[Team Four] Double life

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eoryndal's fic made me write Chanyeol the real hilarious stripper, but it has veered off. LOL I suck.


"I think that can be arranged," Chanyeol hears Baekhyun say, as he runs a finger across Chanyeol's still naked back. Chanyeol shivers and not just from the touch. He's pretty sure Baekhyun could easily produce a sparkly male thongs with Hello Kitty over the front of it.

Minseok laughing rancorously clearly means he thinks the same. Baekhyun does wear these panties-like male underwear with colorful waist bands and even more colorful pouches and not only on stage. Chanyeol knows if he turned around to watch him move around the dressing room now, he'd see it too.

"I ..." he starts. He was just joking. He'd do a lot to get a nice tip, but there is a limit.

"I think before you go that far, you should learn how to dance, just a bit. That could help. Not that the lost gangly puppy act is not attractive, but this is a strip club."

Chanyeol splutters. Even six months later, this is an almost sensitive topic. He can't be that bad if they hired him, can he? Or he's hot enough that what he does on stage doesn't matter. He can live with that. It's not like he has a lot of time. Between his classes, tutoring and this job, he barely gets enough time for homework and studying. It's not like he plans on making this his permanent way of earning his upkeep. It's just temporary.

"I'll consider the suggestion," he settles on at least, pulling a t-shirt over his head and finally turning around to watch as Baekhyun touches up his make up. Chanyeol is done for the night, but Baekhyun is not, and he seems to be upping his glitter game as he chuckles at Chanyeol from the corner of his eyes.

Minseok shakes his head from where he is hopping on one leg, trying to fit his other into his next costume.

"You know, being bad at stripping and flirting on stage is one thing," he wheezes, voice low. "You're still a rookie and have bit more of a limb on you than you can handle even on a good day walking down the street. But the fact you can't even tell when someone who you've been crushing on for months now is flirting with you off stage, that's just sad. That was clearly an offer."

Chanyeol stares. At Minseok and then at Baekhyun. Minseok has managed to pull the tight leather pants to his mid-thighs by now and Baekhyun's gotten up to put on a kitty costume of all things, humming under his breath quietly.

"An offer of what?" Chanyeol gets out, and he knows his ears are red. He hates that even after several months of seeing Baekhyun with kitty ears, stretching like a cat makes his stomach clench. Pus since when does Minseok know about ... about, about Chanyeol finding Baekhyun attractive.

"To teach you how to dance, how to make a show out of a strip tease. I suppose with lots of demonstrations," Minseok finishes, raising an eyebrow. He laughs seeing how Chanyeol's neck gets red too and Chanyeol hides his face into his hands.

He'd really ... like that. He's never really hung out with Baekhyun outside of the strip club. He doesn't know much about him besides the fact he's probably a student too. Chanyeol's seen Japanese text book once, when Baekhyun wasn't fast enough to hide it. He's always thought Baekhyun doesn't want to associate with people from his work outside it, wants to keep it separate from his every day life. Chanyeol can understand. He's not so strict about it; everyone knows he studies architecture, that he has a sister and that he loves to play guitar in his free time, but he doesn't know how he would react if he met Minseok while shopping for vegetables with his roommate in his favorite small grocery store with the cute old owner who knows them by names and gives them extra home made kimchi every time she sees them.

So the thought that maybe Baekhyun is offering to breach that line, which he seems to guard so strictly despite clearly getting on so well with Chanyeol as they joke around and play off each other between numbers, is .... he gets tangled up in his thoughts and by the time he opens his eyes, Minseok is all dressed and patting his side consolingly, and only a little like he thinks Chanyeol's hopeless, and Baekhyun's on stage.

Chanyeol can't stay to wait and revise his answer to Baekhyun. He has a class at eight in the morning and still a good forty minutes of bike ride to get to his tiny flat before he can crash and sleep.


The tutoring job doesn't pay as well as stripping does, but it has better hours. Chanyeol needs the money and feels a little like it helps him retain knowledge that might otherwise slip between his fingers if it lay unused. And math, he can do math in his sleep, loves the way numbers almost always make sense and come through for him. So he agrees to take on another student, setting up the first meeting for that afternoon in the library, and doesn't even scroll all the way down the email to check the name and the major. He'll learn both soon enough and his new student will easily find him at the corner reserved for tutoring in the library.

He sits down, pulling a book he's been reading out of his back pack, and tries to find a comfortable position, not stretching his long legs too much as to encroach on the space under the table meant for his student who'd be sitting opposite of him, but enough so that they're not cramped. He sighs, leaning back, and he may have leaned back a bit too much, but also Byun Baekhyun's just rounded a corner with a piece of paper from the student center in one hand and calculus textbook in the other. He looks up, and Chanyeol falls off the chair.

"You know what, dance lessons are probably time wasted on you," is what Baekhyun says as he approaches. He's amused, but he also looks nervous and thrown off, just like Chanyeol is. He wants to ask 'you go here?' but he may have knocked his breath off with his fall so he doesn't, instead just screeches. Baekhyun sighs, dropping the book and coming around the table to help Chanyeol sit up and hit his back rather hard.

"Ugh nkdfn," Chanyeol says instead of thanks.

"God, I hope you're better at math than at taking your clothes off," Baekhyun comments, forcing his shoulders to relax. Chanyeol manages a wide, wide smile.

"Let me impress you this time," he says. Baekhyun looks down, and Chanyeol might be wrong, but it looks like his cheeks are a bit more red.

He still recovers faster than Chanyeol gets up off the ground. He sits down on the chair opposite of Chanyeol, brandishing a pen like a weapon that he points at Chanyeol, flicking his wrist.

"I'd like to see you try."


It's your turn, yunsias. Good luck.

Comments

[eoryndal.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to say that I loved this and I'm sorry my comment is so late. I'm happy my fic inspired something that made me smile and laugh several times while reading. The thought of Chanyeol flailing his gangly limbs on stage of an actual strip club is wonderfully hilarious (and yeah, the lost puppy act would totally work on me, too >.< )

Also, Minseok. Who's basically the Channing Tatum of Exo, just saying c:

[singilu.livejournal.com]

ngl i was thinking abt chanyeol the stripper since bbh gave him the money but your fic solidified the need :D


Anyway here's a bad attempt of speed finishing this story on twitter if you'd like (https://twitter.com/singilus/status/691350510964756480)

Also lol abt Minseok. true facts.

thank you <333