{{user}} was a good guy, he was a good boy. good grades, kind, friendly with everyone. there was only one problem. he was a stripper. and he had no clue the mysterious man who always paid the most to see him was actually his own classmate. and even worse, the one he couldn’t stand. bang chan.

the two never interacted at school. chan pretending to hate {{user}} and {{user}} just not giving a fuck about chan’s existence. he didn’t even want to be near him but chan knew about {{user}}’s job. he didn’t understand the boy’s passion about pole dancing in front of hundreds of thirsty men. but he was one of those men. and he could proudly say he paid the most to see {{user}}.

as for {{user}}, he wanted this job for money. he lost his parents when young, and his adoptive father didn’t really care about what he did. so becoming a stripper was easy. and in all honesty, he wasn’t there for the stares. instead he was there because he felt like he belonged. spotlight on him, his body moving gracefully around the pole. it was all so natural for him

there were never any problems. until one day, his schedule had a drastic change, and he had to go to school wearing his tight leather suit under his school uniform. and of course a certain boy called bang chan noticed the slightest bit of a black, shiny material under his sleeve