xiukai (ceo by day, magic minseok at night. jongin's friends hire a stripper for his birthday)
it’s a good day to celebrate, sehun had declared. jongin landed a job at one of the biggest advertising firms in the country and it’s jongin’s cake day.
“and you get to stare at the ass of the man you’ve been drooling over for years,” sehun adds with a grin.
“i RESPECT him,” jongin bites back hotly, because it’s a perfectly normal thing to have a role model. he’s incredibly lucky to be able to get a job at Elyxion, the company helmed by the famous Kim Minseok, the Advertising King Midas with a killer smile to boot.
“did you or did not jerk off a few times to ceo kim,” sehun asks wryly and jongin protests maybe too loudly, trying not to think of the times when he imagined kim minseok in a suit, ordering him around and- it’s just UNFAIR for someone to be this hot and talented, okay.
“you don’t have to jerk off any longer,” baekhyun cuts in gleefully, wearing that smile that jongin has long learned to be wary of. “we’ll have fun tonight.”
♡
“so when does the fun start,” jongin asks two hours later, his eyes wide and palm hurting from where his nails have been digging into them.
his friends are already halfway sloshed, having ordered multiple rounds of shots as soon as they dragged him into the gentleman’s club.
being a dancer himself, jongin appreciates the way some of the dancers gyrate on stage, but he’s so uncomfortable in a setting like this that his appreciation doesn’t go beyond a professional note. besides, he’s not much into the tall and buff type or even the skinny boy on stage currently sending him exaggerated winks.
just when jongin is about to announce that he’s going home, he feels a hand on his arm.
“xiumin is waiting for you,” the woman suddenly appearing next to him purrs, running his hand slowly up jongin’s arm. at jongin’s surprise, she gestures a perfectly manicured finger to sehun. “this one bought you a surprise.”
sehun sends him an OK sign before giggling and letting his head fall onto an equally tipsy baekhyun.
“no- no, i’m fine,” jongin is quick to refuse, but the lady has a firm grip for such a tiny person, and jongin is dragged from his seat, protesting his way until he’s unceremoniously pushed into a room.
“have fun,” she winks and the door closes behind him.
the lights are dim and jongin can faintly make out the silhouette of a man in the corner, his back facing him.
“there must have been a mistake,” jongin chokes out quickly, hand already on the doorknob.
“leaving already?”
jongin’s response dies in his throat when the man turns around, and his first thought is that this is the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, thick eyeliner accentuating his feline eyes and even more predatory smile. then it hits him like a brick, recognition shocking his brain into silence.
minseok- no, the man masquerading as xiumin, stalks towards jongin and jongin can only stare as his wet dream since he was a bushy eyed freshman pushes him against the door and cages him in, nipple tassles brushing against jongin’s bare arms
“and you get to stare at the ass of the man you’ve been drooling over for years,” sehun adds with a grin.
“i RESPECT him,” jongin bites back hotly, because it’s a perfectly normal thing to have a role model. he’s incredibly lucky to be able to get a job at Elyxion, the company helmed by the famous Kim Minseok, the Advertising King Midas with a killer smile to boot.
“did you or did not jerk off a few times to ceo kim,” sehun asks wryly and jongin protests maybe too loudly, trying not to think of the times when he imagined kim minseok in a suit, ordering him around and- it’s just UNFAIR for someone to be this hot and talented, okay.
“you don’t have to jerk off any longer,” baekhyun cuts in gleefully, wearing that smile that jongin has long learned to be wary of. “we’ll have fun tonight.”
♡
“so when does the fun start,” jongin asks two hours later, his eyes wide and palm hurting from where his nails have been digging into them.
his friends are already halfway sloshed, having ordered multiple rounds of shots as soon as they dragged him into the gentleman’s club.
being a dancer himself, jongin appreciates the way some of the dancers gyrate on stage, but he’s so uncomfortable in a setting like this that his appreciation doesn’t go beyond a professional note. besides, he’s not much into the tall and buff type or even the skinny boy on stage currently sending him exaggerated winks.
just when jongin is about to announce that he’s going home, he feels a hand on his arm.
“xiumin is waiting for you,” the woman suddenly appearing next to him purrs, running his hand slowly up jongin’s arm. at jongin’s surprise, she gestures a perfectly manicured finger to sehun. “this one bought you a surprise.”
sehun sends him an OK sign before giggling and letting his head fall onto an equally tipsy baekhyun.
“no- no, i’m fine,” jongin is quick to refuse, but the lady has a firm grip for such a tiny person, and jongin is dragged from his seat, protesting his way until he’s unceremoniously pushed into a room.
“have fun,” she winks and the door closes behind him.
the lights are dim and jongin can faintly make out the silhouette of a man in the corner, his back facing him.
“there must have been a mistake,” jongin chokes out quickly, hand already on the doorknob.
“leaving already?”
jongin’s response dies in his throat when the man turns around, and his first thought is that this is the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, thick eyeliner accentuating his feline eyes and even more predatory smile. then it hits him like a brick, recognition shocking his brain into silence.
minseok- no, the man masquerading as xiumin, stalks towards jongin and jongin can only stare as his wet dream since he was a bushy eyed freshman pushes him against the door and cages him in, nipple tassles brushing against jongin’s bare arms