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One week. Just one week left and then you can leave this nightmare of a job. Why did you have to choose here of all place, huh? What is so special about Club Neon that made me enter? Well, nothing's really special about it, I just liked the purple sign...
Maybe I should have taken Mark Hyung up on his offer to work with him. At least there I wouldn't have to worry about the big and bad "Master Hyunbin" that seems to think he owns the place. He does own the place, but still! He could at least ACT like he isn't an asshole.
"Huang Renjun, come to my office," yells a voice down the hallway. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Great.
"Coming, Master Hyunbin," Renjun replied as he rushed to finish fixing his outfit. He just had one last stage set before he would be allowed to go home for the night. His tights had ripped during his second set, but he was able to salvage them to fit his concept. He still had on his light purple bralette with his skin-tight shorts and sparkly heels. If you asked him, he'd say he looked like a damn meal.
Not wanting to make his boss have to wait longer than necessary, he quickly left the changing room to stand in front of the room at the end of the hallway. Before knocking, he had to give himself an internal pep talk. "Deep breaths, Renjun. You've been around pervs long enough to act like you aren't about to piss yourself. Just see what he wants, then leave."
And with that, he entered.
And how he wishes he didn't.
As soon as he entered, he was pushed back next to the door, hearing the obvious sound of the lock clicking. Despite Renjun being Hyunbin's unofficial sub, he never wanted to be intimate with him. Rightfully so, seeing as the latter was always ignoring his safeword and very blatant fear.
"Look at you, little fox! You looked so slutty and delectable for all those men out there, it makes me a little jealous. I might just have to go show them who you belong to. What do you think about that, huh? Want to go show them how good you are for Master?" Hyunbin, completely aware of Renjun's discomfort, started to tease at the younger. He started pulling on the bralette, causing the shorter of the two to shrink in on himself.
A little thing about Renjun, he might be a dancer at a bdsm club, but he doesn't like doing scenes in front of crowds (at least with Hyunbin). He is an exhibitionist, yes, but there's just something about the club's atmosphere that keeps him from feeling safe enough to agree.
"N-No thank you, Master," Renjun stuttered while continuing to make himself smaller. He really had to find a way to get himself out of here without getting followed.
"No," Hyunbin looked at him in disbelief, his hands stopping their actions. Was his sub really trying to deny him what he wants? That won't do at all.
Regaining his composure, he put on a smirk and continued to touch Renjun, starting to grind on him. "No need to be shy, little one. I'm sure you'll do just fine. You're the house favorite for a reason, everyone will absolutely eat you up out there."
Renjun, starting to realize that he didn't have a choice in the matter, gently whispered his safeword, "Apple."
This did not please Hyunbin in the slightest, as he slapped him right across the face and pushed him to the floor. Scared to gain any big injuries, the dancer rolled out of the way, just in time to miss Hyunbin's booted foot.
"Why can you never just do as you're told?! You're my submissive, so act like it and do as Master says," he fumed.
"I never agreed to be your sub, Hyunbin! I just didn't want to get fired like you did to the last person that denied you! You only targeted me because I was the new kid and I was weaker than you. You knew I was inexperienced and you took advantage of that! I'm done acting like your fucking puppet, Ha Hyunbin. Do you hear me?"
The room was silent. Not a sound being heard other than Renjun's labored breathing and small sniffles.
Taking advantage of Hyunbin's stunned silence, Renjun quickly ran to the door and unlocked it. Just before he left, he turned to face him and whispered the words he's been waiting to say for months.
"I quit."