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“Fuck. This fucking corset is fucking slipping off, my tits are gonna spill onstage,” Jeonghan cursed, his thumbs hooked around the corset to pull it up.
The livehouse’s backstage is old and dingy and stinks of beer, but Jeonghan is thankful that their band has been getting more gigs. He plops down next to Mingyu, pushing the other’s long legs away to have more space to him. The couch was all torn up and patched up with duct tape. To make it worse, it was made out of the scratchiest possible material. Jeonghan wished he’d worn another onstage costume, but most of his onstage costumes were similar to the outfit he was currently wearing: tight, lacy corset, panties, stockings (complete with garter belt for added sex) and a pair of stilettos. Really, he’d worn lingerie onstage to make an impression when their band was on the brink of disbanding and were desperate to make an impression on the audience. He had no idea he would still be wearing outfits like this after a year. It was really uncomfortable; his dick hurt and his feet were killing him and the corset was always slipping down, but it was all part of the job.
Mingyu puts down the water bottle he was drinking from and he grins that stupid grin he always has when he thinks he has a good idea. The tall, mysterious, handsome image the dark eye makeup gave him disappeared, and his real personality (childish and really kind of annoying to Jeonghan) showed. “Hey, Big Sis,” he says in a voice too deep for how childish he looks.
Jeonghan looks at him questioningly. He’d gotten used to being called that, however weird it was, him being a guy and all. It was a nickname he called himself onstage. It had just felt right for his scantily clad sex goddess image and it stuck. Now it was what his band mates and their growing following called him affectionately. “Yeah?”
“You should use that for tonight’s emcee.” Mingyu looked proud of himself for coming up with this idea.
“What? My corset’s slipping off?”
“Yeah! The exact thing you said earlier.”
Jeonghan grinned back.
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“My fucking corset’s fucking slipping off! My tits are gonna fucking spill onstage!” Jeonghan shouted into the mic, earning enthusiastic cheers from the audience as he strutted across the stage. Mingyu looked proud. Jeonghan continued: “Yeah! You assholes fucking make Big Sis wet when you scream! What do you kids want me to do to you, huh?”
‘Spank me, Big Sis’, ‘step on my balls with those stilettos’, ‘spit on me’ were some of the crowd’s suggestions, obscured by how they all cheered at the same time.
“You fuckers don’t fucking deserve anything!”
And this was Seungcheol’s cue to start playing the opening of one of their loudest, most sexual songs.
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“You guys didn’t do as bad today,” Jihoon compliments them. Their manager never told them they did a good job, he had to insult them in some way.
“I helped make Big Sis’ emcee part,” Mingyu said proudly, earning claps on the back from guitarist Seungcheol and drummer Wonwoo.
“That was fucking disgusting,” Jihoon tsk’ed. He obviously didn’t want to hear about which part Mingyu helped with, focusing on dividing the money they made into stacks on a dirty table in the backstage room (Jihoon’s was always the tallest stack, but they learned never to argue with him).
They all take off their makeup and change into their own clothes, ending up looking like normal human beings again. “Feels good to be in pants and actual men’s underwear,” Jeonghan laughs happily. “Good work today, guys!”
They go once they’ve been paid. He and his bandmates walk out together until where Mingyu and Wonwoo have to go in another direction. Jeonghan was always stuck with Seungcheol on the way home. “Today was fun, huh?” he tells Seungcheol, smiling.
“Yeah.” Seungcheol smiled back. He was kind of quiet tonight, Jeonghan noticed. Seungcheol would always be the one babbling on their way home and not Jeonghan. He must’ve been really tired. “Hey, Jeonghan? I have something to tell you,” Seungcheol says after a while.
“What is it?” He probably was going to confess, Jeonghan thought. He’d known about Seungcheol’s not-so-little crush on him since they were in high school, but Seungcheol never acted out on it.
“I… I don’t think this genre is for me.”
Huh?
“Sorry. This BDSM and overall sexual themed rockband really isn’t my thing. I’m quitting. I actually want to be a rapper!” Seungcheol looked at him and grinned sheepishly. “How does the name ‘S. Coups’ sound? Cool, huh?”
Huuuuuuuuuh?
Jeonghan throws his backpack filled with lingerie at Seungcheol’s face and runs away.