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Dance for me (Markhyuck)

"M-Mr. Lee, please, let's deal with this somewhere else- not in front of them." The manager pleaded that he didn't want his dignity to be trampled in front of his employees; he was way above them for something like this to happen.

"Oh, but Mr. Choi! It's been five months, you've been making my men and my right-hand run after you for so long- you didn't think me, Mark Lee, would come all this was just for a couple of million pounds (I am a citizen in the UK who is very lazy so yes we're going to be having the currency in pounds- if you have a problem with that- please google that shit on your own🥰) did you?" The only sitting man spoke- Haechan's eyes widened in realisation. "Now, dear employees, could you please tell your name aloud and how much you get paid?" Mark, spoke eyeing Haechan (Haechan DEFINITELY noticed that- he was staring at him ffs)

"Hey, I'm Miaaa. I get paid like £50, along with most of the dancers heree." The main performer spoke, twirling her, clearly trying to flirt with Mark and Haechan couldn't help but gag (he was careful enough to be quiet and discreet this time).

Mark, however, caught that, and he couldn't help but chuckle; this boy was interesting. "The dancers who get paid something else can you please raise your hand?" Mark asked, he looked to one of the guards and nodded at him, the guard mirroring the nod and writing something down.

Haechan raised his hand, looking around to see that only he had his handd up. He was shocked to say the least- 

"Now what's your name." Mark asked, leaning back into his chair before looking at the manager who seemed a bit startled and if he was not mistaken (and he definitely wasn't since he's seen this so many times) scared.

"Um- I'm Haechan.. and I get paid £80.." Haechan spoke quietly as he heard quiet gasps next him.

"Oh? Well then, we'll just have to deal with that some other time. The others please continue." Mark spoke, leaning forward, smirking as he saw the manager shaking his head. Mark leaned back again, now zoning out of the conversation as he openly checked out Haechan- he thought that the name was quite fitting to the male. He noticed how the fishnets hugged his smooth legs perfectly, he noticed how the mesh shirt stuck to his body in some places- probably from the sweat. His eyes then wondered to the male's face, his tan skin the way his eyelashes batted every couple seconds. he saw how sweat rolled down his forehead but his make up stayed in place. Thank Mark's observation skills, he saw that the boy in front of him was getting tired, how he repeatedly switched his weight from one leg to another and how he boredly looked around and Mark was very amused.

Suddenly, a phone was heard throughout the club before Haechan raised his hand, gaining the attention of Mark who almost melted at the sight of the male smiling sheepishly at him. "Yes baby?" Mark asked and never mind the almost, Mark definitely melted when he saw the boy blush.

"Th-That's my phone. Can I go get it please?" (Manners are important ppl) Haechan asked, though he was just a bit scared since he clearly saw how the man was eyeing him, he sounded extremely cute that even the guards wanted to melt. Mark simply nodded as he watched the boy walk off, he nodded towards one of his guards who understood and ran after him.

Haechan immediately grabbed his phone and saw that it was just his roomate, he can always call back later. He stuffed his phone into his pocket, before turning to leave but was frightened when he noticed the same tall guard behind him (I hope you guys know who I'm hinting at when I say tall). "You scared me!" Haechan grumbled, glaring at the male as his palm stayed on his chest. The guard was bewildered with the confidence of the short male in front of him, most people would be scared shitless by now. The two men started to go back to where the rest were but in complete silence which made Haechan tremendously uncomfortable. "So... what's your name?" He asked, trying to escape the deafening silence.