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[Team Four] Courage and Other Infinite Things
Hi~ This is my first time shiritori-ing >.< I was planning to write a lot of SuKai but instead this BaekYeol sneaked in, so there was nothing I could do.
In which Baekhyun tries to blow some money on a private lapdance. Somewhat inspired by Chanyeol's Seoul Music Awards 방뛰기방방 performance.
“My courage is infinite! Infinite, I tell you,” Baekhyun whispered to himself in the firmest voice he could manage, clutching his thick wallet in totally not shaking hands. “My wallet's infinite, too. I got this.”
And he pushed the door to the club open.
His glasses fogged over and he started sweating in his winter coat right away. Blinking lighty and loud noises of people conversing over the thumping bass washed over him, leaving him momentarily dizzy. When he removed his glasses so he could actually see something, it was different than he'd expected.
There were no poles on the stage, for one. There were no plush sofas on which he'd imagined people got lapdances and whatnot. In fact, the only seats were the high stools at the bar most of which were occupied by chatting people with beers and other drinks in front of them. Baekhyun was surprised to see so many girls. He wasn't sure they were allowed in but maybe tonight was a mixed night. Did they have something like that, mixed nights?
A sweep of the spotlights and a loud flourish of drums coming from the speakers got people's attention. Along with the other patrons, Baekhyun turned his head towards the stage.
“Who here's excited to see Chanyeol tonight?” A guy on stage called into the microphone he was holding and earned a wave of enthusiastic cheers from the crowd. “Haha, I know you are. So give it up! Forrrrr! Chanyeooool!”
Baekhyun applauded like everyone else. By the change of the atmosphere, he must have gotten here just in time to see one of the star performers. Lucky!
The guy who marched onto the stage in huge steps now (thanks to his long, long legs) was wearing a lot more layers than Baekhyun had expected, but then again, it figured he needed something to take off, he couldn't come out already wearing a glittering thong.
The music picked up, the beat becoming more pronounced, the bass heavier, and the guy started with a rap performance that wasn't half bad for a stripper. In fact, it was so good that Baekhyun found himself more and more impressed and wondered why the guy wasn't doing music as his main thing. Well, maybe he was and the stripping was just something he did on the side and Baekhyun shouldn't be assuming things about someone he didn't know–
And then the large, heavy-looking peacoat came off, flung aside as Chanyeol neared the edge of the stage to engage with the audience that had gathered around him. Under the coat, he was wearing ripped jeans with a tight fit that Baekhyun appreciated hotly for showing off those long legs, and, what he thought was rather unusual for a stripper, a turtleneck sweater.
Chanyeol continued rapping into the microphone and seemed in no mood to strip any further.
But this part Baekhyun was 100% sure about. He knew how this worked. You give them money, they take off their clothes.
He pushed through the crowd until he was right in front Chanyeol (or rather sort of half underneath him because the stage was so high and Chanyeol on his long legs was even higher). But he bent down and plucked the handful of banknotes out of Baekhyun's eagerly outstretched hands.
“This is it,” Baekhyun thought, a hot rush of confidence slamming into his veins as Chanyeol's sparkling eyes met his for a second. Chanyeol's lips parted into a huge smile even as they kept kissing the mike with every syllable they formed in quick succession.
Baekhyun just knew from the look Chanyeol had given him that he'd somehow secured this hot stripper's attention for the night. And, well, although it did confuse him that none of his remaining clothes came off, not even the creme-coloured turtleneck, there was nothing that could deter him in his conviction that he wouldn't be walking out of here without at least a private lapdance.
Chanyeol disappeared backstage and the next performer was announced. Baekhyun didn't listen. He moved over to the bar and ordered a beer, firmly believing that he'd already seen the best this evening had to offer him. Sure, the reason he'd come here in the first place was Joonmyun's incessant gushing. But Baekhyun didn't care about some broad-shouldered, sinfully young looking guy with “the roundest ass I've seen in my life” or that other “beautiful Adonis” whose lips Baekhyun was sure featured in many of Joonmyun's wet dreams. No, let Joonmyun have them. Baekhyun's head was already overflowing with images of big, strong hands gripping a microphone, long legs bending, hips swaying, head bobbing to the beat, that gorgeous smile blooming in the second of their interaction...
“Hey, there you are.” A deep voice flowed into Baekhyun's core and made his diaphragm vibrate. Chanyeol. He slid effortlessly into the high stool next to Baekhyun and flagged the bartender down for a beer.
“Haven't seen you here before. Can I take it I got a new fan today?” Chanyeol grinned confidently and took a swig from the glass the bartender placed in front of him.
He was still wearing the turtleneck from before but the arm he had resting casually on the counter top was bare till the elbow, sleeves pushed up. He was all gorgeous skin, glowing golden in the dimmed light from the bar and stretching taut over sinew and muscle. Black letters in ink ran up the side, spelling out words in a language that didn't make sense in Baekhyun's befuddled mind. They bewitched him nonetheless.
It wasn't like him to be this tongue-tied. Joonmyun often scolded him for being a loud-mouth, but he couldn't even utter a peep right now. Not when images of those strong arms pushing him down on a bed were on replay in his mind.
“So star-struck? That's a yes then?” Chanyeol chuckled at him and shook his head teasingly. “You're something else. You weren't so shy earlier. I know I'm a rap god but I've never had someone throw money at me. In all my four years of performing here.”
“Yeah, but the... and the...” Baekhyun stuttered, throwing a thumb over his shoulder towards the club doors and then waving vaguely at his glass of beer. From Chanyeol's rising eyebrows and blank look, Baekhyun knew he wasn't exactly getting his point across that the low entrance fee and the prices for the drinks could hardly be enough to pay for the strippers. Didn't they usually make most of their money from crisp banknotes stuffed under the elastic of their tiny shorts?
Oh god, Chanyeol and his miles and miles of legs in tiny shorts...
Anyway. That guy obviously enjoyed seeing his clients all flustered, and, yeah, he was infuriatingly hot, but Baekhyun had enough. He was a man with a mission. A man with a mission and infinite courage and a full wallet. He shouldn't be swooning, he should be asserting himself.
He pulled himself up, gripped his drink for support, and even though he could feel heat rising to his cheeks, spoke in a very firm voice. “How much for a lapdance?”
Chanyeol choked a little on his beer. “What?” he coughed out.
“How much for a lapdance,” Baekhyun repeated, slightly impatient. “Private,” he added, but Chanyeol still stared at him like he was trying to make his eyes pop out by sheer force of will. Baekhyun tapped his fingers on his thigh as an outlet for his irritation.
“Let me be very open, I know you're hot so you must be pretty expensive and I imagine your usual clients are some high-class business suit types and I may not look like it but I just got my first paycheck after my raise, and not to boast but I'm pretty sure whatever the price, I can afford it.”
Chanyeol's eyebrows had drawn together, creating a steep furrow on his brow. It looked very hot in a fierce way, but it was, again, not what Baekhyun had been expecting. Chanyeol opened his (distractingly pretty) mouth and said slowly. “You think I'm a... a what? A stripper?”
“Well, yeah. Obviously.” Now Baekhyun was just getting frustrated. “This is a strip club. A gay strip club, might I add. What are all these girls doing here? Not that I don't like girls but I honestly expected this whole thing to be a little different! If you don't do private stuff, fine, you could just tell me instead of looking at me like I grew a second – and what's so funny?”
Around the middle of Baekhyun's tirade, understanding had visibly dawned on Chanyeol's face and his frown had smoothed out and brightened up into an explosion of laughter. Baekhyun waited (slightly miffed) for the other to catch his bearings, wipe the tears of laughter from his eyes, and explain what the motherfucking hell was so god damn funny.
“You're in the wrong club, man,” Chanyeol wheezed.
“But-” Joonmyun had given clear and easy instructions how to get here.
“This is a music bar. The strip club is right next door. The entrances are close together, so I guess you just took the wrong door,” Chanyeol explained and his laughter started up again.
And this time, Baekhyun laughed with him.
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” he screeched between the hysterical laughs that shook him until he got a hiccup.
“It's fine, it's fine. I'm kinda flattered. One thing, though.” Chanyeol tried very hard to make a serious face but it kept twitching like he was about to burst into laughter again. He sang. “You can give me money, diamonds and pearls~ But you can't buy my love for no money in the world~”
“Aah, stop it, I get it, I get it,” Baekhyun whined and bonked his head onto the counter top. Bad idea. His forehead landed in something sticky that smelled of rancid alcohol. He pulled his most disgusted face and tried to rub the sticky stuff off his forehead. “Ewwwww.”
“You're so cute, though. Ridiculously cute. When you appeared in front of the stage, ahh...” Chanyeol mused, watching him with his chin propped up in his palm, looking so handsome.
Baekhyun stopped rubbing his forehead. There was probably a red spot forming, if not some nasty residue still sticking to his skin. He didn't feel very cute at all, keenly aware of how he'd embarrassed himself in several ways throughout the evening.
But.
Chanyeol was flirting with him.
Baekhyun pulled himself together, giving himself a mental pep talk. All was not lost. His wallet luckily didn't matter anymore but his courage was still infinite. Infinite times two even. (Yeah, times two, screw you, algebra!)
“Right,” Baekhyun said, putting a grin on his face, “so what's the chance of people as cute as me getting private lapdances from people as hot as you?” He tried to wink cutely, although his eyes didn't quite cooperate, but his flirting game was on, oh yeah.
Chanyeol laughed, in that full, deep voice of his, and leaned closer with one of his big hands splayed on Baekhyun's thigh. The other hand curled around the side of Baekhyun's neck as Chanyeol brought his lips close to Baekhyun's ear. His fingers grazed the most ticklish spot on Baekhyun's neck and Baekhyun squirmed, curling into himself with a pleased little squeak.
And yet, he didn't miss the way Chanyeol whispered hotly in his ear. “I think that can be arranged.”
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In which Baekhyun tries to blow some money on a private lapdance. Somewhat inspired by Chanyeol's Seoul Music Awards 방뛰기방방 performance.
“My courage is infinite! Infinite, I tell you,” Baekhyun whispered to himself in the firmest voice he could manage, clutching his thick wallet in totally not shaking hands. “My wallet's infinite, too. I got this.”
And he pushed the door to the club open.
His glasses fogged over and he started sweating in his winter coat right away. Blinking lighty and loud noises of people conversing over the thumping bass washed over him, leaving him momentarily dizzy. When he removed his glasses so he could actually see something, it was different than he'd expected.
There were no poles on the stage, for one. There were no plush sofas on which he'd imagined people got lapdances and whatnot. In fact, the only seats were the high stools at the bar most of which were occupied by chatting people with beers and other drinks in front of them. Baekhyun was surprised to see so many girls. He wasn't sure they were allowed in but maybe tonight was a mixed night. Did they have something like that, mixed nights?
A sweep of the spotlights and a loud flourish of drums coming from the speakers got people's attention. Along with the other patrons, Baekhyun turned his head towards the stage.
“Who here's excited to see Chanyeol tonight?” A guy on stage called into the microphone he was holding and earned a wave of enthusiastic cheers from the crowd. “Haha, I know you are. So give it up! Forrrrr! Chanyeooool!”
Baekhyun applauded like everyone else. By the change of the atmosphere, he must have gotten here just in time to see one of the star performers. Lucky!
The guy who marched onto the stage in huge steps now (thanks to his long, long legs) was wearing a lot more layers than Baekhyun had expected, but then again, it figured he needed something to take off, he couldn't come out already wearing a glittering thong.
The music picked up, the beat becoming more pronounced, the bass heavier, and the guy started with a rap performance that wasn't half bad for a stripper. In fact, it was so good that Baekhyun found himself more and more impressed and wondered why the guy wasn't doing music as his main thing. Well, maybe he was and the stripping was just something he did on the side and Baekhyun shouldn't be assuming things about someone he didn't know–
And then the large, heavy-looking peacoat came off, flung aside as Chanyeol neared the edge of the stage to engage with the audience that had gathered around him. Under the coat, he was wearing ripped jeans with a tight fit that Baekhyun appreciated hotly for showing off those long legs, and, what he thought was rather unusual for a stripper, a turtleneck sweater.
Chanyeol continued rapping into the microphone and seemed in no mood to strip any further.
But this part Baekhyun was 100% sure about. He knew how this worked. You give them money, they take off their clothes.
He pushed through the crowd until he was right in front Chanyeol (or rather sort of half underneath him because the stage was so high and Chanyeol on his long legs was even higher). But he bent down and plucked the handful of banknotes out of Baekhyun's eagerly outstretched hands.
“This is it,” Baekhyun thought, a hot rush of confidence slamming into his veins as Chanyeol's sparkling eyes met his for a second. Chanyeol's lips parted into a huge smile even as they kept kissing the mike with every syllable they formed in quick succession.
Baekhyun just knew from the look Chanyeol had given him that he'd somehow secured this hot stripper's attention for the night. And, well, although it did confuse him that none of his remaining clothes came off, not even the creme-coloured turtleneck, there was nothing that could deter him in his conviction that he wouldn't be walking out of here without at least a private lapdance.
Chanyeol disappeared backstage and the next performer was announced. Baekhyun didn't listen. He moved over to the bar and ordered a beer, firmly believing that he'd already seen the best this evening had to offer him. Sure, the reason he'd come here in the first place was Joonmyun's incessant gushing. But Baekhyun didn't care about some broad-shouldered, sinfully young looking guy with “the roundest ass I've seen in my life” or that other “beautiful Adonis” whose lips Baekhyun was sure featured in many of Joonmyun's wet dreams. No, let Joonmyun have them. Baekhyun's head was already overflowing with images of big, strong hands gripping a microphone, long legs bending, hips swaying, head bobbing to the beat, that gorgeous smile blooming in the second of their interaction...
“Hey, there you are.” A deep voice flowed into Baekhyun's core and made his diaphragm vibrate. Chanyeol. He slid effortlessly into the high stool next to Baekhyun and flagged the bartender down for a beer.
“Haven't seen you here before. Can I take it I got a new fan today?” Chanyeol grinned confidently and took a swig from the glass the bartender placed in front of him.
He was still wearing the turtleneck from before but the arm he had resting casually on the counter top was bare till the elbow, sleeves pushed up. He was all gorgeous skin, glowing golden in the dimmed light from the bar and stretching taut over sinew and muscle. Black letters in ink ran up the side, spelling out words in a language that didn't make sense in Baekhyun's befuddled mind. They bewitched him nonetheless.
It wasn't like him to be this tongue-tied. Joonmyun often scolded him for being a loud-mouth, but he couldn't even utter a peep right now. Not when images of those strong arms pushing him down on a bed were on replay in his mind.
“So star-struck? That's a yes then?” Chanyeol chuckled at him and shook his head teasingly. “You're something else. You weren't so shy earlier. I know I'm a rap god but I've never had someone throw money at me. In all my four years of performing here.”
“Yeah, but the... and the...” Baekhyun stuttered, throwing a thumb over his shoulder towards the club doors and then waving vaguely at his glass of beer. From Chanyeol's rising eyebrows and blank look, Baekhyun knew he wasn't exactly getting his point across that the low entrance fee and the prices for the drinks could hardly be enough to pay for the strippers. Didn't they usually make most of their money from crisp banknotes stuffed under the elastic of their tiny shorts?
Oh god, Chanyeol and his miles and miles of legs in tiny shorts...
Anyway. That guy obviously enjoyed seeing his clients all flustered, and, yeah, he was infuriatingly hot, but Baekhyun had enough. He was a man with a mission. A man with a mission and infinite courage and a full wallet. He shouldn't be swooning, he should be asserting himself.
He pulled himself up, gripped his drink for support, and even though he could feel heat rising to his cheeks, spoke in a very firm voice. “How much for a lapdance?”
Chanyeol choked a little on his beer. “What?” he coughed out.
“How much for a lapdance,” Baekhyun repeated, slightly impatient. “Private,” he added, but Chanyeol still stared at him like he was trying to make his eyes pop out by sheer force of will. Baekhyun tapped his fingers on his thigh as an outlet for his irritation.
“Let me be very open, I know you're hot so you must be pretty expensive and I imagine your usual clients are some high-class business suit types and I may not look like it but I just got my first paycheck after my raise, and not to boast but I'm pretty sure whatever the price, I can afford it.”
Chanyeol's eyebrows had drawn together, creating a steep furrow on his brow. It looked very hot in a fierce way, but it was, again, not what Baekhyun had been expecting. Chanyeol opened his (distractingly pretty) mouth and said slowly. “You think I'm a... a what? A stripper?”
“Well, yeah. Obviously.” Now Baekhyun was just getting frustrated. “This is a strip club. A gay strip club, might I add. What are all these girls doing here? Not that I don't like girls but I honestly expected this whole thing to be a little different! If you don't do private stuff, fine, you could just tell me instead of looking at me like I grew a second – and what's so funny?”
Around the middle of Baekhyun's tirade, understanding had visibly dawned on Chanyeol's face and his frown had smoothed out and brightened up into an explosion of laughter. Baekhyun waited (slightly miffed) for the other to catch his bearings, wipe the tears of laughter from his eyes, and explain what the motherfucking hell was so god damn funny.
“You're in the wrong club, man,” Chanyeol wheezed.
“But-” Joonmyun had given clear and easy instructions how to get here.
“This is a music bar. The strip club is right next door. The entrances are close together, so I guess you just took the wrong door,” Chanyeol explained and his laughter started up again.
And this time, Baekhyun laughed with him.
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” he screeched between the hysterical laughs that shook him until he got a hiccup.
“It's fine, it's fine. I'm kinda flattered. One thing, though.” Chanyeol tried very hard to make a serious face but it kept twitching like he was about to burst into laughter again. He sang. “You can give me money, diamonds and pearls~ But you can't buy my love for no money in the world~”
“Aah, stop it, I get it, I get it,” Baekhyun whined and bonked his head onto the counter top. Bad idea. His forehead landed in something sticky that smelled of rancid alcohol. He pulled his most disgusted face and tried to rub the sticky stuff off his forehead. “Ewwwww.”
“You're so cute, though. Ridiculously cute. When you appeared in front of the stage, ahh...” Chanyeol mused, watching him with his chin propped up in his palm, looking so handsome.
Baekhyun stopped rubbing his forehead. There was probably a red spot forming, if not some nasty residue still sticking to his skin. He didn't feel very cute at all, keenly aware of how he'd embarrassed himself in several ways throughout the evening.
But.
Chanyeol was flirting with him.
Baekhyun pulled himself together, giving himself a mental pep talk. All was not lost. His wallet luckily didn't matter anymore but his courage was still infinite. Infinite times two even. (Yeah, times two, screw you, algebra!)
“Right,” Baekhyun said, putting a grin on his face, “so what's the chance of people as cute as me getting private lapdances from people as hot as you?” He tried to wink cutely, although his eyes didn't quite cooperate, but his flirting game was on, oh yeah.
Chanyeol laughed, in that full, deep voice of his, and leaned closer with one of his big hands splayed on Baekhyun's thigh. The other hand curled around the side of Baekhyun's neck as Chanyeol brought his lips close to Baekhyun's ear. His fingers grazed the most ticklish spot on Baekhyun's neck and Baekhyun squirmed, curling into himself with a pleased little squeak.
And yet, he didn't miss the way Chanyeol whispered hotly in his ear. “I think that can be arranged.”
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Also! I know baek isn't interested BUT I AM DYING HERE!!! /begs shamelessly for sukai
But Baekhyun didn't care about some broad-shouldered, sinfully young looking guy with “the roundest ass I've seen in my life” or that other “beautiful Adonis” whose lips Baekhyun was sure featured in many of Joonmyun's wet dreams.
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I know I said this is a BaekYeol but I couldn't help putting that little bit of Sumaknaes in there. Idk if I could write something about them, I'll see what the next round brings? (But then again, you're begging me so how could I nottttttttt ughh this is my weaknesssss uhm uhm no promises! But I'll see what I can do <3 )
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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