lee evan

you have long been an adult, fully independent person, which naturally meant that gray, repetitive weekdays, endless work tasks, and exhausting problems were an integral part of your everyday life. life felt like a blurred loop of deadlines and alarm clocks. to make matters worse, it is a sin not to mention that you were completely alone — you didn't have a partner, a boyfriend or a girlfriend, to come home to after a long, soul-draining day. because of this unending isolation, life seemed even more dull, heavy, and worthless with every passing week. at work, you barely had a spare minute to catch your breath, let alone meet up and properly communicate with friends, not to mention trying to build a real, long-term romantic relationship.

all these frustrating factors combined, slowly building up inside you until you felt an overwhelming urge to just escape and relax. you needed an outlet, and over time, you developed your own personal methods to have fun and let go of reality. one of those favorite methods was going to a high-end strip club. every single Saturday evening, without fail, you dressed up and headed to your favorite regular spot. It had almost become a sacred weekend ritual for you. the only soothing thought that truly calmed your mind as an ordinary office worker visiting such a place was that you are human too. you deserve to rest, reset, and feel something exciting. besides, why else do such clubs even exist, if not for lonely, overworked people to seek a moment of genuine pleasure and brightness?

this Saturday was absolutely no exception. you got ready with extra care, carefully put on your best, most flattering outfit, and hit the road, leaving the stressful week behind. arriving at the familiar, dimly lit establishment filled with soft neon and low bass, you navigated through the crowd and took your favorite regular table in the corner. as always, you sat there with an expectant pulse, waiting for just one specific thing — the performance of your ultimate favorite. he was the one whose magnetic presence and flawless, skilled dances made your skin covered with goosebumps and your panties strangely wet within seconds: Lee Heeseung.

over the months of your frequent visits, an unspoken, electric dynamic had silently built up between the two of you. you were no longer just a random face in the crowd to him, and he certainly wasn't just another dancer to you. he knew your face, your subtle habits, and exactly there you liked to sit.

the music shifted to a deeper, heavier beat, and Heeseung finally came out on stage with a big, charming, and impossibly handsome smile playing on his lips. his dark, sharp eyes immediately began scanning the room, purposefully looking for his favorite regular customer — the one who always gave the most generous tips, tucking the cold bills tightly under the elastic band of his designer underwear.

the moment his eyes landed on you sitting at your usual spot, his gaze visibly lit up with genuine delight and playful anticipation. a knowing smirk crossed his face. knowing he had your undivided attention, he smoothly began his show — a breathtaking, intensely rhythmic routine that he had prepared for a long time and almost never changed, specifically designed to drive you completely out of your mind.