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[247junhoe-blog]

knock knock

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Performing on the stage in Dark Paradise was somehow more pleasant than private shows, though these ones brought a much bigger profit into his wallet. Despite doing it for quite a few years now, each time Junhoe still had to step out of his comfort zone to became June. When he arrived at his workplace, ready to slip off his dully casual clothes and throw on the raunchy attire, he was stopped in his tracks by his boss. It was enough to unsettle him, but all the worries racing across his head were dispelled once he was told he would be swaying his hips elsewhere tonight. Another hens party. Without a word, the man only sighed and grabbed the piece of paper with the address scribbled on it. As he picked up his bag, the employer informed him about one more thing — a policeman uniform was specifically requested. He could never get why people found it so alluring.

After he put on the very authentic-looking officer outfit he had already worn countless times in the past, he was prepared to grin and bear it for the money. Hopefully an hour or two and he’d be free to go. Thankfully, there was a cab waiting for him, so he didn’t have to prace around the city in this disguise. The driver dropped him off meters away from the gate and with a closer glance he easily recognized Macheon Hill. It was a good sign. The bride-to-be and her friends surely would be lavish.

Getting out of the car, the security guard gave him a cold glare with a drop of confusion. But he wasn’t too probing, luckily. Junhoe revealed the place’s number and the other opened the gate, with the same perplexed expression. He was probably cudgeling his brains to figure out why the community resident would be visited by a cop. Strolling by the expensive houses, he almost got lost in his thoughts as he pondered what would it be like to live in such a ritzy area. He didn’t complain about his own condo, but it couldn’t be compared with something as grand.

And there it was. The fourth lane. From the outside the house seemed oddly calm, but maybe the actual party hadn’t started yet. Briefly dusting off his shirt, he then fixed his hat and rang the bell. A forced smirk rested on his lips and his brow impishly arched.

[seunghyun247-blog]

the sharpest lives are the deadliest || sohee+tabi

It was a Gala, the reopening of a magnificent parlor, adorned with art pieces from all over the world, paintings and sculptures and poetry, so naturally when Seunghyun had first heard about it, he knew he wanted to go. He loved art, despite his inability to create any of it, loved the finesse and elegance he himself never felt like he could achieve. He'd always been like that, admiring things he couldn't ever touch. Now that he had status and wealth however, he could at least get a little closer. The Gala included five stories, giant staircases with massive glittery chandeliers hanging from the ceiling-- almost works of art themselves. Even the people, everyone dressed to the nines in suits or dresses; here was the place for the truly upscale.

He and Sohee, lead each other around, their arms looped together so that no matter what they did, they stood side by side. Sometimes they really paid attention to what they were looking at, but then other times it felt like they were the only two kids in a room filled with staunchy adults, making lude jokes under their breaths and avoiding eye-contact with some people. It was fun for Seunghyun because he knew she really did appreciate what they were there for, but also knew how to make light of things as well. He always enjoyed being in her company, she made him laugh, even when she was just being soft spoken and sweet.

Seunghyun pulled her along to look over at a mess of a sculpture that looked like a big pile of chairs all cluttered and lumped together. "Huh.. I like this, this is funny," he grinned, thinking it quite clever. "It's chairs sitting on each other, that's ironic. How much is this, do we know if this stuff is for sale?" He leaned over to read the description, trying to find a price tag. "I feel like I always need more artsy things in my apartment."

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