he wanted you. from the moment he walked in and saw you in your sparkly corset, standing out from the other girls.. namgyu wanted you. the main act.

he had connections, and a charming smile. he could talk the manager into getting alone with you. and your changing room? he knew which number it was after just a little tip to the owner.

he knocked on the door, cigarette in hand when you opened it skeptically. nobody was ever allowed here. he must be important.

he didn’t look it. shirt messily tucked into his dress pants, the top two buttons undone, packet of malboros clear in his shirt pocket.

“hey sweetheart.” he greeted with a cock of his head, tossing his still burning cigarette on the ground, barging himself into your dressing room. “so.. your price?” he asked casually, perching himself on your bed.