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[cutedevil]

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[cutedevil]

"You okay?" Sounded nasty from how high Minjun's voice got. Also being smacked that hard in the nuts? Fucking ow. He looked over at Ten, who was smirking happily and clearly amused by the chaos he made. "Stop smile, what are you smiling about?" He slapped Ten lightly on the cheek before hauling him back up onto his feet.

Ten smiled playfully at Minjun, tongue between his teeth. "Who's the eunuch now, Junnie?"

[cuminjun]

"Y'know? I wish I was a eunuch, then this would have probably hurt less. I'm guessing." He had never really researched that. Minjun got up slowly, looking down himself. Everything definitely still in place or he wouldn't be hurting so badly. "Point made, you've defended your boyfriend's honour. Now it's time for you to go home."

He rolled his eyes and looked over to the store. "Hope you at least told him he's playing with fire."

[cutedevil]

"He's not my boyfriend. My boyfriend is Cheon... well, he's my owner."

Ten didn't think of Cheon like that because he wasn't like that. It was missing the most important thing, that was the trouble - it wasn't love. He needed that to even feel close to being in a relationship and Cheon didn't love him. Not really. He kept him like a pet. If that was love, it was some fucked up love. "I was defending my own honour, fuckboy. You think I'm a whore or something?" Why else would he hit on a guy in a bathroom like that? "Cause I'm not."

[cuminjun]

"Nooo, see. You are confusing me being stupid with me being rude. Very important distinction to make. It's the same mistake Gyungho keeps making." Minjun wrapped an arm around Ten, somewhat, mostly just so he could hold on to the handcuffs and lead him to the car. "I didn't think with my dick and I wasn't being rude. I was just feeling it. And I was being dumb. You see? Important difference."

He opened the car's backdoor and held it open for Ten. "Sorry."

[cutedevil]

"Don't be sorry, that was hilarious." Ten laughed playfully because it was funny and it did make him feel way better. Playfully, he waggled his eyebrows at Minjun. "Sexy offer but kicking you in the nuts? Way more worth it, gotta say."

"Wait, why did he kick you in the nuts?" Gyungho had missed so much in the bathroom. "Oh man, did you get rejected?"

"No, he got kicked in the nuts." Ten clarified as he crawled into the backseat. He never technically rejected him. He just kicked him in the nuts. "Your voice went so high. Do you ever sing?"

[cuminjun]

"Oh yeah. You should hear my mixtape, I can go way higher than that." Whatever, he might as well own it. Minjun got into the driver's seat and made sure the doors were locked, they didn't need any more chase sequences. "Or you should hear me in the shower. Echoes nicely."

He winked at Ten and then turned on the car, looking at Gyungho. "It's never a rejection when they go for the dick. Not with guys."

[cutedevil]

"Even when they hit you in the dick? God. Guys scare me, so aggressive." And some women too, to be fair, but he avoided those cause man, they scared him. He was easily scared! He was a delicate soul, he didn't like to get hurt in bed. "If we haul ass, we can get back before four. That means we can get some drinking in before my next game of cards. What have you gotta do today?"

Ten groaned in boredom and peered out of the window. "Let's go to the arcade."

[cuminjun]

"Mostly have to finish up some accounting, but I always thought alcohol just made me better at maths." A unique viewpoint and likely a false one, but whatever. He could deal, he had a calculator. He smirked at Ten briefly, before focusing on the road again.

"Believe me, I'd love to take you to an arcade and show you my amazing pinball talent, but we all don't want to actually get our balls cut off, right?" Still. He felt bad for Ten. Of course he did. "Although, could be that the boss gets busy with some stuff I gotta tell him about numbers." Might distract him from punishing Ten.

[cutedevil]

"Ooor we go to the arcade. Oh! Is that a strip club?" Ten peered curiously and frowned, he didn't know a new one had opened up. Neat! "Pull over, let's check it out."

"No. As tempting as that is, we don't have-- woah, they do a lunch buffet." Okay, Gyungho knew where he was having lunch tomorrow. Strip club! "Tempting but no. Let Jun-ah distract your bae with his boring numbers and stop getting under our feet."

"But wouldn't you rather eat a lunch buffet and watch people get naked?" Ten suggested, only idly hoping it'd happen.

[cuminjun]

"I don't know. Tends to be just girls, right? I can appreciate a good burlesque, women are beautiful, but place like that?" Minjun wasn't exactly excited about that one. He glanced over again and shrugged. "Just ask the boss to take you to a strip club if you're so eager. He has his hands in plenty of them, I'd know."

He knew all about the accounts, for obvious reasons.

[cutedevil]

"The human traffic nightmare shows? Yeah, I'm good." He didn't like it when his appa did it, he didn't love when Cheon did. Though it was worse with Cheon, he was actively turned on by it. He loved watching people cry, suffer and get afraid - it was like a wet dream for him, backstage at those places. Ten shuddered and pulled a face. "He's a pig, I'd rather go to a nice one full of women and lunch foods."

"Well, too bad. Cheon's are all cheap and dirty. No food."

[cuminjun]

"True that. I wouldn't go there if you paid me." For so, so many reasons. Minjun didn't deal with that side of business too much, he was more concerned with the paper trail. And the nerd reputation was what got him delicate matters, such as fetching the boss's boyfriend. Or however one could call that. "You do any stripping, Ten? Private show?" Minjun glanced at him over his shoulder. "I give a great lapdance. You'd love it. So many opportunities to bust my balls, I can feel you salivating."

[cutedevil]

"I can't believe for a second that you can do anything like that." Ten dismissed with a sceptical look. "And of course I can. I pride myself in being able to do any dance. Modern, classic, lap... not so many people ever wanted me to do the last one, weirdly." He supposed he didn't really need to be good at it before he met Cheon, then he had no choice. Sometimes it was a great distraction, took Cheon's mind off his anger and frustration.

"What's your signature move or are you just talking shit?"

[cuminjun]

"You don't have to take my word for it. Ask Gyungho, I've lap danced him before." Mostly because they had both been drunk and stupid, but hey. Not as if that ever made him a worse dancer. Mostly lowered his inhibitions. "I mean, I'm better than shaking my ass than the next guy, I'll tell you that much."

Otherwise he struggled a bit to explain his moves here. "I like to go with the flow. Don't you?"

[cutedevil]

"He gives a good dance. It was an experience, lemme tell you. It changed me as a person." Also he was really drunk so he barely remembered. He did recall pissing all over Minjun that night and then stealing some happy meals from McDonalds but the lapdance was weirdly just a vague memory now. Tragic.

"Then you owe me a lap dance next time you come for me cause this whole cat and mouse thing needs a little more energy, don't you think?" It didn't, it was already crazy enough but hey, why not get a lap dance out of it? "Are we nearly there, your car smells like weed... making me nauseous."

[cuminjun]

"You should smoke some. Make you relax. Better than whatever the boss has you take." But they were nearly there, so Minjun turned the corner, getting closer to the club. "But we can arrange that. I owe you one lap dance. Under the weirdest circumstances we'll be able to improvise."

Minjun already had a feeling it would be pretty insane. He parked the car, then unfastened his seat belt and looked at Ten. "How much time alone with the boss before I interrupt? Fifteen? Thirty?"

[cutedevil]

"I'm already on enough stuff. Besides, weed smells." He wasn't against the idea of weed but he was no longer sixteen and cared about how he smelled so the weed was off the table. He looked at Minjun, unsure why he was doing him any favours. Especially after that kick to the balls. "Don't worry about it, I can handle the boss."

He couldn't but he was sensing there was no easy way out. Delaying the inevitable was pointless. "Don't do fifteen, he'll beat your ass for interrupting. If you wanna be dumb, give it half an hour. Twenty at the least."

[cuminjun]

"See, now you're catching on. Being dumb. That's my charm." Minjun winked at him and then he got out of the car, unlocking the passenger door and opening it up for Ten. "Let me take those handcuffs off of you. As far as the boss is concerned, you came along happily."

Made little sense, but whatever. Might make them all sound a bit better.

[cutedevil]

"Cause he'll buy that. I left at 4am." Out of the window, no less. Cheon was going to start locking that thing soon, he was always using it as an exit. Window, bathroom window, the fire escape to the roof... he found a lot of ways to escape. The only thing that stopped him was when he was literally tied down. He wasn't sticking around with Cheon, one day he'd get bored and not find him. Or so Ten hoped.

As they got out of the car, Ten rubbed his wrists and debated running but Gyungho was there, waiting to catch him. Fuck. "You guys should get better jobs."

[cuminjun]

"You gotta start somewhere." Minjun shrugged and then gestured to the door. "After you." He stayed behind Ten, walking next to Gyungho. It was a lot like leading a lamb to slaughter. Sure, Ten was far from innocent, but he was nice. Sweet, even. Fun and, yes, hot and definitely not deserving of this.

Minjun kept his voice low enough only Gyungho could hear him, but he had to let it out. "I hate this."

[cutedevil]

"Ditto. Just keep thinking, soon we'll be drinking." Gyungho's favourite little mantra he often sang when cutting up bodies and feeding them to pigs. This sucked, it was a shitty thing to do but soon it would be over and they could have some whiskey together. "He'll be fine, it's not like Cheon will kill him." Not the best but... that was something.

Ten dragged his feet into the main room and eyed up the surroundings, unsure where best to go. "Can I just go upstairs...?" Maybe he could avoid Cheon! And then climb out of the window again.

[cuminjun]

"Not a chance. Sorry. Boss should be down any minute. I could get you a drink?" Minjun wasn't really sure what to do either, but they had been told to fetch and give over and here they were at the give over part of the day. He headed for the bar, adjusting the handcuffs that were dangling a little. "What do you drink?"

He could pass the time for Ten, at least. "You should play a game with me. Cards. I'm no tazza, so it's all fair."

[cutedevil]

"Vodka." Ten ordered as he leaned on the counter, hoping to get pissed nice and quickly. He sighed and gave Minjun a look, watching Gyungho wander off to whisper to some guy and gesture at Ten. Oh yeah, he was getting Cheon. Damn it. Maybe after he and Cheon had words, hopefully just words, he could sneak out again. He needed new places to go, places that they wouldn't check.

"Your friend is the tazza, right? You're just the numbers guy." Ten found it interesting, they were a weird pair of friends. "I'm really shit at cards."

[cuminjun]

"Yeah, Gyungho is the best. You should watch him some time, he's better than this place deserves. Sometimes he gets lazy, just so see if someone will catch on. They never do." Minjun loved watching for many reasons. Some of them as transparent as the reasons women had to like spending time here, but hey. He could think his straight friend was hot, there was no law against it.

"I could count cards. I did that for a while actually, that's how I met Gyungho. But it's not that much fun for me." Minjun shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have the poker face anyway." He reached up, framing his face with his hands. "What you see is what you get."

[cutedevil]

"I know, I can tell. You're too honest." Ten could see it in his face, he gave in too swiftly, he meant to well and he was basically doomed if he didn't find his niche and survive. He reached out and petted Minjun's face before dropping his hand and picking up his drink. "I haven't worked out if that's good or bad yet."

He knocked back a few gulps of his drink and winced at how it burned his throat. He eyed up Minjun and set the glass down. "Still haven't worked out if you're good or bad yet either. I'll keep pondering, cutie."