( fists up )
@247xyifan
he performs here quite a bit, if anything has garnered himself a good number of ‘followers’ here and he’s more or less acquainted with the owner and the bartenders which is a huge perk on his end of the spectrum.
for tonight’s performance he decides to go with something a little more sultry and performs ‘cater 2 u’ ; it’s a little bit seductive but jongdae’s good at that to some extent –– he’s a performer after all, the persona he puts on stage is compiled of his confidence. but he feels an uncomfortable gaze from the audience and from the corner of his eye he spots a man clad in a blue button down shirt and he’s practically staring at jongdae –– piercing him with his eyes even, and jongdae shifts uncomfortably before he turns to look away.
“thank you,” he says into the mic once he’s done, smiling slightly and he’s responded to by some applause. he’s walking towards the bar to get a drink, when he’s stopped by the man from before, the one that had been looking at him from the same stage.
“hi?” jongdae says, slightly unsure as to how to respond to him.
“wanna have a drink?” the guy asks and jongdae isn’t even in the least bit flattered. if anything he’s creeped out because this guy is too close and too overwhelming and jongdae is really the kind of guy who’d prefer to have his time alone.
so he declines, says a curt ‘sorry’, only to be stopped once more. but this time the man has his hand on jongdae’s shoulder and his grip is tight and probably illegal. “hey, come on. let’s have a drink. a quick one. hmmmm.”
“what the fuck,” and jongdae’s never been too good at filtering his words. “don’t touch me –– dude the fuck ––”