He was furious... he took one last look at Jisung sleeping in his bed and went into the living room. He lit a cigarette and looked out the panoramic window at the city that never sleeps. "What did he do? How is he drinking? They said he was holed up... what, three days? And you didn't say anything? Fuck, Changbin! I don't need an alcoholic for this job... He promised he wouldn't drink anymore... find him! Find him and bring him to me! I don't give a damn!

Changbin was furious with himself... why was he answering his boss's call on the weekend? He hadn't learned anything...
He downed an energy drink and headed towards the drug district. He was 99% sure Lee would point his drunken limbs towards that part of the city. He had been drawn to Hwang from the very beginning. On the other hand, you couldn't blame him... everyone in the company liked him... well, everyone...

Finding the two fallen dancers in this human wasteland wasn't difficult. A few dollars loosened their tongues, and their fingers gratefully pointed towards the tattered motel.

Minho eyed the dark blue pill suspiciously...

"What's this?" He twirled it around in his fingers, searching for any name... nothing...

"I didn't ask... but I'll help you... Felix doesn't sell shit..." Hyunjin was already thoroughly warmed up, for some reason he didn't quite understand, wanting the man in front of him to finally harden and fuck him. He knew his routines and choreography. There was no better dancer... Lee had incredible control over his body. In dance. And in bed?
Still slightly drunk, Minho popped the pill into his mouth and washed it down with cold water from the bottle his prey had handed him today. At times, Hyunjin still reminded him of the boy from those old tapes. Shy... in love only with dancing. Just like him... back then, he became a completely different person. Now, before him stood a pure-bred bitch. Without any inhibitions. It was clear he'd done everything with everyone. He had the perfect conditions for this job. Perhaps even better than for being a dancer. Hwang Hyunjin was a true whore, dedicated to his craft.

"How are you feeling?" Minho continued to sit dazed on the bed. He'd taken a bigger risk today than ever before. This wasn't just a random drink with a bum he'd just met in the park. He'd had similar experiences in his inglorious past.

Now he swallowed a pill of unknown origin, almost consciously. Why? To fuck an addicted, scratched-to-the-blood teenager whom he'd just wanted to invite to collaborate on his latest music video? He could have pondered this further, but he felt different.

He felt a warm, cozy feeling. As if warm cotton was pushing him from the inside out, making him soft and delightful. A feeling completely unfamiliar to the cold professional who drowned his sorrows and life's failures in a glass.

"It's... good..." Minho didn't even recognize the sound of his own voice. It was so soft and pleasant. It blended with Hyunjin's childish tone.

He collapsed onto the bed, which also instantly became cozy, wrapping him in his throw from a bygone era.
Hwang watched with emotion as the man flew away to someplace more pleasant than this musty den. He felt good. Felix had tried. But at this price, he was only hoping for something amazing. Without a second thought, he squeezed another pill from the blister pack and swallowed it without water.
He lay down next to Lee and delicately, almost imperceptibly, began unbuckling his belt. His expertly trained fingers flawlessly found the nooks and crannies of the buckle, freeing his hips, worthy of every sin and lie.
A soft moan of pleasure informed Hyunjin that the magic had already begun to work. The material of his boxers tightened pleasantly, the body beside him heated to dangerous temperatures.

"Fuck... finally..." Minho moaned loudly enough to be momentarily embarrassed. But he hadn't felt that way in so long. Regular Viagra didn't necessarily work for him... Sildenafil was too weak to arouse him so quickly and effectively, with practically no external stimulation whatsoever. Except for the hot whore with the most beautiful face on earth. This Felix... he was probably a magician in a chemist's body. What he had given him was beyond comprehension. His cock was instantly absolved and he wanted to bring good news to all the damned.

Hyunjin himself was raging inside from the overload of everything, but seeing how he finally managed to warm up the unfortunate man next to him... he was glad he'd helped someone in need.
They both knew why they were truly here. There was no need for prolonged foreplay or whispered nonsense. Minho simply pulled the thin body onto himself and ran his fingers carelessly, stretching the ass that didn't need much. He was sloppy and greedy... he was so worried he wouldn't be able to handle it. He didn't know the magic pill, and he knew he wouldn't survive this failure. Not with him.

Hyunjin sat on his massive hips, passionately unwinding the black condom over his stiff cock, and then lowered his ass all the way down onto it. Minho only allowed him a few strokes. Feeling confident, he took the initiative, flipping Hyunjin onto his back and fucking him hard and fast.

They both had wild eyes, high on Felix's cocktail and other stimulants.

After a good 25 minutes, Minho grew slightly tired. He still couldn't come, even though he was really close at times. Hyunjin, seeing his embarrassment, tried his old verbal tactics.

"I'm about to come... fuck, you're amazing... Mr. Lee..." he blurted out into his cloudy eyes. Minho froze for a moment and thrust a few more times, ending in painfully pleasurable spasms. Hyunjin also pretended to come, but Minho didn't seem to notice his lie, completely blown away by such a successful marathon.

He felt great.

Thanks both to the pills and the long-awaited fulfillment. What a magical drug this was... his dick was still hard and he wanted more. But his muscles were thoroughly exhausted.
But only for a moment. He took a few more sips of water and, putting on a second condom, fucked Hyunjin a second time, standing up in the shower.
Regardless, he'd paid for three hits.
The younger man, completely high, didn't protest at all. He was captivated by the dance guru's undulating movements. Even drunk and high, Minho truly had incredible control over his body.

"I don't want to sleep... what can we do now?" A washed-up and reasonably dressed Minho wasn't about to give up on such a promising morning. The sun was slowly peeking over the horizon.

"We can go for a hot dog. Best food in New York." The younger one liked the idea of going out. He liked the city in the morning, when the streets were cleared of the night's shame and filth.

Leaving the hotel, they found themselves face to face with an angry Changbin clutching a paper cup of coffee.

"Bang Chan wants you over."

Minho just smiled sheepishly...

Chapter 12: individual city tour

Changbin felt only a strong shove against his muscular chest. The cup fell from his hands, and he slammed his hard butt against his uneven ankle.
One of the two clearly wasn't afraid of him and pushed against him with a large hand, causing him to suddenly lose his balance.
Red tugged on Minho's hand, snapping him out of his daze and sending his long legs in a direction he seemed to know well.
They ran for a while, ignoring Seo's curses as he clumsily tried to catch up.
At one point, Hyunjin turned into a narrow alley, dodging garbage cans, and gracefully began climbing the rather steep fence separating them from the next alley. Halfway up, he offered Lee a hand and pulled him up. He had incredible strength. Or maybe it was the drugs that were increasing his strength...
After a few grueling minutes, they found themselves behind the fence, which now safely protected them from the furious Changbin.

"You have to report to Bang! Immediately!" Seo shouted, his anger boiling. He didn't even try to face the metal fence. He knew his size...
Hyunjin stuck out his tongue and a middle finger with a chipped nail at him.
Lee watched this spectacle and felt a sense of dread. While Changbin wasn't anyone important in the company, he was the boss's direct subordinate.
Minho and Bang had known each other for a long time; they'd been through a lot together, but those were ancient times, as if from another reality.
Nevertheless, Hwang's gesture amused him greatly.
For a moment, he felt like a teenager without responsibility for his actions. They fled, leaving the furious, resigned man behind.

Fueled by Felix's drug or by each other's company, they ran farther and farther, losing themselves in the cramped city, among people heading to work or home...

Hyunjin suddenly stopped, his eyes drawn to a tiny food cart. He promised Hyung a hot dog. He ordered two and paid for them with change from his pocket. He would feel embarrassed if Lee sponsored them again. He grabbed two more cold drinks from the fridge and walked away to a more secluded spot.
Hyunjin knew the city's secret passages, rabbit holes hiding surprising surprises. They slipped through the back entrance to one of the most exclusive hotels in the area. The elevator took them to the rooftop with a breathtaking panorama. At this hour, no one was guarding the corridors and lobby.
Minho, who had always struggled with a terrible fear of heights, was afraid to even cross the threshold of the terrace floor. But Hyunjin and the snack were so tempting...
Hwang put on his ridiculous red glasses again, gazing flirtatiously from beneath them with his intoxicated eyes. This had an effect on the man, who cautiously began to step onto the high roof. His heart was pounding with fear, or perhaps something else. The views were breathtaking. The sun had just released its first rays into the clear sky, promising another beautiful day.

But it wasn't the weather that attracted him most. The skinny boy, still in his blood-red sweater, sat comfortably on the ground, practically at the very edge of the roof. He looked over a pale bun drenched in ketchup, beckoning.

"Sit down... it'll be cold..." He ate with such gusto that Minho himself decided to try it. It wasn't the best dish he'd ever tried... but the setting for this meal was superior to anything he'd seen so far.

"That's how I live... free... I do what I want, when I want. I don't ask anyone's permission." Lee wasn't sure who these words were directed at. Hyunjin seemed to be trying to justify his own choices. He wanted to assure him that he was happy.

Chapter 13: former life of an idol

"How do you feel about that?" Chan, much younger than he was today, looked with drunken eyes at the equally drunk Minho sitting before him in their shared dorm. Last night. Today, their multi-year contract with one of the most famous companies in Korea was finally terminated. The idealized life of an idol had just ended. No more long-term commitments, no more rehearsals from morning till night. No more weekly weight checks and random phone checks. From tomorrow, they'd be ordinary people without a profession or school. Without any diploma to boast to a potential employer. Although, could they work in a "regular" job? As what? A bartender? A half-naked waiter?
Minho had several offers to star in Korean dramas, but the roles he would take... A sexy, rich love interest breaking women's hearts... yuck...

Chan had known for a long time that he would go into show business... he knew nothing else. He had already prepared the groundwork; it had always been known that business was better in America.

- Strange... everything ended so quickly. It was so tiring, and then what? Nothing?

- Come with me to the States! Minho! You're such a talented dancer! I'll need you there!

- Don't bullshit, Bang! I hate America! And their language... I'll stay in Korea... I can teach here too. And in the language I know... but thanks for the offer... It's a shame you're leaving... I'm surprised myself, but I think I'll miss you...

- Ooooh... Lee, don't drink anymore... Is the rainbow awakening inside you?

- It was always there...

Chan didn't know how to react... rumors had been circulating about Minho for a long time, but everyone was sure it was perfectly executed fan service. And now, suddenly, after all these years, he's openly saying he's gay. They'd never talked about it so openly.

Bang was fucking after concerts, whatever came up, and fans easily signed confidentiality agreements and handed their cell phones over to the staff. No one had ever caught an idol in such a sinful act. They didn't swear or have sex. They put on a good show and dutifully returned to their dorm to drink tea and fall asleep with a stuffed animal from their own merch.

- Do you prefer guys? Really? And all those female fans? I've seen you lure more than one into your dressing room. Did you talk?

"Something like that..." Minho lowered his disheveled head sadly. Everything was weighing on him today. The end of his idol career, the breakup with the boys in the group. Although he only had a relatively good relationship with Chan. The rest genuinely hated him. And the feeling was mutual... "Don't tell anyone, but I'm not good with women... my equipment's broken... they only gave me blowjobs... but things didn't always work... but maybe it was stress?"

"Minho... my erection always got the best after a concert... it's embarrassing to admit, but a few minutes and I was ready... and then I could move on to the next one... I'm sorry to hear that. Have you been to the doctor about this? There are pills for that, I'm sure. Now you don't have to worry about anyone picking on you. Starting tomorrow, you're the same person as everyone else."

"I'll go... but maybe not necessarily tomorrow. I have an interview with a potential partner. Dance school, group choreography... I think that's the only thing I can aim for..."

"You're doing well... dancing is your passion. Don't give up on it." But you know... if you want, I invite you to the States. You can choreograph the best music video for me... what do you think?

- Maybe someday, Chan... Maybe someday...

Chapter 14: Solo career

Chan left Korea rather quickly. He didn't even wait for the final transfer to his account. He packed his laptop and the best equipment, and one day he simply ran away...
A few journalists caught up with him at the airport, but he gave them the middle finger, and disappeared into the departure lounge. The final act of rebellion in this hypocritical country... never again.
He didn't regret leaving for a moment.

Minho slowly, meticulously worked towards opening his own dance school. The demand for choreographers was enormous, and the contacts he'd gained as an idol proved very useful. He rose to the top at lightning speed, gaining fame and recognition. People were knocking on his door. It was even worse than when he was in the group.
In any case, he was still the center of press attention. Any attempt at a lasting relationship ended in failure. Until finally, he was caught kissing a guy in a car outside his own school. The media went wild, and Minho, no longer protected by any record label, openly admitted he was homosexual. Despite initial concerns, he wasn't lynched; support even poured in from LGBT organizations across the music world. Lee blazed a trail, opened doors for others, and became a rainbow icon in his home country.

But this didn't translate into happy relationships. His dick continued to flare up, and the blue pills he swallowed by the handful didn't help much. His body quickly became accustomed to Viagra and stopped responding. One by one, his lovers left, and Minho would immediately hit the haystack after a grueling workout.

Initially, he frequented elegant, fancy bars, justifying himself by saying it was part of his colorful life. Over time, the umbrella drinks became too weak, and pure alcohol tasted best when accompanied by himself.

An icy shower in the morning, headache pills, and 12 hours at the dance studio.

Minho suffered his first heart attack just after his thirtieth birthday. Doctors had warned him to slow down and start taking care of himself. But there was so much work, and a cold drink afterward tasted so good.

Two weeks in the hospital allowed him to calm down a bit and refresh his mind. He decided to fight for himself. At the doctors' suggestion, he sewed himself up with Esperal and slowly pieced together his shattered life. However, he missed the adrenaline rush and the stinging sensation on his tongue in the evenings. He tried to have fun sober, but it never worked. He was too ashamed. He drowned himself in work again, giving himself even more than before.

The time when the implant completely dissolved was the happiest time of the year for him, one he looked forward to more than holidays and birthdays combined. He'd take a month off and binge-drink from dawn till dusk, constantly justifying himself with the excuse that it was the last sip. The last glass, the last bottle.

His heart quietly reminded him of itself, and Minho drowned out his guilt with another worthless promise.
Fortunately, the second heart attack was milder, but it still gave him a real scare. He'd read once that the third would be his last. As if someone had given him a rather unfunny list from above.

Re-rehabilitation, healthy meals, light exercise in the morning, a new lifestyle.

"Minho... you promised me choreography once..." Chan suddenly spoke up after a few years, offering a cool job and good pay. Minho had no other plans at the moment. His own company was running smoothly, he had good employees who had proven time and again that they knew what they were doing when the boss was in the hospital or at the bottom of his addiction. Nothing really kept him here. All that was left was a new patch before his departure, and he could fulfill his promise to his former colleague.

But Minho decided he could manage without the medication.

He didn't need it anymore. He knew the stakes well...

Chapter 15: view from the roof

They finished eating, but they still felt hungry. Hyunjin greedily drained the cold can of soda and lay down on the rough surface.
Minho, feeling the chemicals slowly draining from his body, lay down next to him, perfectly camouflaging his fear of heights.

"Come to the rehearsal." He tried to persuade him again, wanting the boy to seize the opportunity. Chan would surely agree; they'd argue a hundred times, but he'd eventually give in. Minho knew him all too well. For the sake of the production, he'd make any concessions. He'd always prioritized work over his own comfort. They were both the same.

"I'll come... if you insist. Do you think he'll let me dance? What about my leg?" Hwang had a slight glimmer of positivity. For the moment, with his belly full and his ass stretched out... on top of the world, with the man he'd long admired, he could agree to a lot.
Minho closed his heavy eyes, reassured by such an answer. He felt the sun burn his graceful nose, tickling him with its warm rays. He couldn't remember the last time he'd appreciated the reality around him so much. Until then, it had been just work and booze.

Hyunjin continued to speak to him, but Lee, exhausted by the wild night, had flown into the arms of Morpheus. Against all logic, he felt safe at this incredible height, in a country he truly hated, next to a boy he knew nothing about. The teenage drug addict he'd recently fucked had given him more than any partner at that moment.

For the second time in a row, he was suddenly and rudely woken. Aggressive English slowly filtered through to his ears, announcing that this country didn't respect another person's right to sleep. Minho grunted and opened his eyes, immediately encountering two security guards and a cheerful Hwang, who had probably been asleep as well, but seemed to have woken up more quickly.

Despite the short sleep, he felt surprisingly well; his mind was clear, and he didn't even feel a hangover... strange...

"The gentlemen say we have to leave. The hotel guests are complaining about us." Hyunjin translated every sentence; he could tell from the start that his English wasn't very good at today's adventure.

"Tell them we're checking out the conditions of this dump. I don't know if it's worth leaving money here." Minho felt reassured. He didn't give a damn about anything going on around him. The security guards didn't faze him at all. Hyunjin took the hint and relayed his words to the stunned men. They just smiled and ushered the sly guys to the front desk. Lee rented a room, shutting everyone up with their nasty words. He knew full well he didn't want to go back to that dump, and his room was currently being ozoned with his hard-earned money. Besides, Changbin was definitely hanging around there, and he wasn't eager to meet Chris face-to-face just yet. He needed to better prepare the groundwork for their negotiations.

Hyunjin was captivated by the room and the spaces they'd rented for them. They'd booked them both in. They'd checked them in as a couple.

Hyunjin could barely remember the times he'd spent weekends in such luxurious places. Surrounded by the attention and money of wealthy people who craved his company.

"Do you still have those pills?" Minho closed the door and stared at the boy. Luxury definitely suited him.

Chapter 16: Blue Pills

Minho's pupils went wild. They didn't dilate gradually, they exploded like a supernova as he swallowed the blue pill again. Regaining control over his unruly organ made him want to fuck the sweet slut again, who was happily looking around the room. Hyunjin casually squeezed the pill into his sweaty, dirty palm, completely ignoring the maniac's eyes. Hwang knew how good Felix's inventions could make him feel, so he had no intention of denying this feeling to this charming man. Minho was sweet in his own way, desperately begging for a boost.

Completely different from the training videos Hyunjin had once watched at the studio.

Cold, focused on every move. A man without emotions.

Chan had access to the band's old recordings. Every dancer knew the tapes of Minho torturing himself for hours in the training room.

Most often dressed in gray sweatpants and baggy T-shirts, he never showed off his physical appearance. He was a modest man focused solely on his passion.

He was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. He rarely ate, but he drank gallons of water. He'd disappear into the bathroom for a few seconds. And then he'd keep dancing. Bang always said he'd never known a better dancer than Lee Minho, citing his former colleague as a role model.
Hyunjin was fascinated by his fluid movements, his control over every single muscle. This man was dance, nothing else.
Hwang set himself the goal of living up to this unattainable ideal. And he almost succeeded. But the injury and its aftermath thwarted his grand plans and pushed him to the edge of decent society.

Hyunjin would never have believed that one day he would come face to face with this man. That Minho himself would seek him out in the drug district and rent him a dingy room by the hour. That she would fuck him with those flexible hips, high on drugs of dubious origin. That they'd run away from Chan's dog and eat cheap hot dogs on the roof. That kind of thing happened in movies, not in real life. And yet, they were both here. Still hungry and thirsty.

Pushing aside all business conversations, they clung to each other in a rather tight embrace. For the first time, they didn't have a clue what kind of relationship they were in. They weren't sure if the hooker-client relationship was still in effect. Hyunjin, strangely sober, was the first to bring his wet lips to the shorter man's. He tilted his head to the right and brushed his chapped lips. Just as he'd thought, Minho was hot.
It had been a long time since Lee had gotten close to someone like this. The unexpected, gentle kiss made his knees buckle. His mind told itself Hyunjin wasn't at work right now, that he wouldn't be reaching out for another bill anytime soon.
They kissed lazily, as if they'd just met, as if the rough sex of a few hours ago had never happened. Minho melted beneath the slender boy, shyly examining his damaged arms. He couldn't accept the fact that this beautiful body was so badly damaged. But the initial revulsion turned to compassion.

Hyunjin placed his imperfect hands on his shirt. And Minho sighed so deeply that he sucked in all the dust from the room.

"Your heart is beating so hard..." he whispered sweetly, but not in that theatrical, artificial voice. It was nice to feel the reaction to him was so positive.
Minho felt himself burning from the inside... beating too hard...
In a final flash of consciousness, he dug into his pocket for his pills. He felt for the sharp blister, cutting the skin around his fingernail.

"Minho! Minho!" Hyunjin's voice came from the other room. His ears were surrounded by an invisible filter... and silence fell.

Chapter 17: Welcome again

His eyelashes fluttered nervously, revealing the delicate white of his eyeballs time and again. Hyunjin had seen this before, a classic overdose. But Lee hadn't taken that much. Just two pills.

Under normal circumstances, he would have abandoned the customer and fled; he always did. But here, everyone had his details; both were quite well-remembered by the staff. Besides, it was Minho... fucking Lee Minho, the one Hyunjin had been waiting for for years.

The man was getting more and more frantic, his beautiful face taking on a bluish-pink hue.

"Please connect me to the number..." Hyunjin double-checked to make sure Lee didn't have his phone. Resigned, he tried the front desk. He knew his former employer's number by heart. Bang knew how to hush up such matters; the police and ambulance wouldn't be in his favor. And a dead choreographer and his drug-addicted former dancer found together in a luxury hotel... poor publicity.

The number was dialed very slowly; this practice wasn't very common; every guest always carried a cell phone. Meanwhile, Hyunjin was still trying to help, checking his breathing and pressing on that frantic heart to calm it down a bit. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Minho clutching something in his small hand. Pills. Would they help?
Without thinking, he pushed the tiny pill under his tongue; he'd seen people do that in a movie before.

He heard the first ring on the phone. The second...

Long eyelashes fluttered, and Minho opened his eyes. Seeing the beautiful boy before him, he smiled with some difficulty. The third ring on the line sobered Hwang, who immediately rejected the call.
He still wasn't sure if the man in front of him was okay, but his color had returned, his breathing was even, and he wasn't as ravenous as before.

"Are you okay?" Hyunjin was genuinely concerned. He looked at him with concern and a certain passion.

"Mmm... it's probably those hot dogs... you have some really bad food here." Minho propped himself up on his elbows, pretending he was okay. He still felt dizzy, but he didn't want to show any weakness in front of the younger man.

"Don't joke... what are those pills for?" The younger man nodded at the silver blister.

"Vitamins... everything's okay... where did we end?" Minho was craning his head toward the boy again. It was impossible to get enough of him. Hyunjin, however, was cautious, lightly kissing his chapped lips and pulling away again...

"I'm not stupid. Are you sick?" He didn't want to know the unpleasant truth, but decency demanded he ask.

"No... can we continue... come on..." He pulled the frail body towards him, kissing him more and more hungrily. He knew he wouldn't be able to fuck him, but he tricked Hyunjin into riding him. The last pack of condoms was unwrapped and then pulled onto his still-eager penis. Minho risked a lot for a moment of pleasure, but if he had to die, it would be this way. With this boy on top of him.

This time they weren't fucking anymore; Hwang was gentle. With calm movements, he impaled himself on Minho, who rolled his eyes again, this time purely from the sheer pleasure. Hyunjin jerked hard, looking into those dark, lustful eyes. They devoured each other with their gazes. It was impossible to tell who wanted whom more.

"I can't hold it anymore!" The younger man wiggled his ass restlessly, trying to move a little more... but he couldn't control himself and after a moment, he ejaculated on the older man's stomach. Minho, captivated by the sight, came himself a moment later with a smile on his face. He was exhausted. So drenched in sweat that there wasn't a dry spot on his body.
Hwang pulled out of him and lay down next to him on the fluffy rug.
Minho couldn't even pull the condom off his cock. He fell asleep instantly.

Chapter 18: The best trainee

Chan glanced at his phone again. The hotel's number had long been saved in his contacts list. Hyunjin's favorite hotel, with a breathtaking view from the rooftop. Hwang loved going there, loved seeing the city from such a height.

Chan remembered well the first time he'd taken him there...

Hyunjin joined the company when he was barely 16. Young, full of ambition and an unhealthy optimism. From the very beginning, he stood out with his unparalleled good looks and hard work, drawing the attention of the entire company, including the president.
Initially very shy, he blushed at even the most innocent compliments.
Chan often visited him in the training room, sitting quietly in the corner and admiring his developing talent.

At first, he brought him coffee or sweet drinks. Later, small snacks. The young trainee didn't object when a firm hand landed on his butt as a sign of appreciation. The CEO gradually moved further, closing the distance between them with small steps. Naive Hyunjin saw nothing wrong with the increasingly prolonged touches or the increasingly bold compliments. His choreography became increasingly provocative. He revealed more skin and learned to tempt with his eyes. The original "Play with Fire" had little in common with the final recording. Only the diamond in the navel remained in both productions. Chan recorded two versions: one for the music industry and one for sale to special clients.

The tape, which depicts Hyunjin writhing in rumpled sheets in nothing but leather pants, sold very well among wealthy, filthy old men. The boy was warmly received by a specific audience.

For Chan, this was another step toward increasing the company's revenue. Porn had always outsold art. And porn transformed into art would surely be a hit.

However, it wasn't easy to get this sweet child to undress. Hyunjin was shy and modest. He only wanted to dance like Lee Minho, whom Chan had always held up as a role model. He even promised him he'd bring his friend from Korea and ask him to give Hwang a private lesson.

And then everything went wrong... especially for Hyunjin, who completely broke down when he came in second place due to an ankle that hadn't healed properly.

The first serious conversation after the loss took place at a hotel with an unearthly terrace. Chan had chosen him specifically, knowing how to seduce the sensitive soul of an artist. Hyunjin was certain he'd be fired from the company, but the president was exceptionally kind to him. Chan assured him that he still had high hopes for him and that he was a fantastic asset.

There was, however, one big "but"...

"Hyunjin... your ankle treatment cost us a fortune. Frankly, the prognosis is still not the best." Hwang broke out in a cold sweat. He was really putting in the effort into his rehabilitation, giving it his all.

"But you said I could stay at the company..." Chan smiled at him sincerely. However, there wasn't much sympathy in his eyes.

"You can, of course. You're the most desirable face right now. I have a dozen or so assignments for you. Photo shoots and a few commercials." Bang knew Hyunjin wouldn't go for it. It was never his goal. But he also knew how to convince him. "You'll pay off your medical bills and you'll be able to dance again. All those treatments were very expensive. It'll take a while to pay it all off." The move was perfect. Hwang was an honorable man; it was clear he would do his best not to disappoint his boss. But modeling... He was disgusted by selling his looks.

"I... I..." he stammered shyly, afraid to even look his boss in the eye. He was grateful to Bang for everything. He'd helped him get to the coveted States, arranged all the visas, put a roof over his head, and even paid for his language course.

"Hyunjin... that's how this business works. You don't always do what you want. Sometimes you have to bend your rules. It's a few commercials. A magazine shoot. You'll do it. A year, maybe two, and you'll break even." The boy sighed deeply. A year or two? For a dancer, that's a slow death...

"That long? How much do I owe?"

"Over $100,000, honey. We've invested a lot in you. And living here is expensive. Food, lodging, insurance. And the profits are paltry so far. Only that second tape is selling decently. You'd make more if you followed that path." He narrowed his eyes and stared at him intently. The bait had been set.

Hyunjin wasn't happy with the music video. He didn't like showing off his body. He was embarrassed by nudity.

- Mr. Bang... I wanted to dance. You promised... Mr. Lee was supposed to come. I don't want to take my clothes off again.

"So you'll be filming cereal commercials! Hyunjin doesn't get anything for free! The contract binds you..." He stood up and went out to the balcony to smoke. He wanted to give the brat some time to think. He wasn't even halfway through his cigarette when the kid joined him.

"I want to pay off my debt and keep dancing. With or without you. If I don't succeed here, I'll go back to Korea and apply for a job with Mr. Lee." He said the words through gritted teeth, but he'd already thought it through. He wasn't entirely sure what he was signing up for, but he'd made his decision. Sometimes you have to swallow your pride.

Hyunjin had no idea how wide and disgusting that pocket would be. And Chan threw away his cigarette butt and smiled genuinely this time.

"Good decision! We'll discuss how to best utilize your strengths later, but I think finding a lucrative job for you won't be the slightest problem. With your beauty..." He stroked his cheek like a well-behaved pet. "Come, let me show you something!" He grabbed his hand and led him to the observation deck on the roof. Night was slowly falling, the city was loud and stuffy, constantly alive with joy and despair, difficult decisions, and dashed hopes.

Despite everything, Hyunjin absorbed this solemn moment, accepting the great unknown.
He liked high altitudes.

It would be good to come here someday with someone special, not with a boss who would now squeeze every last bit of dignity out of him.

He'd love to gaze here at the dawning New York, eat a cheap hot dog from the stand downstairs with someone important to him. Celebrate some shared success, make plans for the future. And then sink back into an elegant hotel room and spend the entire day wearing nothing but a fluffy white bathrobe.

***

Chan smiled to himself again after a brief conversation with the hotel receptionist. So Hwang and Lee are cooing together in the same room. Hopefully, Minho won't make a mess in front of his little whore.

Chapter 19: Serious work

"Hyunjin, stop hiding! Spread your legs wider!" the director was furious. He'd never had such a stressed-out actor before. The boy was cute but incredibly tense. Another attempt to squeeze a bit of sex appeal out of him was futile.

"Chris..." the director muttered darkly at the CEO. "He's worthless. He's pretty, but fuck... any longer and he'll burst into tears. How old is he?"

"Enough... give us a moment." Bang stood up briskly from his chair and scooped the terrified Hyunjin off the king-size bed. He shoved him roughly into the cramped hallway, inflicting another dose of fear on him.

"What's the matter, Hyunjin? We had a deal! Do what the director says and stop whining, damn it!" he tugged harder on his skinny arm. The boy was already crying.

"I can't... I don't want to do this! I can't do it." I'm giving up... sorry... we can shoot those cereal commercials. - Resigned, he was already bidding farewell to his dancing career, but he couldn't bring himself to film such a bold scene.

"Are you kidding me? You signed a contract and you have to fulfill it now. If you resign, we'll add a fine to your debt. Hyunjin, that's serious money! Go back there and do what they tell you! You don't even have to take off your panties, like you wanted! We've been so generous to you, and you're still turning your nose up at us. You ungrateful brat!" Chan was furious too, secretly hoping the boy would give in and finally unleash his hidden magnetism.

"I don't want to!" The young man turned his back and started to leave.

"Wait! We'll talk, we'll work things out." Bang began to panic. If Hwang left now, they'd lose another chance at a decent living. They had to stop him at all costs.

 

Reluctantly, he calmed his voice and embraced the boy in a fatherly way. He led him to the back of the production studio and called for the newly minted intern. Han Jisung, small, pale, and skinny, came running in less than a minute, carrying two cups of coffee and a packet of butter cookies. Hyunjin had a thing for sweets, especially the ones that reminded him of homemade ones. "Hyunjin... relax, calm down... I'll talk to the director if you're so embarrassed. But I really think you have nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful. Tell me what you want..." The president was charming as always, looking the young, trembling boy in the eyes.

"I don't want to touch myself... there..." Hyunjin blushed at the mere memory of what he'd been told to do. The director kept spreading his legs and forcing him to stroke his crotch.

"Okay, okay... we'll record it differently. Don't worry." Now, have some coffee, eat something. I'll talk to him. Jisung will sit with you, keep you company." Chan grabbed the cup from the table and headed for the exit, leaving them alone.

The boys knew each other by sight, sometimes passing each other in the hallway outside the CEO's office. Jisung was incredibly dedicated to his duties, constantly running around for drinks and food, collecting mail, and other unambitious tasks. He wasn't exceptionally handsome or talented, but he was said to be very loyal and utterly devoted to the company.

Hyunjin wrapped himself more tightly in the blanket that was lying on the plastic chair, took a few sips of coffee, and nibbled on some cookies. The atmosphere felt a little cozier. Calm slowly returned to him, and he tried to believe that everything would be alright. With each sip of his drink, his problems and worries faded further away. Suddenly, the recording stopped stressing him out. In fact, he didn't really care what he did.

"Ready?" Chan returned after receiving a message from his subordinate.

They lifted the limp, laughing body from the chair and led him back to the studio. The number of employees had dwindled. Only the director and one stylist remained. Bang threw the boy on the bed and turned to the production manager with satisfaction.

"Now he'll be good. Do whatever you want with him."
Jisung... sunshine, bring the drinks. Let's watch Hyunjin work..." he sneered, pleased that his plan was going so well. He believed they'd film something great. They'd attract new clients with deep pockets.

The model, completely uninhibited by the camera aimed directly at him, smiled flirtatiously and warmly. Hyunjin looked gorgeous and alluring, drunk on the date rape drug. He stopped objecting, did everything asked of him, didn't even protest when they told him to take off his underwear. He was enjoying everything and put on a truly excellent performance.
Chan watched from the sidelines, sipping his drinks at a furious pace. His cock throbbed painfully as his eyes followed the innocent child on the enormous bed. He felt foolish to struggle now, but his trusty assistant stood steadfastly by his side.

"Jisung... I have a request... suck me off now. Hyunjin is too hot to watch and not react." Han, slightly embarrassed, put down his colorful cocktail and knelt down without a murmur before the CEO, who was eagerly pulling down his pants. Nothing in this company surprised him anymore. Not putting drugs in coffee or giving the boss a blowjob. He'd agreed to it on his first day. They paid well and provided decent insurance. Jisung had never had high ambitions. And in this job, he could truly see everything. All he had to do was remain silent.

Chan panted heavily, watching the final scenes before him. Hyunjin could barely stay on his knees, sticking his ass out directly at the camera. The squirrel was working his little head brilliantly, pleasing his boss. His only flaw was that he didn't swallow, but Chan had gotten used to that. Sensing he was about to come, he pushed him away roughly and finished in his own hand.

He zipped up his pants and walked over to the rumpled bed.

"You did great, Ginny! I'm thrilled! At this rate, you'll pay off your debt very quickly. And Mr. Lee will come to teach you, I promise." The boy lay smiling in the shimmering satin, his eyes clouded with joy. He didn't get much, but at the sound of "Lee," he visibly brightened. It had always been his biggest dream.

"Chan? Can we have some fun with him while he's so eager?" The director packed up his equipment and looked at him expectantly. He was just as aroused as Chan had been a moment ago.

"No! Don't you dare shove your dirty cock into that boy. At least not now. He's a much tastier treat when everyone knows no one has ever touched him before. We'll release the recording, gather takers for his sweet hole, and make a fortune. Then let him do whatever he wants. He won't dance again anyway." Minho is currently hospitalized after a heart attack. He won't be coming to the States anytime soon. Ginny will have to find a different future. He probably won't meet his idol. Jisung! Get him dressed and call that new driver. What's his name? Changbin? Have him take him to his room. And keep your mouth shut! If he asks, tell him he's probably drunk. Don't mention drugs...

Chapter 20: My idol

He was so beautiful.

He slept peacefully on the fluffy carpet, snoring occasionally. His skin was still covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Hyunjin couldn't stop looking at him. He propped his head on his elbow and gazed at his idol so closely. Once, meeting Lee Minho had been his greatest dream. Now, been fucking by him three times over, he admired the unnaturally handsome face that radiated bliss.

He had perfect features, a straight, shapely nose with a tiny mole on the left wing, smooth skin, occasionally unshaven. Thick, dark eyebrows and eyelashes. Asymmetrical lips, a beautiful shade of pink.

He wasn't as pale as he appeared in the TV clips. But the slightly honey-colored skin suited him perfectly. His earholes were almost closed, but still visible. He was perfect in every way.
Hwang still couldn't believe they'd met. Ever since he'd learned Minho was coming to New York, he'd been projecting countless scenarios of their first encounter in his head. He'd even given up drugs a week before the important date, put together a cool wardrobe, and stolen those ridiculous red sunglasses from a stall in Central Park. But he couldn't hold out for long; right before the deadline, he snapped and swallowed the colorful cocktail again. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to make money. Hwang was a great hooker, but only on drugs; he'd never have slept with anyone sober. His still-fragile soul couldn't handle it.

He then drove to the company...

That moment when Lee got out of the car... so elegant and chic. Hyunjin froze, seeing him so close. He wanted to say something clever, but managed an arrogant, "Take me to the audition, Hyung!" A complete failure. But Minho looked at him. And he was interested in him anyway. He searched for him around town and left his business card. Until now, Hyunjin had been carrying it in a worn-out wallet, which held only his Korean ID and passport.

He wanted to rush to the audition the very next day, but he wasn't feeling well after a rather long fast, and he could barely drag his feet. Felix saved him with his potions, and he managed to dance. And Minho seemed to enjoy it. He came closer and pointed out what could be improved. Hyunjin couldn't even get a word out. Finally, with his last ounce of strength, he asked why Lee was looking for him, and after that, he could only be a nasty jerk. He fled the studio to avoid sinking back into his old dreams.

But Hyung found him again. He called, then came in person. And he no longer looked at him with such disgust. Even when he saw him at work... he stayed. He took him to a motel and fucked him like crazy.

As if he knew all his tiny desires, about eating hot dogs on the roof and watching the sunrise.

Hyunjin was grateful for this friendly gesture. Being with him here and now on the floor, he couldn't sleep; he was afraid it would all disappear. And he'd be alone again, in the dark corners of the dirty streets. He couldn't sleep because he was savoring the moment.

Minho suddenly twitched and wrinkled his sweet nose, causing Hwang to smile warmly. He looked down, noticing that he still had a full condom on his already soft cock. He removed the tight bandage and threw it in the bathroom trash. He soaked a towel and washed his dirty thighs. As he'd suspected, they were hard and strong. Like all of Hyung. He pulled the covers off the bed and covered them both. It took a moment to fall into a deep sleep, and then, quite unconsciously, he threw his long leg over the sleeping man. He liked to be sure that someone was nearby...

Minho finally got a good night's sleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was dark. They had slept all day, once again becoming citizens of the night. Something was pressing against his thigh, causing discomfort. Hyunjin.

When he slept, he seemed so young and innocent. Covered by a white blanket, he didn't seem to mind those nasty scabs. Lee gently extricated himself from the pleasant pressure. He was surprised to discover that the younger man had most likely wiped off his cum when he suddenly fell asleep. It was sweet. His spine was slowly adjusting to the upright position, causing unbearable pain. Getting old was definitely not pleasant, and sleeping on a hard floor was not comfortable.

Minho headed for the bathroom, discovering he looked worse than bad. His eyes were dry and bloodshot, and there were deep dark circles beneath them. He'd let himself down and neglected himself again. He was angry with himself for being so weak.

Although, on the other hand, the events of the past few days had given him a real adrenaline rush. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good. At the beginning of his career? When he started being recognized and adored? Maybe... but not necessarily. The emotional adventure he was experiencing with this boy was absolutely fantastic. And it wasn't just about the sex. Although... he couldn't kid himself that he didn't miss him. And fucking after taking that magic pill was like rediscovering yourself. Without remorse or guilt. Because how could someone who had sunk even lower than you judge you?

Minho checked his carotid pulse, cupped his left breast, and listened, hoping everything would be alright. He knew he'd screwed up, risked so much. But at that moment, he didn't give a damn. He wanted to experience something, wanted to feel something, and there was a reason he was drawn to Hyunjin. They were so perfect for each other. In bed, too. Even the fact that the boy was selling himself for pennies couldn't make Minho ignore their mutual attraction. From the very first moment outside the studio...

The ringing of his phone interrupted his philosophical musings. Minho ran to answer the call as quickly as possible, hoping not to wake his lover.

"How are you doing? I hope you'll be fit and ready on Monday... I'm counting on you."

"Are you using protection? Did you know half the city already had him?" the unpleasant voice of drunk Bang was grating in his ear. How did that prick know where they were? And how did he know they were together? Changbin didn't look like a professional detective...

"Fuck you, Chan! You know I never miss a deadline. Don't worry about a thing. I've got everything ready. Hyunjin will be the center of attention, and I don't want to hear any excuses. He was the best in the entire audition, and you know it... he'll dance in this video!"

"Minho... all it takes is someone to give you a nice time and you'll go crazy... you haven't changed a bit... but whatever... if he shows up sober and doesn't miss a deadline, I will let him dance. You always had a knack for dancers. Don't blow it off too much... by the way, it's nice that you can finally enjoy life... or are you just talking?" he hung up after that last, annoying sentence. Prick.

Chapter 21: Ants in the jar

"He'll dance in this video... yeah, right..." Chan snorted into his glass, narrowing his eyes. But it was a good thing. It had been a while since he'd seen Hyunjin in his natural habitat. Dancing.

Bringing Minho here and informing Hwang about it was the perfect tactic to get a little entertainment in this affluent, boring life. Chan initially thought he'd have to work hard for the two to meet, but all he had to do was send Changnin to the Bronx to "check" on his former protégé. Seo was never one to keep his mouth shut, so he immediately told Hyunjin about his idol's visit. And Hwang arrived at the office as if nothing had happened. Bang had seen him from the window; that silhouette was unmistakable.

Jisung rolled his eyes at the further mention of his boss's former pet. The fact that, despite his best efforts, Hyunjin was poisoning Bang's thoughts weighed heavily on his heart. But that was just how it was with him; once someone caught your eye, you couldn't let go. You could gouge your eyes out, but even then, there was still no 100% guarantee you'd forget about this gorgeous boy.

"Will you let him?" he asked casually, just so he could continue the conversation. Chris's thoughts drifted off, and it was hard to bring him back down to earth.

"Sure... I want to see them together at the dance hall. Minho'll kill him after the first hour. That bastard doesn't even piss when he trains. But maybe they'll find a common pace. Lee's health has declined, though apparently he's been doing well up until now. Salads, swimming, vitamins. But Seo said he's been drinking and smoking again. The perfect duo...

"What do you need them for?" Han didn't understand why the boss was wasting time and money on such losers.

- I want Hyunjin back. He left so suddenly. I don't like it when someone abandons me without saying goodbye.

- You can bring him back under any pretext... Seo can bring him back any time you want...

"No, no... Hyunjin has his pride. I was really surprised he came to the audition... for Minho. He has a sick obsession with that guy."

"Do you want to make a music video or watch Hyunjin?" This conversation was going nowhere. Bang was rambling, constantly returning to those two. And it was supposedly Hwang who was obsessed with Minho...

"Jisung... you know I used to live in Australia? You know what kids did there after school? We collected insects in jars and took care of them. Cockroaches, giant spiders, ants... that was my favorite game.

We'd then pour boiling water on them or burn their butts with a magnifying glass."

Chan refilled his empty glass. "Ants and cockroaches... what's this guy getting at?"

"I bet Hwang won't finish this music video." And the contract they both sign will completely screw them over.

- What do you want? What do you want to do to them? - Han knew his employer well. He was a son of a bitch and a manipulator, but he never went for broke. He was talking strangely today...

"Nothing... I'll lock those two lousy worms in a jar and see what happens. And then we'll let them in a third... we'll observe..."

"Aha..." A flash of thought flashed through his little head; it was late, and his brain cells weren't necessarily in the mood to work yet.
Jisung was glad Chan wasn't demanding a blowjob today. Every time he mentioned Hyunjin, his dick suddenly hardened and demanded help.

"Hannie... you still have a lot to learn about business... speaking of which... take care of mine now... I like your mouth so much..."

Chapter 22: Citizens of the night

Minho hung up the phone as quietly as he could... he'd already raised his voice at his former friend.

He closed his eyes because he knew the younger one would definitely wake up. He was just waiting for that sweet voice.

"Who was that?" Listening to him was so pleasant. He still didn't sound like an adult, sometimes breaking down mid-sentence.

"Chan... I have no idea how he found us here... never mind... I told him you'd be in the music video." And he agreed. Minho stood over the white bundle, trying to speak calmly, but he was overcome with mixed emotions.

"I... I called him through the front desk when you... you know... fainted. Chan always told me to call him. Never the emergency number."

"Really? I wonder... Is Chan hiding something from the authorities?" He wasn't particularly interested, but Hyunjin had sown a seed of doubt in him. Then again, Bang had always been the best at scheming out of them all. Stocks, bonds, real estate. He knew how to handle money.
"My addiction, definitely... I'm sorry I called... but you looked really bad... I was just afraid that..."

"No, no... everything's fine. We've got something covered. You'll shoot the music video. Everything will be fine. Are you... hungry?" Minho felt weak. His diet hadn't been the healthiest lately.

"Not really... but they have great salads here... there must be a menu next to the phone. One has fruit... and shrimp." Hyunjin seemed lost in thought. Nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"You know this hotel?" Minho was already quite curious. Did Hwang have such high-end clients?

"Yes... they also have a nice pool. It should be empty at this hour." - So, no conversation. It would be rude to ask.
"The pool..." Minho recently learned to swim; the doctor said it was a good sport for him.

"Let's go to the pool then. And then we'll eat?" he tried to diffuse the tense atmosphere as best he could. Hyunjin slowly dragged himself off the ground, once again revealing the embarrassing wounds on his body. Minho couldn't understand how this could ever disgust him.
The younger man immediately brightened. He appreciated that Lee wasn't pressing the issue. He stood up suddenly, stretching his long limbs. He was gorgeous. Slender, frighteningly thin, but with a compact build. Bones, a thin layer of muscle, and skin. Minho liked figures like that. He himself had a completely different build. No matter how slim he was, he was perceived as compact and strong. He could never lose an inch from his damn thighs. But people admired them. They even formed fan clubs for his hips.

It was pleasant to watch Hyunjin lazily get ready to leave. His hair stuck out in all directions, and his narrow eyes hadn't opened fully yet. The most ordinary teenager under the sun.

"Hyunjin, how old are you?" Minho had skimmed through his application, but he focused solely on the address and phone number. He hadn't looked at his date of birth. Age wasn't important, after all.

"Nineteen..." He glanced over his shoulder as he walked down the elegant, red-carpeted hallway. He felt so out of place here. People moved out of his way, seeing how he looked in his tight tank top.

Surprisingly, he felt quite confident. He walked confidently toward the elevator, drawing Minho with his gaze. In the cramped, mirror-lined room, they found themselves alone, intently studying their shared reflection. So different, yet so similar.
The younger man pressed the appropriate button, and they descended to the very bottom. As Hyunjin had suspected, the pool wasn't crowded. They bought swim trunks at a small shop next to the spa section. Xs and L... the disproportion in their hips was so obvious...
They took the towels handed to them by the staff and entered the subtly lit pool.

A few people hanging out there glanced at the odd pair and ostentatiously left the room. Minho saw them examining the young man's arms. Hyunjin covered them with a towel.

Once they were alone, he decided to explore the body again. Minho swallowed hard. He'd seen him naked before, had fucked him relentlessly like a madman.
And now he admired him as he sank into the smooth surface of the water and closed his eyes in pleasure. Hyunjin must have enjoyed swimming, because he dove in immediately and a moment later reappeared at the other end of the pool. Lee stood at the edge and admired the boy, ecstatic as a child.
He entered the cool water with some caution; he definitely didn't share his love for the sport. Until recently, he hadn't even known how to swim; he'd recently signed up for lessons on the recommendation of a cardiologist.
When he'd fully submerged himself and shuddered like a purebred cat, he felt a wet body behind him. Hyunjin swam toward him in complete silence, surprising him with his sudden presence. Minho suddenly turned around and froze. They'd already fucked several times, but this moment felt incredibly intimate. There was nowhere to look away, only water and those cold spot lights.

The tiny droplets on Hwang's face looked like diamonds glued to his skin. Hyung watched and admired. His almond eyes smiled warmly. They were sober, just like his own. Perhaps that was why they felt so awkward around each other now. The truth and sincerity of their feelings were incredibly painful. Hyunjin's lips, the most beautiful in the world, quivered slightly, approaching the protruding upper lip of the man opposite.

He was never overly bold, unless it involved dancing, his greatest passion. About Minho. He touched the older man gently and waited for a reaction.

A body in water doesn't weigh much; Minho almost uprooted the boy just trying to lift him and wrap him around his waist. They slowly broke through the barrier of their own shame, aware, of course, that they were in a public space and that someone could discover them at any moment. The feeling seemed to stimulate him as much as a drug, because Minho was surprised to find his swimming trunks getting a little tight.

Following through, he returned the sticky kiss, pressing his eager hips against the body comfortably suspended above him. They weren't far from the wall; the journey took only seconds when Hyunjin's back hit the tiles. Whether from pain or pleasure, he gasped softly into the mouth that was fucking him with its warm tongue, causing Minho to stir again in his groin.

A large hand rested on the bulge of material, massaging it lovingly.

Hwang was already looking with brazen, honest eyes, sober for the first time and out of desire, not compulsion.

"Take me here and now..." Minho almost bit his teeth on the lip he was licking. His brain had long ago fallen between his legs, devoid of any stimuli from the outside world. There was only him, Hyunjin, and the fucking pool reeking of chlorine. Without thinking, he pulled down his own swimming trunks just enough to free his swollen member. He'd never fucked in water before, and he was constantly thinking about not to hurting his dancer. They had no lubrication... not even a condom.

Chan's words still rang in his ears: "Almost the whole city had him by now."

 

Lee really just wanted to go swimming, diffuse the awkward situation, and please the boy. He didn't think things would go the same way again. He wanted to, and he was afraid. He was a naive, damn idiot.

Hyunjin saw that moment of doubt. He understood. He swallowed back invisible tears and pressed his lips together even more fervently. What was he hoping for?

They heard loud laughter and the sound of bare feet running at a frantic pace. A pair of teenagers suddenly stopped, staring at them curiously. The young couple must have come for a similar reason, because they only smiled shyly at the sight of the situation in the water.

Minho silently thanked the sky. For the first time, he was glad someone had dared to interrupt him.

Chapter 23: Dinner for breakfast

The atmosphere dissipated spontaneously as they exited the pool, letting the horny kids into the water. Their optimism quickly infected them, and he led them back to their room. Minho, on the verge of hunger, pounced on the exquisite menu lying next to the phone.

"Want a salad?" he remembered the younger man's words about his favorite dish. Indeed, there was a fruit and shrimp salad. The doctor would surely appreciate that choice. Hyunjin nodded and stepped closer.
"Let me order..." and took the phone from him. After a moment, he passed on the drink request to the staff. "Do they want to know what wine to go with this?"
"Wine?" Minho felt a longing for a spirit. Salad and wine... the perfect combination. "Take what you like... I'll have water, please."

Hyunjin ordered two bottles of fizzy drink and hung up. They found themselves in an awkward situation again. No stimulants, no witnesses who could unwittingly lighten the mood.

Completely different from when he came here to work...

***

Chan was delighted with the sale of Hyunjin's sex tape. As he suspected, underage boys amateurs beckoned him with inquiries about the possibility of meeting this innocent creature. The CEO constantly emphasized that the film's star was an amateur and a complete virgin.

Hwang had never been interested in sex; he was truly focused solely on dancing. He had no idea how beautiful he was. He didn't care about his diet or skin, didn't shave his armpits like the other interns, and yet he was the most beautiful of them all. Chan tried hard to awaken in him the need for self-care. He encouraged him to get facials and other beauty treatments. He was willing to pay for anything to bring out even more charm and sex appeal. But he never wanted to, and when he learned of his enormous debt to the company, he ordered Bang to put everything toward his arrears.

However, when a group of the boy's devoted admirers began to increasingly insist on meeting him, his boss arranged for him to receive every beauty treatment the modern world had to offer.

Changbin took the embarrassed boy to an exclusive beauty salon, where he was meticulously cared for for several hours. His long hair was cut to a respectable length, his bitten nails filed and coated with clear nail polish. Face masks and full-body waxing were given. Hyunjin felt uncomfortable there, exposed to the kind staff who slowly transformed him into a lipsticked doll. He even received subtle makeup that accentuated exactly where he should be: baby cheeks and beautiful, plump lips.

The most humiliating part, however, was the waxing. While his legs and armpits survived relatively painlessly, when they ordered him to remove his underwear and stick out his butt, he was terrified. He tried to run away. Binnie was summoned and spent a long time trying to convince him that the salon had received such instructions from the boss and that he had to undergo this unpleasant procedure.

Changbin himself didn't understand why the young man was suddenly being dressed up like that, but there was clearly an unhealthy excitement in the company lately.

Chan knew full well that his most prized possession would make him a fortune, but he hadn't expected such interest. The clients, horny beyond reason, offered him truly astronomical sums for their first time with Hyunjin. Everyone loved him; he was so fresh and original.
His boss, without hesitation, arranged several meetings to further entice his clients to open their wallets. Hwang was to keep company with ten of the wealthiest gentlemen interested in his charms. The one who ultimately offered the highest amount would have the pleasure of having his virginity taken.

All the meetings were to take place at a hotel well-known to the boy, with a terrace, a huge swimming pool, and an amazing restaurant.
Bang didn't tell him upfront what the dinners he'd arranged for him to be. The clients themselves wanted something natural and spontaneous.
When the boy was first brought to the hotel restaurant, an elegantly dressed older man was already waiting for him. Foolish Hyunjin still naively believed these meetings were related to his dancing career.
Binnie escorted him to his table and arranged a time with the man to pick him up.
They ordered appetizers and light alcohol, which the young man was quite surprised to see. The older man turned out to be very nice, complimenting everyone and charming them. Unfortunately, he didn't mention the most important topic: dancing. Hyunjin felt more and more awkward with each passing moment. He wasn't sure where this was all going.
He was dressed rather casually, like a student. His short hair and school uniform made him look very young indeed.
By the time he finished dessert, Hwang was already feeling unwell; the wine was pounding in his head, and the hand of the man sitting across from him was dangerously close to his thigh.

At exactly 11:00 PM, Changbin entered the hotel restaurant, apologizing to the guest and taking the frightened Hyunjin with him.
The boy was shaken and very anxious. Bang had mentioned that he had nerve problems and could be strange, apparently he drank. So young, and he'd already started. Binnie felt sorry for the youngster, but when he started this job, he knew exactly what he was signing up for. Showbiz had its own rules.

"Get me out of here! I don't want to go to the boss, get me out..." Hyunjin was in a really bad shape. He walked very quickly towards the car and chatted like crazy, but he fell silent as soon as he opened the car door. Jisung was waiting for him inside.

"What's up? How was it?" The boss's assistant didn't evoke any positive feelings in him. He was insensitive and very formal.
Hyunjin didn't say a word. He secretly hoped he'd be able to complain to his new driver. Changbin seemed to have human instincts. But Han's presence thwarted his plans. "We'll go to the office for a moment, and then you can go home. The boss wants to talk to you urgently." Of course he wanted to talk, and Hwang himself had something to add. Initial fear turned to fury.

Bang waited for his mascot with a flushed face. The client he had recently met was delighted. Hyunjin had made a huge impression on him, so the proposed amount was also impressive.

"Hyunjin! Good job! The client is enchanted by you!" As soon as they entered the office, the boss greeted them with a near-standing ovation. This confused the young man, who had already forgotten what he had to say.

"I won't go back there again!" After a moment, however, he remembered the grievances he wanted to raise. The alcohol still gave him courage; that was the only upside to this sour drink.

The smile in Chan's eyes slowly faded. He bit the outside of his cheek, trying to hold back an impending outburst of anger.

"You have nine more meetings. No arguments. If you like it, this will be your last job here. You'll be free to get the hell out of here." His gaze was cold and piercing. The stakes were too high to lose this boy now. "From now on, you'll live with Jisung, who will keep an eye on you. You'll occupy an apartment at the bottom of the office building."

Hyunjin opened his mouth to protest; he didn't agree to this kind of treatment.

"Your parents haven't seen the tape... let's keep it that way..." Chan was ruthless. Business had always been his priority.

The younger man just lowered his head. He hadn't seen the compromising footage himself, but he remembered some of what he'd done there. His parents would never forgive him for that.
Jisung tugged on his arm and led him resignedly to the elevator. The common room was large and equipped with every possible comfort.

Only Han knew the door code.

"Go to sleep already." Jisung was no friend. He was utterly devoted to the CEO.

Hyunjin shed his humiliating clothes and collapsed onto the comfortable bed.

The next meetings were the same. Dinner... sweet words and earnest glances. This time, Jisung was in charge of the arrangements. He even sat in the hotel lobby to make sure Hyunjin didn't run away.

Each new client raised the dizzying bid. Chan rubbed his hands with pleasure, already seeing the money in his account.
The auction was won by an extremely wealthy man. A businessman of Korean descent, a wealthy art enthusiast.
He likely saw something in Hwang that made him bid the highest.
26-year-old Kim Seungmin transferred $250,000 for a night with Hyunjin.

Chapter 24: Mr. Kim

From their second meeting, Jisung had been numbing Hyunjin before leaving. Chan couldn't afford any failure. Hwang reacted to GHB in a textbook way, needing little, becoming more pleasant and indifferent to aggressive advances.

As soon as the substantial sum was deposited into the CEO's account, a date was set for the deal to be finalized.
Kim booked a top-of-the-line hotel room with a personal chef and room service. He didn't want to be distracted by other guests; the boy was already incredibly tense during their first dinner.
His good looks and modesty truly shocked the art connoisseur's sensitive nature.

Since morning, Hyunjin had felt a steadily growing weight in his stomach. Chan had told him exactly what he would be doing with the man who had won him over like a plastic flower at a village fair. Even though he'd already had his share of anesthesia in his morning coffee, he reacted very badly to all the information. So badly, in fact, that Chan slapped him for the first time.

Unable to control the boy's inner turmoil, he landed a hard slap in the face. Makeup would cover it all anyway.

Jisung sat him back down on the soft sofa and held him by the shoulders so he could fully concentrate on what his boss was saying.
"The meeting, as always, will be at your favorite hotel. Mr. Kin has reserved the most beautiful room for you. Right at the top, with a panoramic window. You told him you like to look at the city from above. You'll have dinner in your room."

You're lucky, because of everyone involved, he was the youngest.

I have precise instructions on what you should wear and how you should behave around him.

I don't know what he'll do with you later, but someone from him will come to prepare you.

Waxing and other matters...

"No..." Hyunjin whispered to himself... what he had just heard did not portend anything good. These were serious arrangements; Chan was clearly sells his body...

"They'll give you an enema... do you know what that means?" Chan had to tell him; Hyunjin was so inexperienced he needed to be made aware. Bang's lack of response forced him to continue his speech. "He'll fuck you, Hyunjin. He promised me he'd prepare you well; he knows you've never done this before. But he'll stick his dick up your ass." Hwang's face lost all color. His ears were blocked by the sudden pressure building up. He felt Jisung shake him gently. "Hyunjin! You have to! He paid for your company, he paid off your debt. This is one meeting and it's over.

 

He'll be free.

 

He'll go home.

 

He'll be begging on his knees for an internship at Minho's school.

 

Even if it only meant cleaning there, he wanted to be close to this man, his greatest inspiration.

Jisung led him to their shared room. The clothes were already laid out, and someone from Mr. Kim's entourage was due shortly.
Hyunjin was devastated by his fate today. He would never have agreed to this if anyone had asked his opinion.
Seungmin was kind, educated, and impeccably mannered. He inspired confidence, but it turned out he was just like the others. He only wanted flesh.

The woman who arrived a moment later was very kind. She had a large cosmetic case with makeup, wax, and an enema kit.
Jisung had to leave the room while she was performing a procedure on a distraught Hyunjin, who kept clenching his butt, preventing the procedure from being performed properly. The tube in his butt was very uncomfortable and embarrassing.

 

"Don't worry, he's very nice. He won't hurt you." The woman had a pleasant, soothing voice; she truly wanted to reassure him.

Lying on his left side in the bathroom, Hyunjin simply swallowed his bitter tears and tried to endure another bowel movement. He was left alone and given instructions on what would happen next.

After a quick bowel movement, he returned with his head down to the room where makeup had already been laid out. His eyes had been highlighted and false eyelashes had been applied. His skin had a whitish glow, his lips a deep crimson. His hair had been slicked back. Hyunjin no longer resembled himself. He looked like a character from a lewd anime.

The clothes the client had prepared for him also deviated from generally accepted standards. Short shorts, a shirt, and a woolen tank top made him look like a sexy student. Knee-high socks and elegant shoes looked great on his smooth, slender legs.

Jisung, asked again, took a step back at the sight of this spectacular transformation. The client definitely had specific preferences. But the effect was amazing.

- Would you like something to drink? You're leaving in an hour. They'll send a driver for you. You'll enter through the back entrance, and someone will be waiting for you. They'll take you to your room. Here are the instructions on how to behave.

- No... maybe water... - Water with another dose of anesthetic. "Jisung? Have you done this before?" It was the first time he'd asked the chipmunk anything. They hadn't been on very good terms with each other until now. He didn't trust him at all.

- Are you asking about anal sex? Yes... what do you want to know?" It wasn't the nicest answer in the world, but it was better than nothing. Hyunjin had no one to ask.

- What's it like? Does it hurt? He felt embarrassed to ask, but his curiosity was stronger. Although he didn't necessarily want to know the answer.

"The first time always hurts. Whether it's in the ass or not. But he promised to prepare you well; he's not an amateur. He knows his stuff. You just need to relax. Think about something else, or someone else. It's just a job. You'll have dinner, you'll suck him off, you'll stick your ass out... it'll all be over in the morning."

"Will you suck him off?"

"Read the guidelines. You have to be nice and polite. You have to eat something light. You can't eat garlic or anything with a strong taste or smell. He wants to kiss you. You have to smile and nod."
"There's mention of ice cream... you don't have to swallow deeply, but you have to kneel and look him in the eye. He wants to fuck you on your back. So he's a visual type. You have to stay in your knee socks and boots... a fetishist... it doesn't look bad... have some wine and go for it. The guy seems alright. You could have done much worse." For an old geezer who can't even get it up. Here, your water. Take the list with you.

Hyunjin, already lost in his interest in the water, sat there, thinking nothing of it. He still had a small hope that the driver might forget him, or that a large truck would run them over on the way to the hotel. He took two sips from his glass and waited for his fate.

The limousine was enormous, and just for him. Inside sat a cooler of champagne, and next to it was a slender glass. And a huge bouquet of flowers. Hyunjin blushed as he realized how well-cared for he was here. The pills were slowly starting to kick in, and his nerves were starting to ease a bit.

As they'd said, he was ushered in through the back entrance and a private elevator.
Entering the enormous room, he felt he wasn't alone. As soon as the door slammed shut, a young man appeared from around the corner, a glass in his hand. Seungmin. His first client. He would take his virtue today. And his self-respect.

Chapter 25: This first time

Hyunjin felt awkward in those ridiculous clothes. But Kim was looking at him with wild eyes. At their first dinner, he hadn't been like that at all; he'd been reserved and very polite. He'd just touched the item he was about to buy with his eyes. Now he didn't have to try to be polite anymore.

He came closer and gently stroked his shiny hair. It was soft and gleamed beautifully in the lamplight. Just as he'd asked. He looked at him closely. Despite the significant age difference, they were a perfect match in height. All skin imperfections were concealed, and his eyes were accentuated as requested.

"Let's sit down," he gestured toward the beautifully set table. "I've already ordered for both of us, I hope you don't mind?"

"No," Hyunjin forced a slight smile onto his face.

He read these instructions all the way to the hotel. He sipped champagne, which, of course, was also laced with magic powder. Chan knew the dosage had to be increased systematically. The body, especially one so young, adapted quickly.
The drugs were regularly administered to Hyunjin in drinks, eagerly brought by Jisung.

The staff knocked discreetly and wheeled in a large cart filled with silver platters. Hyunjin had eaten countless dinners here, but this one was clearly made to order. He was particularly intrigued by the fruit and shrimp salad. He liked such unusual combinations. He was also afraid to eat more; his stomach, irritated by stress, couldn't hold much today.

They ate in total silence, Kim glancing at him occasionally and sipping from his glass. He'd have it soon. Just a whim before flying home. To his wife and kids. A souvenir from the vacation.

"I think we're done?" He wiped his lips with a napkin and looked at the younger man expectantly. Hyunjin, not knowing much about manners, hastily replicated the customer's gesture, smearing his lipstick across his pale face.

"Sorry..." he groaned suddenly as he felt a greasy film on his cheek.

"It doesn't matter, leave it... it's... perfect." Seungmin flinched at the sight of lipstick smeared across that beautiful face. "Come to me."
"Have they started?" Hyunjin got off the chair and swayed slightly. Sitting there, he wasn't aware of how much the alcohol had numb him.
Kim laughed lightly and pulled him closer, sitting him on his lap. Hyunjin didn't smell; as per the customer's preferences, absolutely nothing had been sprayed on him.
His mind calmed itself. Now they would definitely talk and flirt. Hyunjin wasn't an expert, but he was supposed to be nice and polite.

"Did they clean you like I asked?" The question came like a bolt from the blue. Hyunjin was overcome with embarrassment but nodded in response.
"Okay. Take off your clothes. Remember your shoes and knee-high socks."

The young man was shocked, unable to believe that everything would go so quickly. "I have a flight before dawn, unfortunately, I don't have all night for you. But don't worry, a few hours will be enough." Kim surveyed the boy, who was taking his time undressing. His fingers trembled as he tried to unbutton his tight shorts. Underneath, as requested, he wore nothing. Standing completely naked, only in his shoes and knee-high socks, he squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could. Like a child who thinks he can't be seen.

"Come to me, closer." Seungmin pulled him closer, sitting him on his lap again, this time in a completely different position. Hyunjin had to straddle him, which caused an even greater surge of embarrassment. "Don't be afraid, I'm not... hmmm, too big. I won't hurt you, I promise." He placed a finger against his anus and pressed lightly. The young man's eyes immediately widened in fear. They're shoving something up his ass again today. "Really, no one's had you before? I can't believe it. Such a beautiful boy..." Kim moaned in his ear in a soothing whisper.

"No..." Hyunjin knew he had to answer. Rules. He closed his eyes again and sighed heavily. "I... I've always just wanted to dance." He thought that maybe if he returned to the topic of his desires, the man would calm down a bit. He was right.

"You're too beautiful to be a dancer. You should bring people joy in other ways." And he pushed a finger into his tight hole. Hyunjin hissed in surprise and the unpleasant scratch of soft tissue. Seungmin captured his lips with his own, kissing him suddenly and wetly. It wasn't unpleasant, but very unexpected. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. I'll just get some lube. We'll start with the routine... have you read the protocol? Kneel down, please."

Hwang's heart sank. He was gently pushed back and slid to the ground. Kim stood and began undoing the elegant clasp of his pants. His rather modestly sized, fully erect cock flexed before his almond-shaped eyes.

"I don't expect much... open your mouth..." A single tear rolled down his cheek. How much he didn't want to do this... "Hyunjin... I don't want to repeat myself." He was really nice, had a lot of tact. But he'd paid for it and wanted to enjoy the goods. Slightly impatient, he pushed his fingers into his mouth and opened his jaw. Hwang was so terrified that he simply let it happen. He relaxed his muscles and let the unfamiliar organ enter his mouth. Just as the client had assured him, he hadn't gone deep, he hadn't been rough. But the feeling itself was disgusting. To the young man, it had nothing to do with feeling. Kim remained polite, but a subtle irritation could be felt in his movements. He hadn't counted on it.

Hyunjin, who was slowly getting used to the foreign body moving inside him, let his jaw clench. He gaped and lightly clenched his teeth around the pressing cock.

"Fuck!" - Seungmin hissed disapprovingly. Not only was the boy completely unwilling to look him in the eye, but he also bit his dick.

Coming to his senses came in a second.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." The newly formed slut was afraid of his client's reaction. He'd been nice up until now, but he had every right to be pissed off.

"It's okay..." He started licking hishair again. But he still kept his nerves in check. "Focus, open your mouth wider." He pushed his cock all the way down his throat, and Hyunjin felt his eyes fill with tears. Seugmin snorted loudly. Good manners suddenly gave way to wild lust. "You were supposed to look. Hyunjin... look into my eyes!" The boy choked on his cock, trying to push back the increasingly aggressive hips. "Hyunjin! Look at me!" He looked. And then he felt air rush into his mouth again. Kim slowed down. He grabbed the back of his head and began to gently, steadily press against his cock. The sheer number of tears dissolved the glue on one eyelid, causing the false eyelashes to slightly detach. Combined with the smudged lipstick, it created a truly heavenly sight.

"So beautiful..." He slid the strip of lashes down his cheek with his thumb. He could barely stand the sight. He was on the verge of ejaculation. "Enough... lie down, I'll be right back." He stood up and suddenly went to the bathroom. Hyunjin, dazed by such a sudden interruption, sat down on the bed next to the huge panoramic window. The view was breathtaking. Under different circumstances, and with someone else, having sex here must have been a fantastic feeling. What a shame he wouldn't get to experience it.

Seungmin struggled violently over the sink, dialing Bang's number with his other hand. The CEO answered immediately.

"It's bad... He's really being dramatic. What should I give him?" He interrupted the last sentence as he finally ejaculated into the sink.

"Pour the entire blue sachet into his drink. The one I gave you this morning. I'm sorry you were disappointed. I told you to get him high right away."

Bang laughed evilly into the phone. While they were having brunch today, he told the customer how shy his purchaser was.

"Oh stop it... he's perfect... I'd fuck him to death if I could." Kim, who was slowly recovering from his orgasm, lowered his voice into the receiver. "Blue? What's in it?"

"Slacker... fuck... give it to him and don't ask. After fifteen minutes, he'll do anything for you. Have fun!" He hung up the phone. He pulled a small blue bag from his pocket and headed back to the living room. Hyunjin sat politely on the bed, staring out the window. He seemed to have calmed down a bit; he hadn't even noticed when the customer had slipped into the kitchen area. He filled two large glasses with juice. "Enough alcohol already." He poured the contents of the blue bag into the left one, which dissolved in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry... sometimes I can't control myself. Have a drink, we'll talk. Forgive my lack of manners." He handed him the specially prepared drink and sat down next to him. "I know this is difficult for you. But... that's the way of the world." I have money and you have a beautiful body. The more you relax, the easier it will be for us. I won't mind if you think about someone else.

Just let me lead you," Seungmin decided he could handle another fifteen minutes of pointless chatter. Then he wouldn't hold back. Hyunjin, thirsty for a drink after fucking his mouth, drank almost the entire contents of his glass in one go. Kim just smiled to himself.

The next few minutes passed talking about dancing. Hyunjin listened spellbound about Moscow Ballet performances and the crazy Moulin Rouge. Seungmin had traveled the world, could tell interesting, detailed stories, and was definitely capable of engaging the listener.

When the boy's smile brightened and his eyes flashed like disco balls, he pushed him onto his back without resistance and pressed hard. He couldn't wait any longer; he wanted him here and now.
He pushed his lubricated fingers into his ass greedily, not as he'd promised... Chan himself had told him that for that amount, he could do whatever he wanted with him. Hyunjin felt something bad was happening to him, that his body was suffering at that moment. But he felt no pain. He didn't feel his nipples being bitten or his hair being pulled. He didn't feel his ankle being nearly twisted or his ass being practically fisted. He was being fucked without protection and without mercy. Protocol applied only to select individuals.

He lay there like a log, smiling through blurry eyes. If Seungmin didn't mind that he was thinking about someone else...

Chapter 26: Empty

Hyujnin woke up alone. Wrapped in satin sheets, he felt his head shatter into pieces. He was thirsty. He felt nauseous. And his butt hurt terribly. Trying to move his leg to take off those awful patent leather shoes was met with excruciating pain. He fell back onto the pillows. Turning his head, he saw a pack of pills, a bottle of water, and a thick wad of cash on the nightstand. Now he felt like a full-fledged whore. He stretched his arm with difficulty and grabbed the most necessary items. Without hesitation, he swallowed a few pills and washed them down greedily with water.

He closed his heavy eyelids and fell asleep again. The ringing of the phone beside the bed woke him.

"How are you feeling? Mr. Kim was very pleased with you, Hyunjin. He added a generous tip.

He wants to meet with you again when he's in New York. It's a great opportunity..." Bang was delighted with the customer's reaction. It wasn't often someone wanted to meet their hooker again. Especially when she had already been "violated."

"No! You promised, just once! Once!" Hyunjin hung up and jumped out of bed. He put on those ridiculous clothes, grabbed a wad of cash, and ran out of the room. Everything hurt, but his survival instinct told him to run. Run as fast as he could, as far as he could.

He remembered the route they'd taken him yesterday. He used the private elevator again. The staff didn't react to the frightened boy in his student uniform; they'd seen everything there. Private entrances hid a lot of drama and lies. Silence was more precious than diamonds here.

He easily escaped the building, where a line of yellow taxis was waiting in front of him. He crashed into the first car he saw, causing the driver to be surprised.

- Please take me out of here!

- Where to, kid?

"Where no one will look for me"—such an innocent request carried the newly deflowered Hyunjin to the South Bronx. There, indeed, no one should be following him. The neighborhood was dirty and full of people Hwang had never associated with before. He emerged from the car dazed, wandering the streets crowded with drunks and drug addicts. He was accosted several times with rude slogans. He didn't fit in there. He immediately stood out to anyone who had been a long-time resident of this desperate place.

He didn't care. He felt dirtier than anyone he'd ever met there. He felt a huge emptiness that nothing could fill at that moment. He wanted to disappear once and for all.

He didn't even notice when evening came. He sat down on the sidewalk and waited. He didn't know what for. He stopped thinking.

"And you, sweetie, what are you doing here?" "Finally, someone with a pleasant voice placed a hand on his shoulder and asked with genuine concern. The boy didn't look much older. He had narrow slits for eyes and a wide smile. And the coveted Korean accent.
"I don't know," Hyunjin risked speaking in his native tongue.

"I was wondering, what are you doing here? Are you lost? Need help? Dogs don't come here often, but we can look for them if you want? I'm Jeongin, but IN is okay too."
Hyunjin looked at the first person recently who had shown him kindness and began to cry. He howled like a slaughtered animal in front of this strange boy, completely oblivious to the fact that everyone around him had heard him.
Jeongin didn't necessarily know how to help; he asked out of habit, perhaps even seeing another easygoing customer in this pile of misfortune. But he was different. He grabbed the boy from the sidewalk and led him to the first alleyway he found. The code of the bad neighborhoods clearly stated that you didn't disturb hard-working people, so he was sure no one would join them. Hwang was shaking, partly from crying, partly from the cold. He was lightly dressed, and the night wasn't necessarily warm anymore. He looked absolutely hilarious in his school uniform, with his lipstick still smudged and one pair of eyelashes dangling sadly from his eyelid. The friend he'd just met brushed his slightly smudged face. He wiped his tears with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

"What's your name? How old are you?" IN asked with unconcealed concern.
"Hyunjin... seventeen..." His breathing was becoming calmer, and his words were becoming clearer. Jeongin looked at him closely. The boy was dressed in designer clothes. He had traces of makeup on his face. He was polished to a high shine.

"What are you doing here?"

"I... I... I ran away..." "He was a bit torn up, actually."

"Did someone hurt you?" Jeongin didn't need to ask. Looking at him, he already knew everything. "Do you want to talk to the police? I'm not a fan of them, but... they'll help."

"No... I can't. I don't know what to do. I have nowhere to go. I have no one here... boss..." and he began to break down again. Jeongin really wanted to help his compatriot. On the other hand, he hadn't earned anything today. Time was ticking away, and his body was demanding a recharge.

"Man... I'd love to stay with you, but I'm at work... I have to make money." It was awkward to explain myself like that. But there were important matters, more important ones.

"Oh, sorry... I'm bothering you. Do you have to go to work?"

"I work here." IN gave him a look that explained everything even to stupid Hyunjin.

"Are you?"

"Well... a whore... I give blowjobs for money. Anyway, call me whatever you want..."

"No, no! That's not the point..." and he almost wanted to share his shameful secret, but stopped himself at the last moment. "Are your... rates high? I'll pay to stay with me. I'm afraid of being alone." Jeongin raised his eyebrows in surprise. He'd long heard these legends about clients who don't want to fuck you. They just want your company. But he'd never had one like that before. But this guy seemed truly desperate.

"I'll take 300 bucks a night. If you want, we can spend it at the motel next door. We'll have to add... anyway... 300 is fine—he couldn't possibly rip him off for an extra 15 dollars. If he pays... that's over two nights without having to go door-to-door."

Hyunjin mentally counted the money he found on the table that morning. The rates weren't exorbitant. He could easily buy this guy's company for a month or more. He had nothing to lose. Subconsciously, he seemed to feel he should pay up immediately. He handed him a crumpled 500 dollar bill, leaving him completely stunned.

The motel was awful. Compared to the place he'd escaped from, it resembled a rat hole. IN, on the other hand, seemed happy to have a roof over his head. It was indeed warm. But despite the shelter, Jeongin began to shiver.

"I just need to make a call..." He pulled out an old-fashioned phone, without a touchscreen or camera.
The conversation didn't last long; Hyunjin only had time to use the restroom. It was as awful as the entire room. "A friend will be over for a moment, I need to pick something up from him." The boy took off his thick sweatshirt and began picking at his hands, peeling off the small scabs that covered them. Hwang watched with considerable disgust.

After a dozen or so minutes, the angel of death appeared in the room. With long blond hair, his lips carved into a perfect heart shape. Dressed in white, he looked like the savior of the world. Felix glanced at the stranger and smiled broadly, revealing snow-white teeth. He handed Jeongin a large handbag. He was about to leave, but just before he reached the doorknob, he turned around again.

"Does your friend have a problem?" He looks sad...

Hyunjin nodded, hoping for a kind word or some wise advice.
Felix approached him silently and kissed him cheekily on the lips. Hyunjin truly tasted despair.

 

"Lie down, darling..." His voice was low, hypnotizing. You had to do as he said. The bed was old and creaked when Hwang rested his shoulder blades on it. "Don't be afraid... it'll be alright soon." That voice brought peace and deceived the senses. The blond's warm hand gently pulled up his shirt sleeve, searching for a vein. He tapped the bulge a few times and pressed the syringe, which suddenly appeared in his hand out of nowhere.

Hyunjin felt only a slight sting and the cold, sticky liquid seeping into his body. And then everything was alright. His worries melted away, the room was warm and cozy.

"Play, children." Felix left, smiling at Jeongin, who was in the process of inserting a needle into his own vein.

Chapter 27: I was dreaming about you…

Hyunjin had returned from his traumatic memories. It had been so long ago. In another world, in another reality.

Now his greatest dream was coming true. In the most wonderful place he had ever known, with the most beautiful person, the only one he had ever longed for, the only one he had ever thought about.
Minho let the staff in, who laid out delicious salads before them. And two carafes of water. Clear and untainted.
Lee lacked the manners of a higher class, but he possessed a warmth and humanity. He was weak, like anyone in the grip of addiction; his hands were already shaking slightly, his eyes searching for a focus. They found it in Hyunjin, who felt the same way. Hunger struck them at the same moment. They ate in silence, sipping the life-giving liquid, celebrating this rare moment of minds untainted by any filth. It was awkward and strange.
When they finished eating, things became even more uneasy. You could no longer pretend to be focused on anything else. It was just them.

"I've dreamed of meeting you." Hyunjin knew a miracle had happened. They met despite the odds. He had to say something; he'd already broken through it the day he arrived at the audition.

"Why?" Minho hadn't expected the confession. He'd struggled to explain his fascination with the boy to himself. It was neither wise nor good.

"I just... I've admired you... for as long as I can remember, ever since I started taking an interest in dance. Chan has always held you up as a role model. I know all your original choreographies." Hwang slid his fork across his empty plate, squeaking irritatingly. He didn't look at his interlocutor.
Minho knew he should respond, say thank you. He just listened, his ears growing redder and redder. He'd never been good at accepting compliments. He always felt he could have tried harder, practiced longer, worked harder.

He demanded so much of himself, getting little in return. When he was in the group, he was always asked to prepare or improve choreography. He was the one who always stayed up late, and when he couldn't sleep, he shopped for the entire dorm. He desperately tried to compensate for his unpleasant personality with small gestures that, unfortunately, never went unnoticed. Everyone except him was in the group solely for the money. For the fame and the ardent fans who did absolutely anything for them.

Minho tried...

To be like the rest...
But a career had always been more than that for him. It was life. The squeak of shoes after another hour of practice, the fogged-up mirrors, the rumbling in his stomach, and the procrastination of going to the bathroom just to finish the routine.

And suddenly...

He meets a man so much like himself, perfect in every way. The boy's beauty was stunning, his personality so close to his own.

- I... - Minho was a terrible speaker. He rarely spoke sober. And talking about feelings? It was terrifying.

- I dreamed of you... for so long... Chan promised you'd come... - He was supposed to come, it's true. He promised. But the heart attack and long recovery ruined those plans. Chan was furious then. Business was going poorly. He saw Minho as his last hope. And that bastard had let him down so badly.

Fortunately, Hyunjin had opened the door to a new business, saving the company with his own ass.

- I... - Fuck... it was so hard for him to speak. He craved a drink now like never before. Sober, it was unbearable.

- Why were you looking for me?

He waited so long for an answer. With each passing second, he lost the last shreds of hope. Was the feeling he'd experienced just a drug-induced projection?
Minho remained silent, trying to form any sentence longer than "I."
The silence was so loud you could hear the cement in the walls migrating...

"I want you to be my first..." Lee thought he'd misheard. Apparently, half the city had him already. He'd already fucked him three times. How...

he understood.

Sober.

He swallowed dryly. This first time wouldn't be a debut, only for Hyunjin. He couldn't remember if he'd ever done it without anesthesia.
Without a protective cloak, emotions remained on the blatant surface, everyone visible and everyone could see. They sat opposite each other, gauging each other's reactions. Each wanted to be the first to move, but fear paralyzed their eager bodies.

"I don't..." Minho still had an unpleasant affliction, which he didn't want to remedy with Felix's remedy this time.

Hyunjin was the first to get up from the chair. He knew the older man was terribly ashamed of it, but he had a feeling he'd be able to handle it.

Jeongin had once told him he'd earn more if he gave his clients the false impression he wanted them. The tips were bigger and the treatment was nicer. But he couldn't. A fake smile was all they could hope for. Ever since he sold himself to Kim, he'd been unable to look anyone honestly in the eye. To love. To experience... ever...
Every sex he had was sex on drugs. When his mind was off, he drifted around unrealistic dreams. About him.

Minho rested his sweaty hands on his muscular thighs. He was still sitting in the chair, over his now-empty plate from a healthy meal. The slender figure approached and fell to his knees, needing no invitation. Hyunjin knew what to do; this scenario was forever etched in his mind. What that first, perfect time should be like. With him.
He yanked his massive legs out of his pants, tugging them passionately along with his underwear and socks. Hyung was beautiful. He had dark hair on his legs, and his honey-colored skin barely managed to hug his muscles. His soft penis was completely out of place on his strong body. Lee's eyes were closed. Humiliation was pressing his eyelids together.

The cock fit in a large hand, which embraced it affectionately. The other joined the small hand on his thigh. Their fingers intertwined in the naive embrace of teens in a sitcom. Hwang brought his fluffy lips closer and kissed the sad head with affection. Minho only sighed.

His lips were soft and unnaturally warm. As he swallowed the cock with gusto, Minho shuddered involuntarily. He opened his eyes. He encountered two roasted, lust-filled almonds. Encased in a sweet, sticky caramel shell. Hyunjin looked on defiantly, pulling passionately at his cock. He lightly kneaded his testicles, massaging them tenderly. The heaviness in his lower abdomen slowly spread through his body.

Hyunjin tried hard. He knew Minho wasn't his first hated client, but someone completely unique. However, he stuck to the script he'd desperately memorized long ago. He wanted it to be unusual. Not fast, not sloppy.

He worked his tongue skillfully, never breaking eye contact with Hyung, who likely couldn't believe it was possible to feel so much. Minho allowed himself to be licked clean, and over time, he himself began to fuck the younger man's mouth with his increasingly hardened cock. Hyunjin's eyes had incredible power, waking the sleeping like a kiss in a children's story.

Delighted by his abilities, the boy undressed and knelt on the bed. Outside the window, the city was ablaze, people lived, died... and he was fulfilling his dream.
He peered over his exposed butt, but even so, he knew he was coming. Awkward and unsure, Minho shuffled to their shared den and knelt down behind him. Hyunjin handed him a tube of lubricant. Slick fingers quickly slipped into the eager core.
Hwang felt that strong body behind him, giving him a sense of infinite security. The other small hand flawlessly found a hard nipple, pressing it lightly. Trapped in this trap, Hyunjin could only whimper for more. He was already in a begging position.

Despite his apparent strength, Lee felt uneasy. He tried his best, but the feeling of doing everything sober constantly unsettled him.

He was clumsy in his movements, as if he was touching a man for the first time in his life.

"Now... please..." the words shattered the relatively stable atmosphere. Hyunjin went crazy from the overstimulation, the view from the window, and the awareness of whose hips were pressing against his ass.
Hyung’s cock was still hard and ready, wet with his own pre-cum.
Minho hesitated... he wanted him so much, and he didn't want to disappoint him even more.
Still unsure, he grabbed his cock and began stroking the entrance to the younger man's ass. Hyunjin curled up against the clean skin against him.
He couldn't hold it in any longer and slowly pushed it in, hugging his boy close. Skin to skin, soul to soul.

The fact that he hadn't used the condom on the bed prevented Hyunjin from feeling like the slut everyone protected themselves from with latex armor. It touched him and reassured him that this relationship was unlike any other they'd ever had. Minho pressed forward cautiously, not wanting to spoil their first time with excessive roughness. He rested his sweaty forehead against that thin, bony back, now the most wonderful pillow.

The level of madness wasn't overwhelming. Warm, vanilla sex, without any frills or wild fantasies. So new to these two.

Weird...

But wonderful in its own way...

Chapter 28: Contract

Chan wasn't surprised when Minho showed up promptly on Monday morning. As usual, he barged into his office without any explanation. Hyunjin slowly stumbled in behind him, clinging to his broad back.

"Are you together?" He raised his eyebrows, but he knew perfectly well they would arrive like this. Changbin had been lurking outside the hotel since dawn like a good female dog.

They looked like a couple in love, never straying more than two feet from each other. Minho clearly led the way, giving the young man protection from the CEO's prying eyes.

"Have you prepared the paperwork yet?" Lee dismissed him immediately with a questioning look. Only now did Chan notice he didn't look well. Hyunjin didn't either.

Either they hadn't slept well... or they'd come here hungover. Interesting...

"Yes... yours and Hyun... sorry, Mr. Hwang. How are you, Ginny?" He had a way of devastating someone with a look, and he was stirring up very negative feelings in his former employee. Hyunjin was afraid of him.

"Excellent..." Minho began reading the Korean versions of the contracts. "Two music videos? It was supposed to be one..." he wondered at the next bullet point.

"The sponsor insisted... I thought we'd use both choreographies you sent me..."

"We can, but..."

"Mr. Hwang can participate in both... I see you've already decided. Despite the warning." His gaze focused on Hyunjin, who cowered under his pressure.

Since morning, he had been trying hard to convince Minho to cut him out of the business. His sober mind was terrified of returning to the walls that had brought him such a miserable fate. Lee was adamant. He wanted to pull the boy out of this swamp of despair, give him a chance to earn money and start over. He also saw this rebirth as a chance for himself. With Hyunjin, he slowly forgot his desire to reach for alcohol. The young man also bravely endured the first day without anything. But he knew how much he was suffering. He was shaking as he signed the papers, his eyes spinning like tiny tops. It was hard to look at him.

"Where's your phone? I've been calling you for two days. Apparently you're drinking again?" Chan wasn't about to end this meeting on a positive note.

"I lost it... don't worry, I'll get a new one. I'll give you my number tomorrow."

"Changbin will help you. He'll give me my number right away. I can't lose touch with you. You're the most important person here right now... and the second thing? You promised..."

"Don't worry. I won't drink a drop. You have my word. We'll finish everything on time. Right on time."

"Okay then... I'm counting on you. I hope you're both equally committed. Work too... Ginny? Ready to get back on the dance floor?"

"It's ready. I'll take care of it..."

"I have no doubt about it, Minho," he smiled wickedly. "First rehearsal in three hours. Changbin's waiting downstairs. Go and buy that damn phone."

They emerged shaken.
As Chan had said, Changbin was waiting downstairs, next to a luxury car. Hwang wasn't as brave as before and only bowed low to him. Changbin had never done anything wrong to him, he only followed orders. He didn't know about his boss's underground dealings. He wasn't as devoted to the company as Jisung. Fucking Jisung...

They went downtown to get a phone for Minho and some medication from the pharmacy. Hyunjin knew roughly what Felix used to help him ease his drug cravings. Methadone worked wonders. It took his mind off drugs and gave him a false sense of freedom.
Every now and then, he and Jeongin would go to rehab. Each always kept an eye on the other so they didn't cross the final limits of their addiction. Felix helped them too; he knew they'd return sooner or later.
And they always came back...

After a massive shopping spree at the pharmacy, Minho suggested a visit to the nearest chain store to buy the young man some loose clothes for training. He couldn't dance in those tight pants. Hyunin protested. He didn't want to incur another debt. Minho didn't give up and, in broken English, ordered several sets of sweatpants and T-shirts at the counter.

 

On his way out, he asked what shoe size she wore and that if she didn't tell him, he'd buy a pair from size 42 to size 46. Hyunjin relented. He went into a sports store with his hyung and chose the perfect pair...
It had been so long since he'd had anything new...

Back in the studio, he changed and felt the same way he had felt back then. When his career was just starting. When he was full of hope that everything would go well.

It went well...

The music video turned out great.
Hyunjin, under Minho's guidance, reached the peak of his talent, and in two weeks they recorded a dance masterpiece. All that remained was professional editing.
As Minho had predicted, by supporting each other, they achieved much more than they would have done on their own. Hyunjin still had to take methadone, but he was getting better day by day. At night, he still sometimes threw up or shivered from the cold, but Minho, who was always by his side, supported him with a strong arm.

They had a structured daily routine.

Breakfast
Workout
Lunch
Workout
Dinner
Sleep/Sex

They slept long hours, regenerating their damaged bodies. Even sex wasn't as important back then. After all, dancing was the most important thing for both of them...

Chapter 29: A sponsor

After such successful recordings, Hyunjin was starting to look to the future with a bit more optimism than before. Minho promised to help him get to Korea, provide him with a place to stay, and organize a support group they could attend together. Working through their mistakes together seemed like a good move. Apparently, it's easier that way. And together... the vision was truly enticing.

They slowly prepared for their second music video, practicing choreography not only in the studio but also at the hotel. They had a break of over a week, during which Minho recruited a few more dancers, refined the set, and improved the original concept.

They moved back to the hotel paid for by Chan, who initially turned up his nose. But then, unexpectedly, he agreed, adding Hwang to his registration. His insurance was paid again, a health card was issued, and his medication was adjusted. Psychological help was offered. Everything.

Their bodies slowly regenerated, the feeling grew. And it was good. Their best week. Together.

Filming began on a grand scale. Green screen was frequently used, which would later be used for CGI. Minho was delighted with the dancers; they all tried so hard. But one had always stood out. Hyunjin blossomed. Even his sometimes-limping ankle couldn't deny him the title of best of the best. He moved perfectly, with the grace of a colorful bird of paradise. He was magnificent.

He truly lived for dance.

Chan shook hands with his sponsor, who had long been announcing his visit. He was eager to see the progress of the new project. And to welcome back an old friend...

Kim was ushered into the rehearsal room by the president himself. He entered as usual, head held high. His gaze immediately sought out the thin dancer, sweating profusely. Hyunjin didn't notice the special guest at first. He was focused on his solo, which Minho had assigned him at the last minute. The entire group was waiting for him to finish filming the final seconds of the video. The task was almost complete.
Minho, attentive as ever, glanced at the characters who dared interrupt their work.
Chan beckoned him over with a nod.

"Lee Minho, our wizard choreographer. He even brought Hyunjin... I told you, magic."

Minho sensed a hint of deception in that sentence; Chan was too happy to introduce them. But he knew the rules and shook the elegant guest's large hand. The third ant in their tight jar...

They heard a crash. Everyone suddenly turned towards the sound of a falling body. Hyunjin lay on the floor, staring with terrified eyes at Seungmin. At Minho, who was clutching the hand of the man who had ruined his life.

"Hello, Ginny," Kim said, brazenly, approaching the boy at a rapid pace. Lee intervened just in time, pulling the man by the shoulder. Hyunjin, like a hunted animal, backed away towards the nearest wall. He was on the verge of breaking down. He wanted to cry and scream, but no sound escaped his lips.

With the last of his strength, aided by a good-natured rush of adrenaline, he rose to his feet and, with superhuman strength, pushed through the crowd, escaping the room. Out of the building.

Minho tried to run after him. Chan stopped him with a large, disgusting paw.

"You have obligations here..." he growled in his ear.

"I have to..."

"Think about it..."

Minho wasn't listening... he ran after the boy onto the crowded sidewalk. He couldn't see his lover anywhere, there were so many people there. He panicked. Every loud stop, scream, loud laugh terrified him more and more. He was afraid for Hyunjin.

He caught himself in a trembling heart that couldn't take the strain. He fell to his knees, gasping for life-giving oxygen. He lost control again... with his last ounce of strength, he stuffed the pill into his mouth.

He saw Changbin running up to him and shouting something.

He woke up fifteen minutes later...

"You're an idiot, I told you, leave him alone!" Chan didn't hold back when Minho returned to his office. Next to the CEO was the pompous asshole whose appearance had ruined everything. Who was he?

Changbin looked at the CEO and the mysterious man, who was smiling unpleasantly.

"Why did he run away?"

- Because he's a junkie... he's not normal... I wonder where he is now... he'll pay a hefty fine if he doesn't finish filming...

- Chan, you're not serious... the clip is ready... there are a few seconds left...

"Our sponsor cares about those seconds... Minho, these things aren't cheap... once again, you promise and you don't keep your promise. The deadline is tomorrow..." Minho knew what he was talking about. He'd had this strange feeling for a long time that Bang still held a grudge against him for his heart attack. He knew he'd had a hard time doing well back then. But he couldn't, he'd barely beaten death.

But for Chan, business was paramount.

"I'll find him..."

The CEO just smiled mockingly... Hyunjin knew how to hide. He remembered how he'd disappeared after his first meeting with the client. And after the second...

They'd been looking for him for over a week...

"Look... or else you'll pay dearly too..." He watched him go to the door. Minho turned suddenly... "For missing the deadline. It's in the contract."

"Nothing like that!" Lee spun on his heel and suddenly shouted...

- Oh... only in the English version... maybe I forgot to add in your translation... 500,000, honey...

Son of a bitch... that's the exact same amount he lost back then... vindictive prick...
Minho gritted his teeth and left.

He stood on the sidewalk and raised his hand, hailing a taxi...
He gave the driver the address without a problem. He silently prayed that Hyunjin wouldn't get there before him. But the boy had money...
Enough to pay for the ride. And for comfort.

When he reached the street he knew well, they were just getting ready to welcome the night. It was empty and relatively safe. It wouldn't be hard to find Hyunjin now, dressed in light sports clothes. He didn't look like a hooker or a drug addict anymore. Minho consoled himself with that fact. He would find him...

After a few hours, however, he began to doubt himself... he wasn't even sure he was really there anymore... Chan kept calling, irritating him more and more.
Lee was slowly losing hope, feeling bad that he'd misjudged his lover so badly. Maybe he should look for Hyunjin at the hotel? Maybe he hadn't come here to numb himself? Maybe he was strong enough now?
Without thinking, he left this hopeless district and hailed a taxi again.

He had a good feeling... downstairs in the hall, Hyunjin was sitting on a leather sofa. His head was bowed between his knees, which he wrapped his long arms around. Poor kid, he must have waited a long time here. But he had a card; he should have gone upstairs.
The receptionist, as soon as she spotted Lee, ran over, very agitated. She spoke quickly and chaotically. He couldn't understand a word. Resigned, wanting to get to the boy as quickly as possible, he handed her the phone with the translator. Hyunjin arrived here recently, without papers or a room key. Apparently, he was shouting and causing a disturbance. He was known here, but without a key card and documents, they couldn't just let him in. Lee's return made them very happy.

Minho breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing terrible had happened. However, he changed his mind when he finally approached Hwang, who looked up at him with pitiful eyes. His huge pupils and empty gaze gave no illusions...

"Come upstairs... Hyunjin..." Minho almost cried as he lugged him to the elevator. Hyunjin barely made eye contact; he had recognized his lover, but his eyes were still empty.

Laying the boy down on the bed, he flinched as he saw him scratch his hands bloody again. He had clearly taken a lot. He didn't respond to words or gestures...

"What have you done, Hyunjin..."

Chapter 30: Rehab

"Hyunjin! Get up!" Minho tugged at the hem of his shirt, which after a while had split at the seams. He couldn't get up. His beloved was struggling to communicate with his surroundings; he was pale and shaking. Lee had never seen him like this before. His heart ached as he stared at the fragments of a man lying on the bed with him. He couldn't understand why Hwang had done this. "Honey... get up..." He no longer knew how to talk to him, how to reach him. Hyunjin was a prisoner of his own mind at that moment.

Honey... he heard it and was glad for the words. He recognized the voice of his beloved Hyung, who spoke to him so gently.
With the last of his strength, he pushed himself up onto his elbows. He met dark eyes staring at him with concern. Minho asked silently. He waited for answers...

"That was my first client..." Hyunjin decided to tell his sad story. Minho wasn't sure he wanted to listen to her, but then again, he'd known what the younger one was up to. From the very beginning... and if he finally wanted to get it out...

Sensing this wasn't going to be a short story, he lay down next to Hyunjin and hugged him tightly. He didn't want to look him in the eye, didn't want to see the pain.

Hwang told him everything. About his debt and the recordings he'd been tricked into making. Minho listened with a flushed cheek. His anger at Bang grew with each new confession.

- When I met Jeongin, we stayed in a motel for a week. You know the one... Felix brought us drugs, which I paid for. We took everything as we went. He mixed cocktails that made me feel like I was in heaven. Even thoughts of Seungmin stopped bothering me. It was a good time.” Hwang talked about how he made a living. About quickies at the gate with random customers. He didn't know any other way to get money. I felt so sorry for him... The idea of becoming the cheapest hooker terrified me. After a week, I returned to the CEO's with my tail between my legs. Chan then sent me to my first rehab. You know... to a luxury resort with flowers in the hallways... it helped.

I went back to the company, trying to make a living off ads and magazine shoots. I wanted to save up a little more and go back to Korea. I wanted... I dreamed of getting into your school...
And then Kim was supposed to fly back to the States. He wanted to meet me again. I heard them talking about getting me high again and bringing me back. That's when I started missing my appointments. I often went to Felix's back then. I had no idea when they were planning the meeting. But when Jisung moved in with me again, I knew the deadline was approaching. But they surprised me. This time, there was no makeup artist or fancy dinner. He came to the company. Jisung simply left the room and let him in..." Hyunjin fell silent at that moment. It was difficult. Minho felt his body twitch erratically beneath him. But now he had to hear the whole story. He was sure he was going to kill Bang and that aristocratic sly guy.

"What did he do to you?"

"He raped me. Sober. They gave me absolutely nothing to numb me. He wasn't gentle anymore. He had a hell of a lot of strength. And I fought really hard. I even punched a hole in the plywood wall when I tried to push him away... but I couldn't. He didn't mind that I didn't want to. I screamed loudly, but he stuffed my mouth with socks. Then he tied me up. And he fucked me several times. This time he stayed until morning. He didn't have a flight home. And Jisung just let him go in the morning and took me to the shower. I ran away to Jeongin again. I still had money, but he didn't want it anymore. We were sitting in a motel again, taking drugs. But I was taking a lot more than he was. Even Felix got scared then. He wouldn't give me any more... they found Changbin's number in my phone. And he came to pick me up then. That's why he knows the area so well. I ended up in rehab again, but it was so cheap. Full of people who were there out of necessity.

The staff wasn't at all welcoming when we were rude... they tied us up with belts, gagged us... there was everything... rapes, beatings... I ran away... I only came back to get my passport and immediately wanted to fly home. But Bang wouldn't let me go. He said I still had unfinished contracts. He never wanted to let me out. I said I'd report him to the police. For everything he'd done to me. I threatened him. "Minho was so proud of him..."

"He blocked my account and sent my parents nude videos..." and that's when I broke down. That's how I ended up in the Bronx forever. Jeongin showed me what to do, how to serve customers, what to wear to make them even remotely attractive. Changbin visited me there... initially, he tried to convince me to come back. He didn't know what happened there. Why I really ran away. He believed what Bang told him. I don't blame him..."
"After all, he was the one who told me you were coming... I should be grateful to him. For you..."

 

Minho closed his eyes. He was glad the boy had finished his story. He couldn't bear another word. He had once hated Bang, now he wanted to tear him to pieces. Because of him, a good boy had fallen into the gutter. He had chosen his own path, but Hyunjin was merely a victim of his vile dealings. Minho knew he would never forgive him for this.

Chapter 31: Bang Bang

Hyunjin anxiously looked out the small window of the plane. It had been so long since he'd been back home... They were about to land; the 14-hour flight had passed incredibly quickly. He'd slept through almost the entire journey, waking only when meals were served. But he didn't eat them, merely politely informing the waitress that he wasn't hungry and falling back into a deep sleep.

He briefly went to the restroom to freshen up and empty his full bladder. He felt very uncomfortable on this plane. The knowledge that a coffin was flying below deck still paralyzed him. Only he and the crew knew about it. The rest of the passengers were unaware of this cargo. Oh well... Not everyone needs to know everything...

***

- I'll kill him... - After hearing the young man's sad story, Lee jumped out of bed and quickly put on his clothes. He was ready to strangle Chan with his bare hands. He couldn't believe he'd spent several years in the band with this man.

Hyunjin, watching this, felt truly terrified. With his last bit of strength, he grabbed Minho's hand and pulled him closer. He didn't want revenge. He wanted to close this topic forever.

But he was too weak to hold him in his tenuous grip. The older man immediately broke free, threw his sweatshirt over his bare chest, and headed for the exit.

"No, Minho!" Perhaps the only way to stop Hyung was to plead. Hwang pleaded with his entire being, with his eyes and his exhausted frame, which barely moved in the sheets.

"We'll record it to the end... and we'll try... you know..." Lee knew what he was talking about. He also wanted nothing more than to try. With him. Hyunjin had such a positive influence on him. Not only on his dick, who was now incredibly obedient, but also on Minho himself and his self-discipline. He himself had noticed that caring for the heavily addicted boy effectively distracted him from his own addiction. Lee focused solely on Hyunjin. On him recovering and fighting for his career once again. He was furious with himself for forcing him to participate in those recordings. Through him, he met his tormentor again, the man who had shamelessly sold him like a piece of meat. He regretted insisting so much on him dancing. But he didn't know. He was being told a completely different story.

But he couldn't ignore this request. Hyunjin had a good heart, untainted by hatred or a thirst for revenge. He had to give in.

He didn't believe, however, that the younger man would be able to finish the recording. He could barely move his drug-inflicted limbs...

- How? You can't even stand up... It'll be easier if I just kill him... I'll destroy the contract and we'll go to Korea... - simple plan.

- Give me your phone... and tell the receptionist that you have a visitor. I'll call Felix... - Hyunjin extended his long arm towards the table where the older man's cell phone lay.

- I won't let you get high again! Hyunjin!

"He'll get me back on my feet... without drugs. Like when I came to the audition. Don't worry, Hyung... I don't want to use again... and... I'm sorry about yesterday..." He lowered his head sadly and continued waiting for the call. Minho looked at him suspiciously but complied with both requests. He hugged him tightly, and they waited for their special guest to arrive.

After less than an hour, they heard the softest yet most brazen knock.

Felix, once again in white with hair as light as the morning sun, entered the room, radiating his unnatural aura. As always, he was smiling with all his might. His gaze immediately fell on Hwang's tired body, who had just been there yesterday.

"Ginny... I said it was too much, honey... how can I help you today? And who is your beautiful friend?" he swept Minho with his bright and cunning eyes. He liked anything pretty. And the older Lee was damn handsome.

"Lee Minho," he extended his hand toward the unusual newcomer. With a hint of hesitation. The man dealt in death. On the other hand, he radiated incredible warmth. Meeting him on the street, he probably would never think ill of him...

"Will you help him?"

"Of course, honey... Ginny, you took everything yesterday, right?" A nod only confirmed his observations. "Did he eat?" Felix asked like a seasoned medic, mentally calculating all the necessary information.

"No... I took him to his room and he fell asleep... he might have had a sip of water this morning..." Minho tried his best to recount last night. "But I found him late... maybe he ate something before?"

"No... Ginny was in such a state yesterday that he couldn't swallow a single crumb... okay... he needs to throw up... bring a bowl, anything..." The silver-haired man gave orders like a true leader. He knew perfectly well what he was doing. From his signature bag, he pulled out equipment that a true medic would be proud of. He filled a syringe with fluid from a vial and began to swab the crook of his skinny elbow.

"I said it without drugs!" Minho shouted immediately upon seeing the glint of the needle being unwrapped. Felix silenced him with a single glance. After a moment, he regained his calm expression.

"He'll throw up after this... get some towels, it'll go quickly..."

Lee, still incredibly unsure, went to the bathroom. He didn't want to watch them prick the boy. As soon as he got out, he sped up because Hyunjin was already loudly vomiting into the metal trash can he'd just handed them. Felix, as if nothing had happened, held his hair and stroked his shoulders. "Okay, honey, spit that shit out..."

The situation was hilarious. A drug dealer who encourages detox...

Hyunjin collapsed, exhausted from the exertion. Sweat poured down his face, and his tongue couldn't keep up with the salty drops.
Felix tossed the first syringe into the bucket of puke and hastily opened the small werflon. He looked at Minho and flashed his snow-white teeth again.
"Please take this and come back. I'll need you." He complied, and a few seconds later he was standing over the barely alive boy again. He watched as the needle pierced the pale, paper-thin skin, then connected to a rather long tube, at the end of which was a substantial bag of clear fluid.

"What's that?" Minho was so afraid of how the young body would react to these mysterious substances. But Hyunjin trusted him. He had also experienced the power of his potions; in fact, he owed him a great deal.

"Hold it up, these are vitamins... my formula, especially for him. He'll be good as new in an hour." He handed him a soft bag of liquid and got out of bed.

"Where? Were you a doctor?" Lee couldn't believe he was entrusting the life of such an important being to a self-proclaimed healer.

"I studied... chemistry, biology, then medicine... I got a scholarship in the States. I focused heavily on transdermal drug delivery... needles always disgusted me." It was hard to believe after Hyunjin's graceful insertion. "But I was too smart, too idealistic... I really thought medicine was there to help. But they quickly disillusioned me. It's all about the money." My research was suspended, I was reduced to a meager lab worker... I made poor money... so I started my own business...

"You're killing them..." Minho watched Hyunjin writhe in the rumpled sheets... slowly regaining his color. But at what cost...

"No... I'm helping them... they wouldn't be able to handle this kind of life for long sober. I never sell to spare. I know the weight and health of every regular customer. Their history... I detox for them for free. I care for them. Thanks to me, their lives become a little more bearable... don't judge me... You used my services yourself..." For the first time, Felix wasn't smiling...

Minho fell silent... who was he to judge a man who knew more about Hwang than he did...

The contents of the transparent bag quickly seeped into his thirsty veins. The boy really looked much better. It was a miracle, because a moment ago he could barely open his eyes.

Felix looked at his handiwork and exulted. He started to leave.
"Buy him a Coke and something sweet. He likes sweets after a detox. M&Ms, without peanuts, are the best... come on... it's all downstairs in the vending machine." - Minho obediently took the wallet from the table and followed the stranger...

"Hang in there, honey!" the fair man shouted towards the bed and headed for the elevator. The few seconds they spent together were difficult for Minho. Felix's enormous ego barely fit in the small cabin. They didn't talk much. They walked out to the front of the building, where a huge vending machine stood. Minho hurriedly inserted coins. He wanted to get back upstairs as quickly as possible. He turned to thank him. He was instantly met with hot lips, and a moment later, with a wet tongue. The stolen kiss was sweet but incredibly overwhelming. Cold sweat ran down his neck.
Felix, as usual, just smiled.

"Take care of him... he's special... he won't last much longer... get him out of here if you can..." His eyes demanded he follow his instructions. Minho just nodded like an idiot. "And take care of yourself too..." He felt a warm hand on his heart. How did he know? When he returned to the room, Hyunjin was already sitting upright, his eyes wide and healthy. He was delighted to see the sweets in Hyung's strong hands. He ate them all, completely unperturbed by the surprised look.

"Let's go..." He quickly dressed and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. He didn't look like the junkie who had barely batted an eye a moment ago. Felix... he really knew what he was doing. They could really change the world... if he were given a chance... if money hadn't won.

They walked through the bustling streets, passing people sad and happy. And indifferent.

They themselves didn't pay much attention to the people passing them. They only saw themselves and the dimly outlined future in their minds.

Hyunjin, despite his full support and the warm, firm hand holding his own, hesitated at the entrance to the building. But Minho understood.

"I won't let you get hurt, I'll always be by your side." - If they'd come this far, nothing should stop them.

Chan wasn't pleased when he saw the two in the doorway of his office. Jisung, sitting on the sofa next to him, dispassionately scrolling through his phone, was immediately forced to call the director. Luckily for Hyunjin, the entire crew was still available. He didn't need much makeup; the video had a relatively relaxed feel. Less than an hour later, the crew was ready to film the final takes. After the third rehearsal, the director unceremoniously called it quits.

Chan slammed the door, furious that his plan had failed. He so desperately wanted revenge on the people who had caused him losses. Minho, who hadn't flown in from Korea, and Hyunjin, who had fled the company with his promising ass. After failing to intimidate him, he simply wanted to cause him pain. But he couldn't have predicted that the plot he had woven would end in such an idyllic ending...

"Hyunjin, wait for me downstairs. I have a word to talk to Bang." Minho wiped the remnants of makeup from the young man's face. After signing all the final papers and saying goodbye to the crew, they were left alone in the recording room. The circumstances were similar to those during the casting. Almost identical... only... they knew each other better now.
Hyunjin wasn't convinced but obediently left the building.

"Don't smoke so much... it's bad for your health..." Lee found the CEO on the large balcony on the mezzanine. Bang was lighting another cigarette with shaking hands.

- Satisfied? Take him…

"If he wants, I'll take him, Chan..." He looked at him for a long time, at the man he supposedly once knew, to whom he'd confided his deepest secrets... he was a stranger. Even his eyes were no longer the same...

"Get lost, Minho!" Bang couldn't stand that judgmental look anymore.

Minho just smiled. He pulled his old anti-smoking patch out of his pocket and applied it to his old friend's muscular arm. With his other hand, he patted his broad back.

"Take care, Chan. And take care of yourself..." He turned on his heel and left. He hoped they'd never meet again.

Fake concern instantly raised Bang's blood pressure. He suddenly followed the retreating Minho and caught up with him just by the stairs. He pushed him with all his might...

***

Hyunjin was the last to exit the plane. He had papers to sign and then waited for a special car to pick up the coffin and its contents.

An hour later, he was on his way to baggage claim. His suitcase was the last one to spun lonely on the conveyor belt. He headed for the exit.

Minho was the first to notice a thin figure emerging from the frosted doors. He threw down his empty coffee cup and ran to meet his boyfriend. The month without Hyunjin seemed incredibly long. They fell into each other's arms and instantly locked lips. People looked at them disapprovingly, but they truly didn't care.

He wanted to take the suitcase from him, but the arm he'd broken in the fall down the stairs wasn't fully functional yet. All he could do was hold him...

"It's so good that you're back... how... did it work?" When Lee had already enjoyed his boyfriend, he asked about secondary matters. After all, they were the reason they'd been apart for so long.

"Yes... he's here... his parents should be waiting at the side exit. The driver had their number." Hwang explained the entire paperwork process he went through.

- You did too much for him... he didn't deserve this.

- It's over... let's go... home?

***

Bang Chan died suddenly... right after pushing his former colleague down the stairs, feeling very ill. Within seconds, he lost the ability to breathe. He felt his throat tighten, trapping his breath. He fell, cracking his head on the metal railing. A few minutes later, he was in the other world...

***

Minho struggled for a long time with whether to tell his boyfriend what happened after he left the company building.

But he finally made a pact with himself and decided he would never do it. Even if... even if they didn't work out.

He was the one who killed Chan. With that supposed patch... in reality, with poison prepared by Felix. He was the one who asked him to stick it on the arm of the man who ruined the life of an innocent boy. Felix wanted revenge for Hyunjin and the others who daily bought their apparent happiness from him.

And seeing the desperation and genuine affection in Lee's eyes, he asked him for a small favor. All this time, he was conducting his own research on administering drugs through patches. He needed a guinea pig. He found the perfect specimen.
And Minho never regretted this step. He rejoiced in watching Chan fall, crack his head, and take his last gasping breath. Then he pretended to faint.

After examining CEO Bang, a significant amount of fentanyl was discovered in his system, which directly contributed to his death.

They began to dig deeper into the activities of the entertainment company's CEO. Everything was uncovered. Pimping, illegal pornography involving minors... and much more... even notes recently found in a park, lost by Minho, were linked to the company's disgusting practices. Every application was accompanied by indiscriminate, sexualizing comments from the CEO... a scandal erupted, causing his parents to fear flying to the States to collect their son's body.

Jisung, deeply entangled in shady dealings, disappeared with the help of Kim, who was also extremely keen on discretion. So he bought the squirrel's silence and helped her flee the country. Changbin wanted no part of this mess. He immediately resigned and voluntarily gave a statement to the police. Minho knew more, but his testimony didn't add much to the case. His visa was expiring. He had to return.

Hyunjin, who knew the most of everyone, had to stay. He moved in with Binnie, who was racked with guilt. To Minho's delight, someone he trusted was keeping an eye on him. The time apart was difficult. Minho immediately signed up for addiction treatment upon his return. He doubted he could cope without Hyunjin.

However, a month passed surprisingly quickly. Changbin drove Hyunjin to the airport in his private car. He wished him all the best, promised to visit Jeongin and support him in difficult times. He didn't want to go back even though Hyunjin tried to persuade him many times... he was already in too deep... Hyunjin surfaced at the last moment... or maybe he was caught by a lost fisherman...

Despite his grief, Hwang agreed to help transport Chan's body home. Despite everything... he felt no resentment...

***

- Make yourself comfortable - Minho ushered the boy into his apartment. He couldn't believe Hyunjin was here.

- My parents live nearby... - the younger man had a deep longing in his voice. Despite the joy he was experiencing, he felt overwhelmed by painful memories.

- We'll visit them if you want... we'll explain everything... it'll be alright, Hyunjin... I'll take care of you... I promised...