lionhearts.

it’s day five – it has been five days since he left his home and disappeared, making it difficult for his family to find him. ilhoon’s train of thought is running at a hundred miles and he’s impossible to get a hold of. he gets himself a job at a gay strip club – which he doesn’t mind since he gets paid a lot for stripping down to his underwear and standing on stage as different types of men slip some cash in between the waistband and his skin. his mind feels hazy, but he can’t seem to bother too much. the music’s loud and he feels numerous hands on his body, disappearing as quickly as he feels them if not for the tough security men below. ilhoon holds onto the pole as he moves about – delicate but sensual as he put on a show for the people.          /    @hclfmoon  ;  ilhoon and yerim.

ilhoon checked his schedule on his phone before he chucked the device in his bag before he headed towards the designated room. it was like any other night, he prepared himself well before meeting his clients, his boxer brief clinging onto his ass perfectly under the ruby red robe that he wore. he closed the door behind him to meet his client, instantly shedding the robe on the floor as he hummed. “what do you want me to do?” he asked, a small smile on his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair. “any preference?”       /    @secretsevcn    ;    based on this !

dahae finally had some time off from work and he decided to travel to places that he’s never been before. he wasn’t really good at directions, though, so it was no surprise that he found himself lost in the middle of the street. with lips pressed into a firm line as he tried to figure out where he was, dahae decided to approach someone. with a gentle tap on his shoulder, dahae smiled sheepishly. “hi, excuse me! i’m trying to get to this cafe... i heard the cheese cake’s really good. do you know the way?”   /   @everytingces   ;   dahae and finley.

it was just another fight that he’d gotten into, the cut on his cheek and knuckles still fresh from twenty minutes ago. “i think my arm’s broken,” his voice a soft murmur as he looked up at the taller male, his legs dangling as he sat on the bed. “hurts a little.”    /   @enchantedisms​   ;   minhwan and nico !