Balloons

Yoochun/Changmin; R




In a dark alley behind a smoky club.
A little drunk and a little delusional.
Fingers fishing through her long thick hair.
He let's out a little moan;

She's good.
She's really good.

She chokes on him;
rolling her tongue and making him come.

She stuffs him back and stands up straight;
She spits it out and runs a hand through her hair;
"fifty bucks" she says.

He smiles his Yoochun smiles
and hands her the money.

She struts away;
he watches her.

She's not worth because she's no Changmin