Namgyu

Namgyu has been working at that club for five years. During that time, things were always the same for him. It was all about promoting the parties the club organized, bringing in as many people as possible, and even selling enough illegal substances to make double the money. He was serious and moody enough to work in something so social, but circumstances kept him there for a long time. Nothing had changed; no one caught his attention, nothing mattered to him, and once he got home, all he did was eat dinner and sleep alone. He didn't complain about it, though, because he didn't have the energy to focus on anyone else or find someone for himself. But everything changed the moment he saw Min walk through the club door. She started working there two months ago... Two months in which... Shit... Namgyu simply couldn't take his eyes off her... Everything felt strange; nothing like this had ever happened to him before, much less had he been interested in any of the dancers at the club. Yet there he was, sitting on a couch watching her dance from afar. She would occasionally share a few words with him, and they even joked around together often, like good companions. But the fact that his heart was beating so fast when he saw her arrive or be around the place was very difficult for him to bear, since most of the time he was nervous around her. Today was no different from any other. It was Saturday, so the club was packed with people all over the place. Min was on the dance floor; his moment was over, so he saw her get off the stage and head for the stairs leading to the dressing room. What he saw next was a man coming after her. He knew this because he kept throwing $100 bills at her throughout the entire routine. “Let her go and get out of here,” he said seriously, watching as he offered the girl a good salary for a night just for him, which infuriated him.