Trevi Night Club

@✪ Jung Yunho Sena could hear the gears turning in the mafia boss' mind. What was he thinking about so hard? Should Sena tell him that he didn't have shifts every day? No, he should just sit and wait and hope for the best. He was so nervous he almost felt sick. All his life he'd done his very best to stay away from the mafia, to stay away from the gangs, and now he was in a room with a head of a family. Eventually, it seemed the man had found a satisfactory conclusion.

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. . . . kk!!! He should have never made up a fake child. Sena knew what he had to do, but god was he terrified to do it. But he had to. He had to. With a shaky breath, he stood up and tucked the black card for now into his shorts.

The light in the room was dim, casting an intimate glow over the room. There was no music to assist him, but his movements were effortlessly sensual nonetheless. Each step he took accentuated by the 15cm stiletto heels he wore. The rest of his clothing was tight, short, skimpy. The heels added a dramatic height to his petite figure, elongating his legs and giving his movements an extra layer of sensuality. He started with a slow walk to the centre of the room, each step deliberate and measured, the sound of his heels clicking against the floor. He didn't look into the man's eyes, he wouldn't be able to keep his composure so he stared at a spot on his forehead. 'Just relax.', he told himself. Sena's hips swayed gently, his movements fluid and understated, designed to make an audience at a strip club want more. When he reached the centre of the room, he paused and draw one arm up high, the other trailing down his throat, then his chest as he rolled his head back.

Settling into the routine of the dance, Sena managed to relax and even flashed a teasing smile at his lone spectator. Then, he began to dance. His hands glided over his body, tracing the contours of his chest and hips. He rolled his shoulders and arched his back, the motion causing his pink hair to cascade around his face in a tantalizing wave. His eyes locked with the man for just a moment, a playful glint in them as he continues his seductive performance. Then, he quickly returned to the safety of staring at Jung Yunho's forehead. Slowly, he began to peel away at his clothing, each movement deliberate and teasingly slow. He seemed in his element. The only thing giving him away the slight tremor in his hands as he unfastened his tiny top. A clasp here, a zipper there, even more of smooth, pale skin was revealed. He turned his back to the other, giving them a view of his silhouette. The fabric slipped from his shoulders and fell to the floor in a soft whisper.

His chest now bare, the shine of metal piercing his s glistening in the dim lighting he turned around. It was almost time. Sena dropped to his knees, arched his back and ran his hands through his pink hair, his expression one of pure, unadulterated desire. He had no idea how he was managing this. It seemed hours and hours and years of stripping did indeed become engrained in ones body. Spreading his knees his hips sunk to the floor and with a bite of his lip he began a sensual crawl across the floor. When he was close enough to touch the man, he placed a hand on the man's left knee. Then the right, and used the hold to push himself up between them. He was so close he could feel the man's breath now, so close Jung Yunho might even be able to hear how fast his heart was beating. No, that was ridiculous. 'Relax, Sena.', he thought to himself once more as he pushed himself higher until his lips just barely grazed over the shell of the man's ear. His heels clicked against the floor and then he was standing between the man's legs, looking down at the dangerous, dangerous man.

Finished with his performance, lithe fingers quickly fished the card from his shorts and tucked it into the man's pocket. "Did you like it? - I can dance for you, but I won't work for you. And I don't want your card." Then, just in case it would help, he added: "..Thank you though."

@Sena The reason why he asked about how much a stripper got in a day was simply because he didn’t have the slightest idea about it. Yunho is a gang leader but not all gang leader, at least not him used the money for entertainment like going to clubs, hired a stripper, throwing out a party and other stuff. He is infamous and feared by many but when it comes to leisure time, he prefered to be alone in his mansion or gang base camp in a beach to have his alone time. Books and coffee are his favorites, although he understood not a single soul would believe this. Yunho frowned upon hearing his answer. $ 200 for a day? And it double up only on the weekend? Let’s say he got $200 per day times 20 days equal to $4000 a month? If he got a kid, he has to pay for kid’s day care, education, food, snacks, utility bills and the list goes on. Vittoria isn’t a cheap place to live and $4000 barely cover for everything. Not to mention $200 isn’t the net income for the day.

Tapping his finger on his knee, Yunho’s brain working hard how to help the guy and his kid but at the same time didn’t taint his reputation as a gang leader. Since he worked as stripper, there’s no way he got enough education to work properly. Help him to do business is a risky way since he has just met this guy. Wait, what about using something around his skills? Besides, it has some benefit for Yunho too, he’s able to witness a stripper doing his work, something he has never seen. Clearing his throat, he arranged every words before spoke to him. “I won’t give my black card for free because I pity you and your kids. I gave that as a lifetime payment. In exchange, you’ll have to do your work, be a stripper but whenever I call you to do everything I want you to do, you have no rights to say no.” Leaning back, be loosen up his tie. “Now, how about you give me a little show? Show me if you’re worth to what I’ve given to you.”

@✪ Jung Yunho The large hand on his jaw tightened, fingers pressing painfully against the bone. Sena winced, his eyes narrowing in discomfort, his speech growing more rapid. Thankfully, the story of having a child seemed to resonate. Sena discreetly breathed out in relief, his hand massaging his jaw when he was released and quickly took a step back to create distance. He saw the hand reaching out for him again and jerked away, but it was too little too late. Before he knew it the crowd parted like the red sea and he was being dragged along behind the tall man.

Sena's stomach was in knots, his heart racing a mile a minute when he was shoved onto a sofa. "Ah!" Jung Yunho was on him in a second, trapping him against the soft leather of the couch. Sena, usually calm and confident, was frozen, staring at him in fear. . This was kind of hot. Wait no, he was staring at him in fear. Were fear and arousal contradictions? No. 'Get yourself together and focus, you ing moron.', Sena thought to himself. Now was not the time to start remembering old fantasies. He was trying not to get killed right now. '.' "I- I- My mother is watching them-", Sena whimpered. The fear, the timidness in his own voice surprised him. A fist came down near him and Sena flinched, hands instinctively rising to cover his face. But instead of a punch, a small light object hit him. The stripper opened his eyes in surprise and held the black card in his hands unsurely. 'What the- is he worried about my kid?' Huh. The infamous Jung Yunho was actually a nice guy, when it came to young children. Who'd have thought.

The man moved away and sat down opposite of him. Sena quickly adjusted his posture, trying to look a bit more... proper. 'Why is he asking that?' Sena his lips nervously and cleared his throat. "I-It" . Stop stuttering. Sena squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then looked back at Jung Yunho. Look at him, sitting there so comfortable. And why wouldn't he? He's not the one walking on pins and needles right now. "It depends on the day of the week.", he began again, his voice more stable this time. "Like 200$ on a weekday, and 400$ or 500$ on a usual weekend after house fees."

@Sena Just like Yunho expected, the male in front of him is a low peasant who happened to be inside a high class club with no one knows his intention is. Maybe he’s here to flirt with wealthy people? Or maybe stealing some valuable things around. Five million dollar is such a low amount, considering his income of at least 300 million dollars per transaction but the suite happened to be one of his favorite. Dry clean? His suite made by designer and this guy dared to offer him a cheap dry clean service? Instead of loosen his grip, he tightened on it, didn’t care whether he hurt the guy or not. The other male keeps blabbering about his background as strippers and diseases he might brought along with him but Yunho didn’t give a , he wants it, he gets it. When the guy mentioned about a kid, 2 years old to be exact, Yunho unconsciously loosen his grip. It reminded him of his pain as a child with no parents. If he killed this guy right now, how about the child? He would experienced the same pain as him.

He loosen up on his grip and let go of him before he pulled, forced him to follow the head of gang as the crowd made way for them. Stepping up the stairs, he pushed him on the sofa in VVIP room harshly as he loosen his tie and caged him in between his muscular arms. “You think a 2 years old kid able to feed on himself? If you have a kid, why the are you here, asking the bartender what you could get with a ing 10 dollars when your child could starve to death alone.” He hissed, supressing his anger due to the unknown man behavior he has seen with his own eyes. Clenching on his fist tight, Yunho punched the edge of the sofa before he pulled out his wallet and threw a black card on his face. “Use that for the kid.” He said as he sat down on the opposite side. “So you stripped to make a living? How much you get in one show?” He got curious whether his work as stripper able to pay for his kid day to day living.

@✪ Jung Yunho "?!" Sena's browed furrowed, irritation blossoming when a hand pushed his head up. Suppressed annoyance bubbled on the surface but ah it didn't last long.

"Oh -", Sena said softly as realisation dawned on his face. Oh the vibes were definitely off now. People all around were staring at them, well, Jung Yunho. How in the ing did he manage to run into of all people Jung Yunho? Sena kept his hands off of gang business, at most doing petty errands here and there for whoever, and made an effort to know as little as possible about what was going down with them. But... even he knew Jung Yunho. No, he knew *of* him. Sena stopped wiping his clothes and nervously looked to the side at the spectators. kkkkkkk.

"F-five million- ??" Sena in air sharply, his chest tightening. 'Why would you spend that much money on a suit... or on anything at all', he thought to himself but he was very careful not to show any contempt on his face. Sena didn't think of himself as cowardly, but he did have common sense and he wasn't so proud that he'd risk getting shot in the head. Sena pressed his lips together, light eyes scanning the man's face trying to gauge how mad he was. 'Bed warmer'. Ah, he really wanted to knee him in the . Sena knew exactly what he wanted to say: Can't you afford another one? Alas, his balls weren't that huge.

"Look, I'm sorry-", he started, intending to ignore that comment about bed warming and gloss it over, "I... can't pay you back, you're right, but I could get it dry cleaned?" Sena met the mafia boss's eyes steadily and gently tugged at the hand at his jaw, hoping he'd let him go. All these people watching made his skin crawl. He felt like one of those ants people squashed for pure entertainment. 'If I see you again, I'm going to murder you.', he thought, the image of his friend not breathing suddenly feeling very comforting. This was all his fault. "--Please? I swear I at warming beds. You're better off picking one of them." He pointed at the onlookers. Some looked excited at the thought. "I'm from Pigneto, and a stripper, you have no idea what kind of diseases I might have." I mean, yeah, Jung Yunho was hot and if he wasn't very, very, very, very dangerous he'd probably smash. But, Sena didn't have a death wish. Wait, he shouldn't just try to make himself unappetising. He needed to stay alive too. "Oh, and I have a kid. Like... really small. Two years old.", Sena lied smoothly, "Their name is Tracy." Would this work? Please God, I don't wanna die over a spilled drink.

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@Sena “We have arrived Mr. Jung.”

Upon hearing the voice of his chauffeur, Yunho woke up from his nap due to lack of sleep the night before. After making sure he looks proper to meet potential customer, he walked out from the luxurious car, greeted by the manager of the nightclub who escorted him to the VVIP room he has booked in advance for the meeting. All eyes were on him, some questioning if he’s here for a business and some stripped him with their eyes, wishing to be on his pants one day. Ignoring their stares, he made his way to the room where his potential client has been waiting for him. Instead of usual gang or criminal member, this time it is a commander from the military of far away country. Due to their weaponry restriction, he was unable to have top notch weapon ready and contacted Yunho to do some underground business. With alcohol on the table, they started their negotiation, which of course he had the upper hand on it.

With no room for further negotiation, the commander agreed on his price and condition to import some of his weapon to their country. Satisfied, Yunho flicked on his finger and 2 hostess with y clothes came in. “Take them as a gift from our deal. I’ve booked a five star hotel for you to stay while you’re here.” He said, sliding out a hotel card to his side. While those hostess started to flirt with the commander, Yunho excused himself and made his way out. Unlike his usual self, he felt like staying for at least an hour in the club, feeling the crowd and vibes. Even before he said ‘excuse me’ , people parted, made way for the infamous gang leader. “One straight whiskey.” He ordered, settled himself on a bar stool. Looking around, a conversation between a man and the bartender caught his attention. From the attire itself, there’s no way he belonged to part of the city, must be someone from other district.

“Here’s your whiskey, Sir.” A glass of straight whiskey served on the counter. He was going to take it to the dance floor when someone block his way, worst, made his whiskey spilled on his 5 million dollar worth of suit. Yunho stay silent as the man tried to wipe off the stain from his clothes but soon, he placed his hand on his jaw and forced him to looked up his eyes. Everyone who witnessed the scene held on their breath, wondering what Yunho going to do next and at the same time, felt pity of the unknown guy. “My suit worth 5 million dollar. How are you going to pay for it? You can’t even afford a shot of tequilla.” He asked in intimidating tone while his eyes wondered on his facial features. “You won’t be too bad as my bed warmer.” He smirked.

@✪ Jung Yunho After vehement protest, Sena had been dragged to a night club in Trevi district. His friend had promised he wouldn't leave him and that, most importantly, he would pay for his drinks. Naturally, neither of those promises had been kept. The music was okay here but Sena just couldn't get used to the vibe of the place. Something about it made his skin crawl. Perhaps it was a mix of jealousy seeing all those people laughing and drinking, spending in one night as much as Sena typically spent in a week. Perhaps it was the fake, polite smiles everyone wore on their faces. "Ugh.", Sena groaned and took out his phone to fix his make up. Then, half way through reapplying his lipstick he stopped. What was he even fixing his makeup for? The vibes were off, so it was time to go home. He just needed to find his stupid friend and give them their phone, then he would leave. "ing hell.", he muttered under his breath and angrily swept his long hair back. He had come all the way here, dressed up and all, and his friend had left before even buying him a single drink.

"Hm." Sena stopped, lips pursing in thought. The lipstick was dropped into his bag. Maybe he should get himself one drink... How much could it be? He had 10$ on him somewhere, surely that would get him something. Cheered up by the thought of alcohol, he postponed finding his friend and headed for the bar. To his surprise there was no money. The bartender simply reassured him that they could make virtually anything. ing great, but how much would that cost? How could they not even put prices anywhere? ".", he muttered out loud. The bartender blinked and leaned forward. "Sorry?" - "Oh, nothing. Uhm." Sena frowned and tugged at the tips of his hair in thought. '...This is so embarrassing.', e thought to himself, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. Luckily it was dark in here. "What can I... what can I get for 10$?" The bartender looked at Sena as if he had misheard, and the pink-haired males face got a little redder. "Oh, well, we have shots of tequila for 9$. Can I get you one of those?" Now it was Sena's turn to stare at the other in surprise. 'Wow. This is so ing ridiculous.'

Embarrassed as it was, and annoyed that he couldn't get a proper drink, Sena curtly shook his head and turned to leave. More than a controlled, planned movement it was an abrupt act with the prime goal being to escape the situation. He didn't look for 'traffic' and walked right into someone. Sena in air sharply as he felt a cool liquid sook the front of his clothes. "!", he cursed and without looking at whom he had ran into started to wipe at his clothes. As if that would help.