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Down the seemingly endless hallway the music was fading with each step taken. It was quieter, dimmer. This particular ambiance never failed to give him the jitters, send the salvo of nervousness across his whole body. But it wasn’t as negative. It couldn’t be. Job needed to be done, checks collected and the more personal dances always guaranteed him some satisfying pay. And it kept him going, even though right now he felt like backtracking and getting a colleague of his to do the work. Performing on the stage in front of the audience was different, yet it also gave him the regular load of tension. By now, he should’ve gotten used to that.

Those little private shows took place away from the strip club’s main tumultuous spot, and there Junhoe was heading. Jet-black hair slicked back, a dash of eye-shadow, skin-tight vinyl pants, equally clinging mesh shirt that would end up on the floor anytime soon — that was his armor of confidence for tonight. Approaching the room where the client was supposed to await him, a sultry tune was intensifying. He pushed the velvet curtain with a delicate motion and paced inside, ditching all his inner turmoil in the dark corridor. Laying his gaze on the man, he inched towards him unhurriedly and with a simper already curving his lips, he leaned forward and purred: “You can call me June.”

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Is Siwoo’s flawless facade breaking at the seams? All he’s been occupying himself with upon his arrival was alcohol and, let’s face it, it can’t end well. Guess he still appreciates a good quagmire but will his management team get him out of whatever he’s about to stagger into?

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pandas don’t like macaroni .

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At all costs Junhoe strained not to engage in any interactions with people he met at his workplace, since in most instances he deemed it downright awkward. Simple as that. But that was a different case. The other night it took him a moment to suspect there might’ve been a faint hint of familiarity in the man who asked for a one-to-one service. On the regular basis his gaze would skim over dozens of faces and his memory was faulty when it came to remembering them, but some were deeply rooted somewhere in his subconscious, especially ones he saw in high school.

Bumping into the male was enough for him to be caught off guard. Thankfully, Junhoe was sufficiently tipsy not to overthink the situation itself or his words. Only upon catching the response he realized how farcical he must’ve sounded declaring pandas have to look cute as heck munching macaroni. “N-no?” He frowned puzzled before offering a sheepish smile. “They’re missing out on a lot then. Unless bamboos are better than that...”