#nct gang au pt3

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Not Broken (Jaehyun Mafia AU pt3)

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Jaehyun X Reader

Y/N is a burlesque dancer living in Seoul. Jaehyun is one of the most powerful mafia men in Seoul. How will Y/N survive when Jaehyun suspects that she is involved with a rival gang?

Reasons to read this story: Ten's a cross-dressing madam so..... yeah read it ya freaks.

I slammed the empty liquor glass on the table.  

Ugh. Maybe I shouldn't have downed the Madam's liquor so fast.

I continued to examine the necklace, still debating whether I should wear it for the show or not.  

Anyone who looked at the necklace would never have been able to imagine the secrets held within it.

I shuddered at the memories.

That night, when I snuck out of Lucas' window, I promised myself that I would never be ashamed of who I was ever again.

It seemed like I broke that promise almost every day.

The only reason I was still alive today is because Lucas made sure that no one saw me entering, or inside his house.

Well...except for his driver, who barely even looked my way.

If anyone important had known that I was in his house that night, there is no way that someone from WayV wouldn't have been sent to kill me.

I mean,,, I did smash in their leader's head. Not exactly something the mafia could easily forgive.

Yet I hadn't even heard any news about gang leaders being killed. Not that they would put that kind of stuff on the news, but you would think that something about the event would surface in the public.

Now that I thought about it, I hadn't heard any news about NCT or its various subgroups at all. That was until tonight.

I can't wear the necklace tonight. Not with NCT 127 watching me preform.

If there was any chance that one of their members could recognize the piece of jewelry, then they would link me to the murder of their Chinese gang leader's murder. I barely got away the last time I encountered the mafia. This time I definitely wouldn't be as lucky.

I clutched the pendent in my hand and approached the Madam's full length mirror.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, my face quickly contorted into a confused look.

My makeup had streaks in it.

I had cried and I didn't even notice.

I let out a deep breath I didn't even know I was holding in, and made my way to the Madam's vanity table.  

Taking a random cushion, I tried my best to touch up my face, erasing the streaks in my foundation and trying to erase the haunting memories that clouded my mind.

What if they knew about that night and that's why they came to the show?

I could feel my heart beating in my chest and I suddenly became light-headed.

Thump! Thump!

Fuck! I have to get out of here.

I grabbed my chest and took in a deep breath.

Am I having a panic attack?

I kept breathing.

"Y/N," I say to myself out loud, making sure to lower my volume in case anyone was to be within hearing distance.

"If they knew that you were there that night, then they would have had more than enough opportunities to kill you. They wouldn't have had to go through all the trouble of booking the entire audience just to kill you at your performance."

Starting to calm down, I began to powder the touched-up makeup.

Besides, Yuta more than likely, wouldn't have been blatantly flirting with me and Taeil wouldn't have been so embarrassed for his colleague if either of them knew about how Lucas met his downfall.

I returned to the mirror hoping that the Madam's makeup wasn't too light for my skin tone and let out a small sigh of relief when my worries were proven to be excessive.

Maybe my worries about tonight were excessive as well.

Once again, I lifted the necklace up to eye level.

That girl. Even though she was gorgeous, she probably wasn't anyone to Lucas, just like me. He probably found her somewhere and tricked her into coming home with him. Or maybe he kidnapped her off a random street.

She was dressed up in a green gown, so she was probably on her way home from a party when they encountered each other.

Plus, it was obvious that Lucas didn't want anyone to be at the house when he and I had arrived there, so he must have been the same way with her.

If that were the case, then that would mean that the necklace wouldn't mean anything to any of the other NCT members. Not to mention the fact that Yuta, Taeil, and Johnny saw me wearing the necklace earlier and none of them seemed to even notice the pendent.

I paused for a moment as the harsh realization that I could have ended up like her, struck my mind.

He acted the same way towards her as he acted towards me and yet...I was alive.

Necklace still in hand, I decided that the only way to move on from that night, was to continue doing what I had always done, which was putting on a brave face, and the necklace to go with it.

Lucas was wrong. I am worthy of this necklace and I'm going to prove it. Maybe this is a blessing. Like the Universe sent NCT to our show so that I could face my fears and move on.

I smiled at the thought that the universe could actually be on my side for once.

With the necklace now clasped around my neck, the chain draped on top of my collar bones and the pendent resting above my sternum, I took one last deep breath and left the Madam's quarters.

I realized that I probably should have gone back to my own dressing room, even if it were just to do some last minute practice on my routine, but I couldn't help but return to the spot where Madam Ten and I had originally been snooping on the audience members. Who could blame me? Although I was terrified of NCT 127, as I was probably right to be, I was just so curious. I wanted to see the leader of NCT 127 with my own eyes.

And so, I lifted the curtain back once more and my eyes scoured the audience in search of where the Madam had gone off to. I was quick to find her as my suspicion that she would be at the main table was correct.

The first thing I noticed was that Madam Ten was standing awfully close to a sitting Johnny with her arms draping around his shoulders, her hands playfully stroking his collarbone. The discomfort in his eyes was apparent, but he didn't push the Madam away.

Taeil was sitting next to Yuta, across from Johnny and the Madam. Taeil was giving Johnny a sympathetic look while Yuta was obnoxiously laughing and obviously teasing Johnny despite me not being able to make out exactly what he was saying.

The room was getting louder, which was normal since it was getting closer to showtime.

Next I noticed Mark who was sitting, well then again, more like half laying in his chair, leaning up against a less than pleased Doyoung. Mark was passed out but seemed to be mumbling in his drunken slumber. Doyoung was looking at what I'm pretty sure was a flip phone that must have been older than he was. Probably a typical burner phone.

My eyes flickered back to Madam Ten as she swiftly lifted her leg over Johnny's, exposing her upper thighs.

I didn't understand what was happening at first, it looked weird and random, but then the Madam tightened her arms around Johnny's neck and sat on his lap. This action caused Yuta to let out a laugh that could easily be heard over the roars of the crowds, Taeil to drag his hands down his face in what I could only describe as a "big oof" kind of emotion, and Johnny to launch out of his chair, almost knocking the Madam to the ground. Luckily, he still had the decency to catch and assist her as she transitioned back into a standing position.

The Madam said something that I couldn't register as she brushed her hands down her dress as if she were wiping off any dirt that might have gotten on her dress despite her not ever having touched the ground. She turned to face Johnny and pinched one of his butt cheeks, prompting him to jump a little and causing the cheeks on his face to flush a deep red.

I couldn't help but sigh to myself. The Madam did have a habit of being oblivious when it came to men who obviously weren't interested in her, but she had never acted this forward before.

Johnny turned to Doyoung and lifted his hand close to his ear and pointed to it with his other hand. Doyoung took his flip phone out of his pocket. He stood up and the passed-out boy using his body for support fell sideways causing a big crashing sound as the chairs were knocked over.

Doyoung seemed completely unfazed by the accident, continuing to talk to Johnny as he typed something into his keypad and then lifted it up to his ear.

Mark was jolted awake by his fall, staying on the ground for a few seconds as he got over his confusion. The incident must have shocked him sober, because after that, he got up and sat up in his chair, not saying anything.

I kind of felt a little bad for the boy. He was obviously younger than all the other members and none of them gave him more than an annoyed glance after his accident. Even Johnny, who seemed to have previously treated Mark like a little brother, was preoccupied with Madam Ten's advances and communicating with Doyoung.

Doyoung nodded his head despite talking on the phone and ended the conversation with a quick flip of his hand-phone. He mouthed something to Johnny, or he said something, I really couldn't hear anything at that point. Johnny snapped his fingers in front of Yuta's face and the purple haired playboy who had been grinning ear to ear quickly turned serious.

Despite his teasing and rude personality, I had to admit that Yuta's smile was probably one of the most innocent things about him. My heart hurt a little as I watched the smile leave his face. He stood up and started walking towards the entrance. It wasn't surprising that he was such a flirt. Any girl who saw that smile would have to fight to resist falling in love with that smile. It was almost healing in a way.

I slapped my face gently in an attempt to free myself from my thoughts.

Ugh is this what the Koreans call 심쿵(heart skipping a beat)?

My gaze followed Yuta. Once he arrived at the entrance, he put and earpiece on and mouthed some words.

The lights turned on and off. This is something we normally do before shows to tell people to hurry to their seats when the show is about to start, but it's still way too early for our stage crew to dim the lights yet.

My brows lightly furrowed as I noticed that instead of prompting people to sit down, all the gang members were rushing back to their seats to.... stand up?

What was originally a chaotic mess of noise and movement, had now ceased. Everyone was standing at their tables while fixing their ties or motioning for their colleagues to promptly return to their own tables.

The room was so silent, that I was almost worried that I had gone deaf. It seemed to be more likely than it being the case that these loud and obnoxious criminals had suddenly become respectful audience members.

If one had not seen the gang members’ previous state, anyone would have assumed that it was a room filled with normal businessmen, minus the tattoos and occasional unnatural hair color.

I held my breath. It was so quiet that I was afraid that someone would notice me peaking out from behind the curtains if I had breathed too loud.

A sudden noise arose from the back of the room. Yuta, along with an older gang member, had opened the two entrance doors. Everyone's heads including mine, turned to the doors expectantly. Madam Ten on the other hand, escorted by Taeil, was making her way towards the purple haired mafia member.

Two men entered the room, one shortly after the other.

The first man to enter was breathtaking to say the least. Very short compared to the majority of people in the room, but at this point, it felt like if he were tall, it just wouldn't be fair. The first thing I noticed was his hair. Firetruck red. Messy, but stylish. His hair resembled flames with how bright it was. Almost as if one would burn themselves if they attempted to touch the man's fiery locks.

The next thing I noticed were his eyes. Big anime doe eyes that could compete even with Yuta's anime character aesthetic. Although he was far away, the closer he came towards the main table, the sharper his features became. He had two slits in his eyebrow that looked to have resulted from scratches as opposed to a fashion choice. Still though, it only added to his charm. Besides the two cuts in his eyebrow. He also had a noticeable scar under his right eye.

Not only were his eyes similar to that of an anime character, his jawline was so impossibly sharp that it looked as if it had been drawn by the world's most talented artist.

Like everyone else in the room, he was wearing a suit. His was very simple compared to everyone else's, pitch black, with no pinstripes. His coat pocket had a walkie talkie bulging out of it and he had an earpiece in attached to long wire that traveled down his neck into the inside of his black button up shirt.

I couldn't help but notice how the shirt's top three buttons were undone, putting his protruding collarbones perfectly out on display. He looked like the world's sexiest bodyguard. The earpiece and walkie talkie were the only details about his attire that made me assume that maybe this man wasn't NCT 127's leader.

He was so distractingly beautiful that I almost didn't notice the second man who followed behind him.

My eyes left the godly red head and found themselves landing on him.

Oh...My.....God.

He was... intense. Almost indescribable, really. His features were soft yet...defined? Sexy, yet reserved. Childlike, but oh so very masculine.

He looked nothing like how someone would describe the perfect man, and yet if there was a person who matched that description, even they would most likely be filled with envy towards this man. Nothing about his features were conventionally attractive like his red headed colleague, but gazing upon this man almost made me forget about the unreal anime character whom I had just been previously drooling over.

His hair was a faded shade of pink that was messily parted in the middle. His bangs were styled up, so the center of his forehead was slightly exposed. If it weren't for his formal clothing, the hairstyle would have seemed casual, but when paired with his black velvet Armani suit, he would have been able to fit in at the Met Gala.

Under his suit jacket, he wore a black button up shirt similar to that of the red head but instead of showing off his collar bones, the tight fitting material showed off... everything.

He was obviously a very muscular man, which made me think about how strange it was that most of the other members of the gang were on the skinnier side, excluding Johnny, whose biceps may have been exposed when Yuta, Taeil and you walked in on him and the Madam.

For some reason though, instead of making my heart flutter, I found myself clenching my stomach. The man was intimidating to say the least. His gaze, although mysterious, did not give off charming vibes. He didn't look angry, more like focused. His brows were slightly furrowed as if he were contemplating something serious. He looked so intense that I feared that anyone who made eye-contact with the man would have holes literally burned into them. Despite this apparent fear, I found myself hoping to meet his gaze even if just for a brief moment. Even if it meant revealing my hiding spot.

His outfit definitely showed off his wealth and leadership status. His jacket sleeves were slightly rolled up revealing not one, but two Rolex watches. One adorning each wrist. The diamonds that decorated each watch were so bright that I was amazed he could even see the time.

His black leather shoes were decorated with the infamous Louis Vuitton symbol. His belt buckle seemed to be the only detail of his outfit not littered with designer branding, but of course I didn't doubt that it cost more than my life.

He and his red headed colleague made their way towards the main table, only to be met with The Madam and Taeil.

"Boss, this is Madam Ten. She is the owner of this lovely establishment, and the director of the Heartbreakers Burlesque team that will be preforming for us tonight," Taeil said as he introduced the Madam.

It was easy to hear the group due to the silence that surrounded them.

"Charmed, I'm sure," Ten cooed as she lifted up her hand.

My breathing hitched as I braced myself for the worst. There was no way a man as scary as this would have anything close to a friendly reaction to the Madam. Something inside me prayed that he would at least be decent enough to react no worse than Doyoung had when he first met the Madam.

My fears for Madam Ten increased when the mob boss just stared at the Madam's outreached hand.

How could Madam Ten be so brave? What is she thi-

The cold face of the mob boss melted into a heart-wrenchingly soft smile. Dimples as deep as the ocean formed on the sides of his upturned lips as he reached for the Madam's hand and gave it a quick peck.

My heart skipped a beat.

"It is such an honor that you allowed us to be a part of your audience tonight. I have heard great things about your show and I only hope that my colleagues were not too troubling to you and your girls when they made our reservations for tonight's performance," The gang leader articulated, still holding Madam Ten's hand.

The Madam giggled like a little schoolgirl as she spoke.

"Not any trouble that cannot easily be forgiven."

The pink haired man gestured to the red head standing next to him.

"Where are my manners? This is my right-hand man Taeyong, and I see you've already met Taeil. My name is Ja-"

"No need to introduce yourself, I'm sure you realize that everyone in this area is well aware of the famous NCT127 leader, Jaehyun," Madam Ten interrupted, causing my stomach to clench again.

Despite the interruption, Jaehyun did not seem angry, unlike the man called Taeyong whose glare was very apparent.

As if he were queuing Taeyong to brush off the small sign of disrespect, Jaehyun patted him on the shoulder.

"I appreciate you and your girls welcoming us despite knowing our less than charming reputation, Madam Ten. Will you perhaps be joining us to watch the show?"

"Of course! What type of host would I be if I didn't?" Madam Ten responded as she hooked her arm around Jaehyun's, sparking another glare from Taeyong.

They made their way to the main table while everyone else in the room still silently stood.

Once they arrived at the table, Jaehyun gestured toward a chair at a nearby table, prompting Johnny to grab it and push it in behind Madam Ten, allowing her to have a seat. The man who had originally been sitting in the chair had remained standing and gave no response to the chair that had previously been his being taken away. Instead he remained standing.

"Oh, you didn't have to pull up an extra chair for me," The Madam voiced to no one in particular.

"But of course, we did, if we didn't, you wouldn't have had anywhere to sit," Jaehyun responded.

"I believe that I would have had no problem finding a place to sit," The Madam uttered while flashing a wink towards a very skittish looking Johnny.

After letting out a chuckle and a small comment about Johnny being a charmer or something, Jaehyun sat down in the chair closest to the stage, causing everyone in the room to turn to face Jaehyun and bow before sitting down at their own seats resuming their earlier conversations.

The man whose chair had been taken away, quickly sat down on the floor and stayed there until a waitress came over with a replacement chair. It was strange seeing a grown man sit on the floor as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Everything was loud again, and I couldn't understand anyone's conversations, so I had just continued watching the main table. Sitting on one side of Jaehyun was Taeyong, on the other side was Yuta. Next to Yuta was Taeil, then Johnny, then Madam Ten, then Doyoung, then Mark, then back to Taeyong.

Although I examined everyone at the table, I couldn't take my eyes off the gang leader for more than a few seconds at a time. I kept finding myself being drawn back to him. Even though I witnessed the enchanting way he greeted the Madam, I still couldn't help but feel like this dangerous man wasn't as kind as he was letting on. I mean of course he wasn't. He was the leader of NCT127. This man was a killer, a ruthless cold, unforgiving killer. They all were.

I was watching as a group of murderers talking and having fun as they dipped chips into bowls of queso cheese. It was officially the weirdest night I had had since my encounter with Lucas.

I jolted back in surprise at the sudden switching off the lights, then cursed myself for getting scared.

Stupid. It's just the lights warning the audience that the show is starting soon.

I continued to watch the table until....

Oh my god, the show is starting soon!

After my sudden realization, I ran from the hiding spot towards my dressing room hoping to get in some last minute practice before it got close to the show’s beginning.

Madam Ten stood up from her seat and walked towards the curtains. Since the stage was on the same level as the rest of the room, she didn't have to walk up any steps. Grabbing a microphone off a podium that was just a little bit too tall for her, the Madam made her way towards the center of the stage.

The way the stage was set up, we never actually opened the curtains during performances. Excluding times when acts started on stage, performers would often begin their acts off stage and then walk through the curtains making their entrances in a spectacularly dramatic fashion.

This way, performers could have plenty of room behind the curtain to do any last-minute practice or preparations for their performances throughout the show.

Right now, a few of our girls were setting up the chairs we often use for chair burlesque while I was just going through my routine. I was working on a particularly hard move when I heard the Madam's voice.

"Welcome one and all to our playground here at Paradise Theater! Tonight, I implore you all to have a fun time at what I'm sure for most of you is your first, but hopefully not your last performance by the Heartbreakers."

Applause filled the room and a few of the girls and I walked towards the side of the curtain.

We couldn't really look out without being spotted now that the audience was focused on the stage, so we just listened in.

I looked around at who else was backstage.

Yuri, Sunny, and Yoonoh were in the corner working on their chair routines.

Wendy was flirting with one of the stagehands as per usual.

Amber was adjusting her wig, which made me sigh. Normally Amber had an androgynous style, even when preforming, but with the request that tonight be all about traditional femininity, the Madam must have made her change up her usual appearance.

I looked back towards the curtain as Madam Ten continued her introduction.

"Now before your mind can be blown by the angels that will be preforming for you tonight, we need to go over a few rules."

I rolled my eyes. Madam Ten never skipped a chance to insert the names of past acts into her introduction speeches. Blow my mind, Angel, My first and last, All names of past acts.

"I bet all the money I make tonight that she does that thing where she tells the audience they'll be Dripping with love for the dancers."

I turn to see Wendy mocking the Madam's exaggerative hand motions as she quotes one of her cringier pieces of wordplay.

"You know I would, but I'd rather be able to pay my rent this month," I playfully replied.

Wendy was one of the OG performers and one of the only Americans in the group. She had been living in Seoul for a lot longer than I had so she was much better adjusted. We were close despite our slight age gap, due to our similar cultural backgrounds. She was the first friend I had made within the Heartbreakers.

Jungwoo wasn't the best at English so he didn't approach me until he found out that I could speak Korean pretty well. Although I was closer to Jungwoo, I would often have more serious conversations with Wendy, mostly due to the fact that my Korean wasn't exactly at the level of discussing philosophical theories yet. Wendy was like my big sister.

"The first rule is that no one is allowed to touch the performers."

A large wave of boos could be heard from the audience.

"Now, now. A performer may come into the audience and ask for your help in removing an article of clothing, or sit on an audience member's lap, but that does not mean that you can cop a feel."

I turned back to Wendy.

"How is your act going?" I asked.

Wendy glanced at her partners as they continued wrapping their legs around their chairs.

"Yuri's being Yuri, so...." Wendy rolled her eyes and huffed slightly.

"That bad huh?" Before I could continue, a small crash disrupted my thoughts.

Wendy and I both looked over at the origin of the sound to see that Sunny had fell out of her chair. Yuri started scowling her.

"Yuri is just mad that the Madam made your act the finale and our group act the intro."

"Oh," I gave Wendy a sheepish look.

"Don't worry about it. You know me, I'm just happy to perform. Yuri seems to be the only one who's pissed." Yuri gave me a smile before continuing.

"It's about time someone replaced her as lead dancer. We're all super proud of you."

I looked down at my feet.

It was true, Yuri was the lead dancer for over six years before Madam Ten announced that it was time for a younger dancer to take the role. Yuri was pissed, always claiming that I wasn't half as good as her and that I wasn't prepared to take on the role along with all its responsibilities.

She was right. I showed up late at every practice, and that's when I even showed up to practice, but I wasn't about to let her know that.

"The second rule is no recording the performances. A lot of our dancers enjoy  keeping their private lives private. Besides, instead of pressing replay over and over again, wouldn't it be better to some back and see your favorite performers in person?" Madam Ten's voice could be heard clearly backstage.

I spotted Yuri approaching Wendy and I.

"You know the only reason that you're the grande finale is because we only have hardened criminals to perform for tonight, right?" She spit out the words as she adjusted her strapless bra.

"Umm... Excuse me?" I responded.

Yuri proceeded to talk out her ass.

"The Madam chose to put your act last because it's the most blatantly sexual. Everyone else's acts tell stories. You know, like real burlesque? Your act is basically just you running around with your tits out. Makes sense that this kind of audience would enjoy that kind of slut show."

I scoffed.

"You know we're a burlesque team right? Running around with our tits out is kind of the point. You're not seriously trying to slut shame me for doing what you've been doing for the last ten years, are you?"

Yuri rolled her eyes as she returned to join her dance partners.

"Fuck yeah dude," Wendy said as she lifted her hand up for a high five.

I raised mine to meet hers.

"The third rule is common sense. Things like no chewing gum, no fighting, no harassing the waitstaff or performers."

That was Wendy's que to get in place for her act to start.

"And now that that's been established, I just know that you'll be dripping with love for our first performers!"

Wendy pointed her finger at her mouth and made a gagging gesture before walking through the curtain's opening along with Sunny, Yoonoh and Yuri, all dragging their chairs along.

I was about to turn around when I saw that Yuri make an obvious effort to give me one last stink eye before she walked on stage.

I wanted to just brush Yuri's actions off as jealousy, but I couldn't help but think that there might be some truth to her words.

I had seen the girls practice their chair routine and it was astonishingly good to say the least. They were able to pull off moves that I hadn't even thought were possible... and yet here I was, the lead dancer.

I mean of course I had lots of talent as a dancer as well and I was far from being even close to our teams weakest performer, but I had to admit that I was also lacking many ways that Yuri and Wendy... just weren't.

Wendy had never made me feel bad for holding a higher status than her within the Heartbreakers, but I'm sure she can't be as okay with it as she leads on.

Wendy had been with the Heartbreakers for four years, and yet she was never lead dancer. And then here I come with almost no experience and within my first year, I replaced Yuri.

Is Yuri right? Is it just because of my looks? My sex appeal?

That can't be true because Wendy was twenty times prettier than me. Maybe my style was just more sexual, and less artistic than Wendy's style. Although the Madam loved artistic burlesque, she was a businesswoman, and sex sells.

I can't even remember the last time I showed up to practice on time. I don't deserve this.

🖤💚🖤💚

After the chair burlesque group was Amber's fire dancing, then Lisa performed one of her older routines, a dance to that song, Swalla. Next was Hyolin, the second lead dancer. I didn't know what she was doing for her act, but knowing her, the audience was gonna go crazy for it.

I was on next. I walked over the mirror wall that we used to practice with backstage and gave my self one last look to make sure my costume was on right and that the strings of my dress were tied loose enough that I could easily escape from it yet tight enough that they wouldn't come undone before their cue.

My act for tonight was going to be different than anything I had ever done before. Typically, my acts required only one costume change and it would lead straight into decorative pasties and a lacy thong, but tonight was my first time doing the finale. The theme for tonight's performance was opulence AKA excessive wealth. It seemed like a fitting theme for the night, considering our audience members.

My act was the gold act. Everything in my costume had a golden color to it, minus the emerald gem resting on my chest.

Tonight, I had to pull off two dramatic costume changes. The outer costume was a long striking gold dress that went down to the floor with slits on both slides that went up to just above where my hip bones protruded. It had shiny gold detailing in a lace pattern that blossomed up my torso. It showed the entirety of my upper chest since the sleeves rested off my shoulders. Tiny rhinestones that resembled cubic zirconium was scattered throughout the skirt of the dress, which only added to its brilliance. To be honest, I was quite glad that I was only going to be in the dress for a total of thirty seconds of my performance before I planned to slip it off. It was a major tripping hazard.

For accessories, I wore golden beaded gloves with white detailing that reached past my elbows and a golden headband that resembled woven leaves often depicted as being worn by Greek goddesses in story books.

Taking off the dress would reveal my second costume which was sadly wasn't an improvement comfort wise.

Although I was used to wearing corsets while performing, this one was a little more constricting than what I was used to. It was itchy as well due to all the gold beads that were sewn into it. Not to mention that this corset was over the bust whereas I was used to under bust corsets.

The last costume reveal was my favorite. A simple pair of gold rhinestone pasties, a pair of gold satin panties that were one square inch of fabric away from being a thong, and a chair bralette that wrapped around my breasts and waist.

I knew that I would be able to move around more freely once I stripped down to this part of my costume, so I decided to put my costume changes close to the beginning of my routine instead of making the final transition at the end.

I was dancing to the song Unravel Me by Sabrina Claudio. I often performed to American artist's songs and this song always felt extremely sensual to me. The lyrics and song title also seemed to go well with the theme of multiple costume reveals.

I wanted so badly to pull back the curtain and look upon the audience one last time before I had to walk up on stage. Not because I was intrigued by them, but because it was my first time having such a huge role in the show. I was nervous, yet excited, and I wanted to remember every detail of the night. But alas, drawing back the curtain was not an option. Surely it would cause the Madam great displeasure if I were to disrupt her show.

So I just kept staring at my reflection, debating if I really was worthy of the costume I was wearing, of the routine I was about to showcase to the world, of the emerald necklace that weighed heavy around my neck.

Was I?

I was so lost in thought that I hadn't even noticed that the music from Hyolin's act had finished, until she told me good luck on her way back to the changing rooms.

Madam Ten's voice entered the room and I knew that it was my turn to go on.

I walked up to the curtain. For some reason I walked so close to it that my nose was touching it. The cheap red velvet curtain slightly scratched it, and I was reminded of the black velvet jacket. I wondered how it would feel compared to the red curtain.

It has to be softer, right?

Why I was thinking about the jacket worn by one of the most ruthless killers in Seoul, I had no idea, but the thought gave me comfort and calmed my nerves.

With one last deep breath, and the cue of the music, I stepped through the curtain and into what I didn't know would be the beginning of a nightmare.

A beautiful, beautiful nightmare.

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