Han Jisung is a boy that life has not spared, victim of harassment from an early age, he had managed to live with, his friends who all let go on the day of his coming-out it still passes it is better to live alone than badly accompanied he said to himself, his parents had been on his side whatever his choices.

But today Jisung was alone, alone in front of the graves of his parents who both died in a road accident, a truck not respecting the speed limits or the priority, had hit them and both died instantly. At the funeral no one of his family had spoken to him, his grandparents did not understand his orientation, said that it was unnatural, even the youngest of his family were of the same opinion. therefore, when the ceremony ended, everyone left without a quarter of the devastated state in which Jisung found himself. The bluish was a boy not yet eighteen and had just entered college, he was not ready to assume his life alone, without help or anyone to talk to or confide. Jisung sat for a long time in front of his parents' grave, thinking about what he was going to be able to do, already finding a job even part-time, changing apartments he did not want to stay in the one he occupied with his parents, too many memories were attached to it.

a few months passed, and Jisung had found a small studio, including a living room as his bedroom, a small kitchen and a bathroom. Certainly it was small but that's all he could afford for now with his salary.

His alarm went off, Jisung got up, put his bed back in the sofa position and then got ready, went out. He put his headphones into his ears, he could not live without music, it soothed him and cut him off from the world. The bluish awaits his bus as every morning it starts to get cold, normal it is early October and Jisung was already tired of classes, starting on a Monday at eight o'clock with four hours of general introduction to law should be forbidden he thought when getting on the bus.

As usual, he walked to the back of the bus and sat in the square against the window. His attention was attracted by a group of three boys standing laughing, Jisung saw them every day they are in his promo and especially Jisung had noticed from the first day one of them, slightly taller than him, a perfectly trimmed face, a straight nose, dark eyes and black hair. But what had attracted Jisung's intention was his laughter, he couldn't help but look at him even in college during classes his gaze was drawn to him, he would love to talk to him but Jisung is much too anxious for that except at work he never speaks, still marked by the years of harassment and hatred he had experienced. He decided to look away so as not to look like an unembarrassed person staring at strangers. So, he did not see this stranger looking at him insistently.

"Minho, Minho you're listening to me," asked him for his am, a tall blond, with princely looks.

"Yes, I'm listening to you Hyunjin, no need to shout, we're on the buses," replied Minho.

- Bah stop looking at the guy behind you are burned for miles, every morning we all saw that you even look at him in college. Go talk to him if you are interested, this time it was a blond with curly hair who spoke.

"But what, Chan shui up, I'm not attracted to boys" well, I don't know, "he said to himself.

- of course, I believe you and I'm as straight as my father, why do you look at him then.

- He is always alone, and he seems sad I wonder why that's all.

"All the more reason to talk to him if you feel like it," said the largest of the three.

- No but imagine he just wants to stay alone; I don't want to look like a forcer.

"Is it you who see," said Chan, "otherwise Hyunjin you said?"

- Oh yes, it's true, there is a new club that has opened in the next town we go there Friday night?

- Seriously, it's been a long time since we tested a new place says Chan

- It may be good, it's okay for me says the third.

the week went like the others, Jisung only went to class, worked at the supermarket in his neighborhood, then went back and revised. Minho was always teased by Hyunjin and Chan when he stared at Jisung a little too long.

Friday night arrived, and the three boys arrived at the club suggested by Hyunjin.

- Tell me it's a joke Hyunjin! Said Minho when I entered, it was not only a club to dance, but a club to watch people dance, don't tell me it's a strip club or I'll kill you.

- No, don't worry the dancers keep their clothes on, just the outfits can be suggestive but not too much.

-Chan you also knew confess, I'm going to kill you, why I would go watch boys dance more or less suggestively, I'm going to gut you.

"No, you're going to thank us," corrected the curly.

- And in what honor will I thank you?

"We've booked you a private session,"Hyunjin replied in a playful tone.

"WHAT? yes but no actually, you're not serious?" said Minho, choking on his drink.

- Happy birthday early! Said the other two in one voice.

- I'll leave you my place I don't want to see a guy dancing for me alone in a room.

- You admit that it would make you feel like straight, the Chan teased

- No but stop with that, I agree just to prove you wrong.

A club supervisor approached them.

- Are you Lee Minho? He asked, reading his name on the booking form, he nodded, your private service will begin, follow me.

- Know that I curse you over ten generations guys. Minho said, following the man to the performance room. Arriving in the room, the man explained the rules to Minho.

- When the dancer arrives on the stage he will offer you a choice of music, you choose and he will make a performance this one lasts 20 minutes, obviously the dancer does not undress and you are not allowed to touch him or ask him for inappropriate things, any incorrect behavior is punishable by a ban from the club. Do you accept the rules? he asked.

"Yes, of course no problem," replied Minho intimidated.

"I wish you a good performance," said the man, smiling before leaving Minho alone.

Minho looked at the room in more detail, purple LEDs illuminate the room in a rather intimate atmosphere. A black leather armchair faces the stage, is also placed a bar used for the movements of the dancers. Minho saw the tablet with the choice of possible music not knowing what to put he pressed on any choice, then waited for the arrival of the dancer.

A few moments later the music started, and Minho heard footsteps behind the curtain separating the stage from the dressing room, he swallowed for fear of being embarrassed in front of a man whose age or appearance he did not yet know.

The dancer advanced on stage, Minho did not yet distinguish his face still in the shadow pain, he only saw his silhouette magnificently highlighted by a slim black leather leaving no time for imagination suggesting muscular and curved thighs beautifully, he wears a transparent black short blouse, leaving a view of his abdominals and his waist that could make any model pale. Minho was surprised to feel his breathing cut out in front of this male body that seemed to come out of a dream.

The dancer came out of the shadows and, he and Minho were frozen for a moment,

"It's really him, it's not possible" thought the two boys at the same time.