Kris pulled his jeans down. No size ever fit him and this was especially eager to be tight around his . 

“Party’s big. We’ll be rich.”

“And famous.” said Tao.

“And famous. Yes.” Kris repeated, wearing a stupid grin. 

“Where the man who called us?” Tao asked in their fake thug accent, looking around, eyes dazzled by all the gloriousness of the place. They had never been asked to perform at such a platform before (being the street rappers they were).

“Bro’s name Sehun. Searching is your work.” He commanded and started making way to the young ladies waiting by the pub.

“Yo, since when?” Tao asked by pulling him back by his heavy leather jacket.

“Since now. I gotta go, make connections. Big people, wide family. Promotion dude, you get me?” Kris made it seem reasonable, although he just wanted to hunt chicks.

“I wish old bro would see you and kick your .” Tao cursed, making a face as he made way towards the management team to find the guy who called them.

Old bro was on his way, by the way.