@outwornbrood said: usually, he would've enjoyed a rainy night. but running into a rainstorm on the same day his car had to be repaired and not bringing an umbrella on his way to the club. resulting in him entering it soaked from head to toe, peeling his coat off himself on the lookout for his boss. called out to him once he found him in the private rooms. "xi," run a hand through his ruined hair, "do you have a spare set of clothes for me? just for tonight?â
   one of the perks of being club owner is that when xi needs to be satiated, he need not look further than one of his own dancers for the night.Â
   heâs long forgotten the name of the cute brunette in his lap --- doesnât need to remember, when heâs club owner --- but she knows his, saying it like a prayer as he sucks kiss marks into the junction of her neck and shoulder. his hand slips up the back of her skirt, so big he can almost cup her entire ass in his palm. maybe that just makes her tiny. whatever; it gives him a power rush, either way.
   xiâs gaze flits to the doorway when it opens, locking with ye-junâs. he takes the hand out of her skirt and licks the shell of her ear, raking ye-junâs body with his stare, from his dripping-wet hair to the clothing clinging to his damp skin. i want to fuck him, xi thinks. â check the office, â he husks. â you can borrow my shirt. â
