“Don’t touch me,” Kai spits. “Y’all disgusting an’ fake an’ can’t even in’ pretend to care, huh?”

The cheeriness in the director is immediately snuffed out. Wiping his hand on his pants, he warns, “If you don’t want it, I’m sure I can find someone else in this ville of yours who would do anything for the $2,000.”

Kai’s eyes go frigid but he wipes his face with the back of his hand and flashes a greasy smile at the man. “Naw, sir, was jus’ kiddin’. I got no shame for money, I’d do anythin’ too.”

The director sneers. “Well, what will you do to prove that?”

Sehun, hot-headed and righteous enough, moves to get in between the two. Yixing grabs onto his shoulder and pulls him back, but his eyes are far away, calculating the benefits and consequences and right timing.

“I’m low enough,” Kai murmurs, looking up at the director through his eyelashes. “Wan’ me to your ?”

some things to make clear:

this was the original lineup, then i wanted to write bts, and then changed this to exo again l m a o

this fic is inspired by the documentary PLASTIC CHINA and various chinese reality tv shows

let's just pretend it's okay for a bunch of koreans (+yixing) to be living in a random rural chinese village

maybe i'll add a love line later, but that's not the main focus