“Aww dear, just look at you. Looking as marvelous as always.”

“I may be marvelous but you are mesmerizing, Yukkuri Hyung.”

“But people here are mesmerized by you, Jaehyun.”

The said man chuckles and shakes his head as he says, “That's because they haven't landed their eyes on you.”

Now it was the Japanese male's turn to shake head. “That doesn't matter. All eyes will always be on you since you're the star and everyone knows it. Even Madame Irene acknowledges it. You're not her favorite for no reason.”

“As if she doesn't insist on you coming out of curtains and moving your body on the stage.” Jaehyun snaps sarcastically yet playfully.

Yuta moves his hands in the air and chuckles at the sarcastic compliment. “Oh no, no. I'm here good with just polishing your beauty.” He declares while finishing the glittery touch on Jaehyun's eyelids.

“Jaehyun! You were supposed to be performing by now. What are you still doing in the dressing room? Get yourself done and get on the floor.” One of the staff called loudly from the outside of the room.

“Okay and now I guess you're polished enough. Now go on and rock on.” Yuta insists and the latter couldn't help but hug the makeup artist as softly.

“Thank you Hyung.” Jaehyun said as they pulled back and then he took a final view at his reflection in the mirror before exhaling and making his way to the dance floor in delight.

He had always been delighted by the stage, spotlight and stardom. And the stage he always danced on did bring him spotlight and stardom. But it never brought him delight. And how could he be even delighted by the stage which was to showcase his body over talent. The audience, the people that were mesmerized by him were not actually mesmerized by him. They weren't even mesmerized.

They were just a bunch of rich people lusting over Jaehyun's exposed collarbones, thighs and glittery eyes. And probably dreamt of having one nightstands as well. Or numerous nightstands. Who knew?

But good to Jaehyun's fortune, Madam Irene's was just a bar and Madam Irene kept it that way. Yes, Jaehyun was a bar dancer and one of the most popular and appreciated one in the entire bar.

And, the bar itself was one of the famous and top standard bars in the town. Madam Irene's was not a place where a broken highschooler could get wasted. It was a place where high class rich people came to please their eyes by raving them on these professional dancers. Yes, all the bar staff, from sweepers to singers, dancers to bartenders, were very experienced and skilled at their duties. Many of the employees had ditched their previous respective jobs to join in here as the paycheck they were getting here was way higher than they could get in any other label or outsourcing meaning that Jaehyun's paycheck was high as well.

But no matter how fascinating, famous, desired or stable he was, in the end, he was a bar dancer, which was a disgusting stain on his identity that can never be erased no matter how strong his sanitizer was.

He tried to improve, move from this place but all the labels and agencies he tried to join, rejected him. And that's just because of his background. Even if behaved well, danced well and even sung harmonically to cover up the plus points, him being known as a bar dancer came before anything else and this sickening fact never let anything else come in the picture.

“And here our charming angel comes whom everyone was waiting for, please welcome our hot and stunning dancer, Jaehyun!” The bar's master of communication announced as Jaehyun appeared on the stage and garnered attention.

A series of applause and husky whistles came as soon as the petite dancer started moving his body with the rhythm.

Well, it was not as if Jaehyun wasn't grateful for what he had. But, he just wished if people could actually appreciate him for his hard work. Jaehyun practiced and practiced a lot to improve his skills. He even choreographed his own expressive dance style instead of doing those typical seductive dance moves. Only if his audience could think of him more than just as a decorated doll.

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It was almost midnight when Jaehyun was finished with his shift and started leaving for home. Well, it always gets midnight as he had late night shifts which made it a bit hard for him to get home alone regularly. But he couldn't complain as it was his own choice to not live at the bar anymore.

He might have grown inside the bar as it was his boss and other seniors that raised him, but after he grew more and became more independent, he chose to have a home of his own so he could live his personal time in a place which wasn't labelled negatively.

“Hey sweetheart. How much for a night?” Jaehyun hears a drunk man in tux murmuring to him as he exits the bar. Jaehyun just ignored the man and kept walking steadily.

“Pretty much in a rush? We can take it slow baby. You should not disappoint your client like this.” Jaehyun hears the voice again, as well as the footsteps behind him. The man was freaking following him.

The dancer began to panic but this time he replied to turn the man's offer down. “I'm not what you're thinking.”

“What do you think, what I think?” The sound came nearer.

“I don't sell my body.” Jaehyun confirmed and tried to speed up his walking but his body entirely got stunned when a hard grip went onto his wrist.

“You kidding me? You can let us roam our eyes on your body for money then why not let us roam our hands as well?”

Slap!

“Keep your hands off of me you fucktard!” Jaehyun spat and the man just looked for a moment in shock while holding his cheek.