"Action."

Doors at the far end of the room open. Three men stroll in and walk toward the bed situated on the other side, where a body lay curled up beneath the covers.

They exchange a look. "Well, seems we found something better than just money." One says gruffly.

The other two chuckle and all three continue to advance.

But their voices have reached the person lying in the bed. Slowly, the body raises, revealing a man with long, black hair. naked, which only excites the other three more.

"Who-" the man starts to say, but cut off when the leader of the trio smacks a crowbar into his other hand. The man's eyes grow round with fear.

"Such a pretty thing, lying here all alone." The man sneers. "Tell me, pretty angel, who left you here unprotected?"

Angel gasps and tries to back away, pulling the blankets up to cover himself. "P-Please..."

His pathetic whimpers are ignored.

There's nowhere for him to flee to. The only exit is the door that now lies on the other side of the three intruders and it would take too long for him to try and force the window open.

He's trapped... and all he can do is pray they won't kill him when they are done with him...

~~

The music almost screams in the building with how loud it is. The base rattles glasses, the techno sounds make heads pound, but that doesn't stop anyone from having a good time as they cram together on the dance floor.

Everything smells of booze, sweat, and sex.

Wooyoung tips his head back and smiles when a pair of hands grabs his waist. He looks just long enough to see that the guy is mildly attractive, so he spins around to face him and lifts one finger to place it under his chin.

There's no point in trying to talk. Everything at this club is communicated purely through body language.

And Wooyoung is an open book.

He flashes a sultry smile while dragging his fingers down the man's chest. A thrill shoots through him when he sees the man shudder.

Then the grip on his waist tightens and Wooyoung gasps. He's yanked forward until he presses tightly against the man's body.

One hand immediately finds his ass and Wooyoung's doesn't even bother trying to correct it. If anything he leans into the touch and lets out a moan while tilting his head back.

Lips find his neck. The pleasure is so strong, Wooyoung fists the man's shirt to cling to him.

Soon they are grinding against each other amidst the throng of twisted, sweaty limbs.

Wooyoung's mind slips away and a twisted smile tears across his face.

This is his kind of high.

This is what he craves.

Someone comes by carrying a tray of drinks and the man is quick to grab two. He downs one while offering the other to Wooyoung, who swallows his in one gulp as well.

Whatever that drink was, it was strong and Wooyoung feels the buzz in his head.

Yes. Just a little further.

He sways in place and giggles while looping an arm around the man's neck. Then he lifts a leg and the man instantly grabs his thigh, keeping it lifted from the ground.

With just one look, one hungry, lust-filled look...

Wooyoung knows he's won.

~~

"Are you sure you can't meet up today?" Wooyoung says with a defeated sigh.

"Sorry, Sangie and I have a prior engagement." San's tone is sad coming through the phone. "You know we would in a heartbeat."

"Yeah, I know." Wooyoung rolls onto his side and curls into a little ball. He'd really been hoping he wouldn't have to spend the day alone, but apparently the universe has other plans.

"You have a day off, take advantage of it, Wooyoung. I know your job is... challenging... but take today to do something you want to do."

Wooyoung hangs up after agreeing, not willing to admit to his friend that the only thing he wants to do is get high or drunk.

Especially when a text comes through from him.

'I'll see you tomorrow, Angel. Don't be late.'

Closing his eyes, Wooyoung tosses his phone away.

He hates days off for this very reason. He has nothing to fill the empty hours of the day.

Anyone else he knows is working.

Then one idea hit him and he rolls out of bed and into his giant walk-in closet. Rows and rows of designer clothes greet him, which he brushes his fingers over as he walks past each one.

He's not afraid to stand out. If anything, he loves it. So he selects a pair of skintight, red jeans, a black, sheer, sleeveless shirt, and a pair of black heeled boots. After adding several earrings, most with some kind of diamond accent, a few rings, and a flashy diamond necklace, he grabs his wallet and makes his way to the elevator to make his way to the ground floor.

Once in the lobby of his building, the man behind the front desk sees him and pauses in the middle of what he's doing to stare at Wooyoung with wide eyes.

Just like he does every time he sees Wooyoung...

"Hey, Gorgeous." Wooyoung blows him a kiss, then laughs when the man turns beet red and quickly looks back at the desk.

Typical.

Wooyoung sighs, though with a smile, and heads outside. His destination is only a few blocks away, so walking isn't a big deal. If anything, it can be fun sometimes when he notices people who recognize him.

But then never approach. No, they just turn different shades of red or their eyes grow comically wide.

It's too entertaining to mess with them too, especially since it's mostly men who know who he is.

A playful wink here, a teasing smirk there, a giggle paired with a small wave, any of it has the men growing flustered. The best is when they are with someone else, the crowning jewel being when they are with their wife. Things always turn a bit desperate and they do wherever they can to act normal and make sure she doesn't see him.

It used to be strange and uncomfortable at first, but since Wooyoung had decided to simply brace it, leaving his condo became so much easier.

Yeah, he's fucking sexy, so why not show it off??

He reaches his destination about fifteen minute later. It's a small, hole-in-the-wall coffee shop that honestly doesn't have the best drinks, but Wooyoung doesn't go for that.

The door dings when he pushes it open and one glance around the room says he has the place almost to himself for now.

An unfamiliar face is behind the counter, which causes the corner of Wooyoung's mouth to curl up in a smirk.

He walks forward slowly, heeled boots clacking on the hard floors and adopts his best seductive tone. "Hey, Hot Stuff." He purrs, then leans forward on the counter, bracing himself with both arms.

The boy startles a little at how close Wooyoung suddenly is and he has to clear his throat. "H-Hello, how can I help you today?"

"Mmmm," Wooyoung moans and licks his lips. "I think the question is, how can I help you?"

Before the boy, clearly terrified, can respond, something hard smacks the back of Wooyoung's head and he lets out a surprised yelp before standing up to place a hand on the impact area. "Asshole!! Watch the-" He spins around, ready to throw a punch, but immediately stops when he sees who it is. "Junnie! What the hell??"

"Don't harass my employees, Jagiya." Yeonjun crosses his arms. One hand still holds the magazine he'd rolled up to hit Wooyoung with and he has one eyebrow raised to match his somewhat upset face.

"You know I don't mean it." Wooyoung pouts.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes. "Yes you do. Kai, I'll take care of him." He says to the boy behind the counter, who quickly scurries away.

"Why are you so mean to me, Junnie?" Wooyoung steps closer and places a hand on on Yeonjun's chest.

Just as he starts to lean closer, the taller sighs and pushes him away. "Because I know not to fall for your shit. You know, you don't have to be like that all the time." He continues to say as he walks behind the counter to prepare Wooyoung's order.

"Like what, Baby?" Wooyoung leans on the counter again and bats his eyelashes rapidly.

Yeonjun just looks over his shoulder and gives him an unamused look. "Fake."

Wooyoung recoils for just a second but quickly recovers. "You know there's nothing fake about me." He purrs. "And I'll never hesitate to show you again." He adds with a wink.

Instead of another witty or clever response, Wooyoung's coffee is slammed down in front of him and Yeonjun holds out his hand.

"You're no fun." Wooyoung grumbles while pulling out his shiny, black credit card.

"One of us has to be checked into reality. Otherwise we'd both be screwed." Yeonjun finally cracks a kind smile. "I just worry about you, Jagiya. You've changed so much in such a short amount of time... Two years ago you were living on-"

"And I found a way to change it." Wooyoung cuts him off and snatches his card back. "I didn't realize my best friend wouldn't be happy that I've turned my life around."

"That's not what I'm saying." Yeonjun crosses his arms over his chest and his lips turn downward. "But the old you wouldn't be acting like-"

"Like what." Wooyoung growls. "Like a slut?"

Yeonjun flinches at the word and looks to the side. "That's not what I was going to say."

"Your eyes said it all." Wooyoung grabs his coffee, then tilts his head to the side and adopts a bit of a twisted smile. "I guess it's a good thing they I am then, hmm?" He turns to leave and waves over his shoulder. "You know my number if you need a good time!"

Wooyoung leaves before Yeonjun can answer. Normally he would have stayed, but his friend's new past time has become trying to convince to that's he's acting like someone he's not.

But he has no idea.

This is who Wooyoung is now.

Even with the terrible ache that starts to appear in his chest.

Wooyoung sighs and decides to go to the park near his house, grumbling to himself about how the coffee shop was a waste of time and now he still needs to figure out what to do with his free day.

He finds a tree to sit under and slowly nurses his coffee.

Damn Yeonjun for always making it taste so good, that jerk.

With a small sigh, Wooyoung takes some time to observe everyone else around him.

Families, happy and laughing and playing together. Couples walking hand in hand. Groups of friends on their way to do something.

Wooyoung starts to wonder what it would be like if he had a normal life...

Then he scoffs. What a ridiculous thing to think. He has it so good right now, he knows that.

Feeling bored already, Wooyoung pulls out his phone to check the time and groans when he sees it's not even lunch time.

Fuck San and Yeosang for being busy today.

He groans again and runs a hand over his face, then stands with a huff before storming in the direction of downtown.

More and more people appear the later it gets and Wooyoung continues to get a thrill from making some of them uncomfortable.

But the closer he gets to his destination, he starts to tone it down and keep his head low.

The alleyway appears just around the corner, which Wooyoung slips down after making sure no one is watching him. At the end is a man crouching against the wall. He's wearing a long coat and has a large hat on his head to hide his identity, but Wooyoung already knows him well.

"Ah, the little slut has returned." The man's voice is rough and crackly which makes Wooyoung's skin crawl.

"The usual." Wooyoung says and holds out a roll of cash.

The man chuckles and hands over a little baggie of pills. "You know, I accept other forms of payment.

Wooyoung takes the bag and runs his hands down his body to tug it inside his pants. "Oh, Honey. You'd have to give me a lot more than just this little bag." He purrs, licking his lips when he sees the man's eyes follow how his hands dip beneath the fabric.

"You're not worth that much."

"Wanna bet?" Wooyoung backs into the wall behind him and arches his back while turning his head to the side.

"Get out of here before you blow my cover, stupid whore." The man spits at Wooyoung's feet and shoos him away.

Wooyoung just laughs and blows him a kiss once he gets to the end of the alley.

He makes his way home after that, making sure to set an alarm on his phone on the way. Once he's safely inside his condo, he doesn't even bother taking off his shoes before he pulls out the bag and pops two pills into his mouth.

With a happy smile, Wooyoung stumbles to his gigantic couch and flops onto.

Now his day can truly start.