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I haven't decided if this is going to have two or three chapters yet.  We'll see how it turns out. *~*~*~*~*                 Jongup shifted awkwardly, eyes darting around the chic lobby before returning to the beautiful woman behind the desk.  Her smile was warm and welcoming, serving to set him slightly more at ease.  “First time?”                “Uh, yeah.” He rubbed at the nape of his neck, suddenly aware of just how obvious his discomfort seemed to be.                 “No need to be so nervous.  We have newcomers all the time.  I doubt you’ll be the only one tonight.” Jongup appreciated her attempt to calm him, but his nerves were still tingling, his stomach still roiling.  Why had he let his friends talk him into this?  “So what are you into?”                Shit.  “Um…”  He shrugged, shaking his head slightly.                Her smile turned even softer, and he wasn’t sure whether he appreciated it or not.  She must realize how close he was to just leaving and going home to play games or dance alone like he usually spent his Friday nights.  “Men or women?”                Again he shrugged, and she only chuckled after a moment of staring.  “Oh good god, how did you even find this place?”                Heat suffused his face in embarrassment as he mumbled.  “Friends.”                “And they sent you in alone instead of coming with you?” She asked, turning and ruffling through another drawer in the desk.                 “I didn’t tell them I was coming.”                Finally she turned back to him with a sound of victory, a bright green glow stick bracelet between her fingers.  A bright smile graced her lips.  “Since you aren’t sure, can I assume you’re open to experimenting?”                Jongup swallowed, unsure if the twist in his stomach was from nerves or anticipation.  “Sure.”                “Great!  Let’s just put this on, and I’ll go over the colors with you.” She quickly broke the bracelet and looped it around his wrist.  She pointed at a laminated piece of paper taped to the desk.  “Here are your colors and what each means.  Your bracelet just lets everyone else know what you’re into or, in your case, that you aren’t sure but are open to experimentation.  Unless you think you might be into it, you should probably avoid anyone with a red bracelet.  They are into more violent sex and play.”                “Thanks.” He truly meant it.  He couldn’t imagine a more awkward situation in his life, and at least she hadn’t outright laughed at him and made him feel like even more of an idiot.                 “No problem.  Right through that door is the club.  Have fun tonight.” The wink she sent his way had heat flushing his cheeks again.  Chewing on his lower lip, he made his way to the simple white door across the room.                 The bass seemed to swallow him as he stepped through into the club, eyes roaming over the bodies crowding the dance floor.  A myriad of colors flashed through the black lights, people’s wrists adorned with bracelets, the majority of them wearing a myriad of colors.  He felt so out of place.  He had no idea what he was doing here.  Who cared if he was awkward in his twenties and still wasn’t that experienced?  He didn’t need to be.  He would eventually find someone and, until then, his friends could fuck off.  But…he teetered for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck and looking between the door and the dance floor.  He was already here, and he already paid the cover fee.  He loved to dance.  Shit.  God, why was he such a chicken shit?  …… Across the club…                 “Who is that?” Coal eyes slid over the boy standing awkwardly by the door, looking out of place and possibly terrified.  He was almost adorable, but the lean muscle Himchan could detect beneath the loose fabric of his shirt put him more in the sexy category.  He had never seen him before, and he frequented the club so he would be the one to know.  The only person he knew that came here more than him was the man beside him and his best friend, Yoo Youngjae.  Youngjae craned his head to see who Himchan was talking about.                 He frowned, shaking his head.  “No idea.  He’s cute.  Looks like he’s ready to bolt, though.”                Himchan searched his arms, looking for a flash of color.  When he caught the light green he sighed.  Experimentation.  The guy didn’t even know what he wanted.  Still the shaggy hair and strong jawline were enticing, keeping his eyes locked to the nervous male.  He edged out further onto the dance floor, eyes darting around, trying to take in everything the club had to offer.  It was almost painful to watch the other’s awkwardness and the uneasy way he was slowly joining the crowd, jumping when someone bumped into him accidentally.  How the hell had he even come to the club?  No doubt friends, but where were they when he was having such a hard time?                After a few minutes passed and the guy didn’t seem to be getting any more comfortable Himchan decided he couldn’t take it anymore.  He pushed up from the plushy lounge seat and made his way to the bar.  Like usual he didn’t wait for the bartender, leaning over to grab one of the bottle openers and a bottle of whatever he could reach before heading back out into the crowd, winding his way through to the gorgeo