⚘ ㅤnightclub。

@♥ olly a。 [ as the plot progresses it will definitely get better < 3 ]

in his line of work he wasn't really used to the type of affectionate behaviour such as recieving gifts, so therefore when the other named as 'olly' came bearing gifts to his workplace, it really surpised him and it slightly opened up his naive heart - just slightly - any type of attention made the other waver and it was a bad habit of his. he covered himself up with the small robe, tugging at the specific ends to cover certain body bits before looking at the male before him with a soft smile on his face. "t-thank you, olly." he said, a small blush forming on his delicate cheeks at just the sweet gesture that the other portrayed to him, he turned himself around to place the gift down but to also hide the way his cheeks flushed.

@♥ matthew k。 he burst through the backdoors, taking an overly large intake of fresh air to replace the toxic stench of sin found within the nightclub, he grimaced at the sight of heavy rain before him but nonetheless moved out, using the walls for support as everything from his lower half were more than incapable of doing that. within short seconds, he scouted his environment, calculating a route of escape from the brutally obese male and fixed his small silk robe to cover his bruised body before proceeding forward.

he dragged his bare feet across the cold floor, using the last amount of strength he had to pull himself across the cold wet walls, the pain shooting down his back and the blood dripping from in between his legs were both reminders for him to stop but the adrenaline pulsing through his blood contradicted that reminder and got him to move forward in the need to escape.

he needed this. he desperately needed to escape.

large footsteps echoed behind him, and as the obese male inched closer and closer to the smaller boy, he could feel himself losing all hope and courage he had gathered within his escape 'mission' - the light that shone brightly before him slowly diminishing.

"s-someone please...", he said quietly while reaching his arm out.

@♥ hansol c。 Jongin perks a brow when the other comes forward, keeping his gaze politely on his face as he does so. “No, you may leave. I no longer require your services in this establishment.” If anything, he could abolish the entire place, and just reconstruct another, elsewhere. “I advise distance, though.” With this, Jongin stands, and with his hands clasped behind his back, wanders around to the side of Hansol, keeping a rather lengthy distance between the two. “Now, if you will,” Ever so sweet is his smile as he opens the door for Hansol to leave, gesturing out the door for him, where his bodyguards — ever the disposable — await. “If you’ve heard rumors of me not liking my own kind, then that’s the truth. Blindly, you follow, and I have no intent to have such lemmings in my places of work, mucking up the place.” Filth, is what he thinks 99% of the fallen angels are. Righteous in their own stances, still believing in the Creator that clearly doesn’t exist, given the turmoil of it all.

@♥ jongin k。 Hansol furrowed his eyebrow,suspicious of the other's motives and slowly let go of the dagger,instead taking the pill right next to the weapon. There were countless times that Hansol had been questioned by police before because of his occupation but he always got away with it either with fake evidence or by seducing them. Once he got them high he played the victim and got them imprisoned. Having acquaintances in high places gave him the power to manipulate and threaten both humans and fallen angels without really minding the law.
As he took off his pants he made sure the landed on his shoe first so the impact to the floor wouldn't give away the fact that he carried a dagger in his pocket. Then he ed the tight shirt and let it fall to the floor as well."Will you at least let me keep my underwear on?"He asked,faking an innocent calm tone as he walked closer to the boss,completely comfortable with his ness. It wasn't like he had any dignity to protect,he just wanted to keep his underwear since he stored ziploc bags with weed inside.

@♥ hansol c。 He doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder at him, only looking out to the gyrating bodies below, as the other speaks. “You may strip.” He instructs, and even though such things as simple knives and bullets can’t kill the immortal, he’s in love with his suit. Paid a pretty penny to have it tailored just to him. “And then kick everything to the side for me,” He bites back ‘you no longer work here,’ in favor of silence. He mustn’t let his temper get the best of him. With a tired sigh, Jongin fixes his cufflink, and checks the time on his watch, noting a few scatters of glitter sticking to the crystal face. His grimace speaks many words of disdain on this. With a tell-told sigh, Jongin turns, and wanders around to the front of the desk, sitting down on the edge, hands clasped on his lap, and finally looks to Hansol. A measelt excuse of a man, lanky, not as tall as him, and clearly vindictive. For what reasons? He’s unsure. An angel’s death wish isn’t his concern, though. He doesn’t get his high from their soulless bodies.

@♥ jongin k。 Hansol couldn't remember a single day of his immortal life when he wasn't high or at least drunk. He liked that way of living,he was only sober when he got closer to finding the people he had been looking for to take his revenge. Lately he hadn't heard any news from the human detectives who were working for him,just when they were getting closer to the bastards they managed to slip. He knew their fathers were most probably fallen angels as well, considering they had committed a series of sins on him. Harming them wouldn't provide him with the pleasure of seeing the pain inflicted on their face. He had to get their sons out of the picture. It was getting harder to track them down though and he found himself lost in the euphoria the club provided,trying his best to fool himself that his pathetic death never occurred and that he still was a human not condemned to live for eternity.
As he snogged a couple of customers he suddenly felt a presence behind him and had he not walked away Hansol would have provided him with the pills as well. But then he was thankful he didn't when he realized it was the boss. "Pay if you wanna touch."He hissed to the bodyguard who made a move to catch his arm and simply walked to wherever the boss was.

"How can I help you?"He asked,his lips forming a professional evil smirk as he walked closer to the intimidating man who had his back turned to him.His one hand was slowly slipping inside his jeans back pocket,holding the dagger in his hand just in case the fallen angel decided to attack him.

@♥ hansol c。 Sweat dripping from foreheads, lips parted, glistening with red lacquer, the occasional mess of glitter poured out, and tons of bent over, drunk idiots. All for the sake of business, and the exact reason why he wouldn’t step into the club more often than not, in fear that his suit would cling to the nicotine in the air, or his Louis Vuitton soles would step on unworldly things. It’s uncommon, to say the least. Fixing his cuff just over his glistening Rolex, Jongin steps in, eyes immediately drawn to the scene before him. His lips fixate into a thin line, and his gaze fixates on the stage, watching as one drunk, foreign woman had the time of her life for the night. Despite his long time on Earth, and his current business, Jongin ... Doesn’t understand the concepts of common club drugs. Ecstacy, molly, whatever one wants to call it, he’s completely blind towards the like.

But, as nights run on, and many different forms of ecstacy are high, his gaze falls on one that would bring an obvious sour taste to his mouth. Just seeing the man, in all ethereal glory, like this. Absolutely disgusting. He feels bile rise in his throat, and he’s quick to step up to the stage, merely standing and watching. There’s nothing but contempt in his gaze as he sees the other angel. He turns on his heel, and heads upstairs, past red curtains that sway shut behind him.

It isn’t but a mere minute later that two bodyguards are instructing Hansol down, a gruff ‘the boss wants ta’ see ya,’ being the only thing uttered from one’s lips.

@♥ jongin k。 Hansol was aware that the club that had hired him didn't allow fallen angels.Well what did they expect that he wouldn't have a fake ID or that he would have the honesty to admit to not being human?Other than the bruise covering his neck there was no evidence that he had once experienced death and he used chokers to cover it up. As a stripper he had to get rid of his clothes but no one ever minded the jewelries.He didn't even have to meet the boss to be accepted and take the job. According to what he had heard the boss was a fallen angel as well but since he rarely visited Hansol decided to take a risk. It wasn't like he wouldn't get away with it even if he was found out. He had his ways to tempt people and mislead them,no matter if they were humans or demons. Just when the beat dropped and it was replaced with low seductive music he slowly walked out and smirked in triumph after spotting lots of his addicted regulars in the audience,cheering for him to take off his clothes. He slowly danced to the music,moving his body in a sensual way while occasionally he placed an ecstasy pill in his mouth and transferred it to an oblivious' customers with a heated kiss,thinking the boss wasn't around.

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