His Dancer

First Impressions

(Jack's POV)

I heard music go off in tha' club area. It was "Find Me" by TeZATalks. I kept filin' some things, then heard some whistles and cheers. 

"Oh my God, he's amazing!" I heard Mia say from outside. 
"That's an understatement," Luca chuckled. "He's fucking perfect at this!" 

Hmm... must be a new guy. I decided I'd go check it out, see if their inferences are true. I straightened out my suit and walked out.
I saw my six dancers in front, watchin' from tha' bar, and a male on tha' pole onstage. He was Korean, had raven black hair, and he was very young and handsome. And yes, I'm gay, so deal with it. 
As I watched him dance, I was mesmerized. He was absolutely amazing. He was doin' it so gracefully and quickly at the same time. He would bat his eyes, stick his tongue out teasingly, and wink as he danced. He was definitely something. 
Just then, he moved from the pole onto the stage itself. His moves reminded me of that movie, Magic Mike, but 10x better. He was usin' moves I'd never seen before, and they were fuckin' amazin'. 
After I was finished, tha' others cheered, and I started clappin'. They stopped cheerin' and looked back at me, and so did tha' new guy. 

"Bravo," I smiled. "That was absolutely stunnin'." 
"T-T-Thanks," the new guy stuttered. 
"There's no need tuh' be scared." 
"Yeah," Luca agreed. "Jack's a big sweetheart once you get to know him." 
"So, your name's Jack?" he asks. 
"Yes," I smile. "And yours?" 
"M-Mark. Mark Fischbach." 
"Well, nice to meet ya, Mark. Now, come back to my office so I can get some information about ya." 
"I got the job?!" 
"You definitely earned it," I smiled, only tuh' hear him gasp and tha' others squeal. 

He followed me back and I gestured him to sit down. Now fer the interview... 

(Mark's POV) 

Oh my God, my boss is so hot.. Knock it off, brain! You don't need to be falling for someone you just met... 
Anyway... he led me to his office and I sat down in a rather comfy chair as Jack got out a clipboard, which must have the review questions on it. I was only nervous that he was gonna ask for my address. 

"Alright," Jack smirked. "First question, and I don't mean tuh' intrude, but this is fer when I need tuh' place ya. What is yer preference?" 
"I-I'm gay, and you're not intruding." 
"Okay... Next, do ya have any medical conditions?" 
"I can't drink alcohol, since I'll die if I do. Uh... this really isn't a condition, but something that may frighten you at first." 
"What is it?" 
"I can turn my feet the other way, so don't think they're broken if that happens by accident." 
"Okay," he giggled. "That's a new one... Anything else?" 
"I have a scar on my lower chest that may be distasteful to the crowd, if they can see it." 
"Oh, pssh... Tha' others have a few scars too. Don't worry about that." 
"Well, that's about it then." 
"Alright. Now... yer address?" 

I tensed up. I wanted to speak, but couldn't. He gave me a concerned look. 

"Mark," he began. "Are ya alright?" 

I couldn't move. 

"Are... are you on tha' streets?" 
"N-N-No," I reply shakily. "But I live in a motel down the street." 
"Oh, please don't tell me it's tha' Springwood Hotel." 
"It is. Why?" 
"Tha' manager is a TOTAL creep... I know this is weird, since ya just met me today, but... would ya like tuh' stay with me and the others?" 
"The others live with you?" 
"Yeah. We all have a big house together. We have a spare room, which we had in case somethin' like this happened. How long have ya been there?" 
"I just got there today. I left my abusive boyfriend... I caught him sleeping with someone else and stormed out." 
"He was abusive?!" 

I nodded. 

"C'mon. I'll take ya tuh' go get yer things. Tha' club's not open tonight, so I can just guide ya tuh' my place," he smiled. "And be careful when returnin' tha' key. He might try somethin'." 
"...Thank you, Jack." 
"Don't mention it. I'd do it fer anyone." 

Jack drove me up to the motel, where I went to my room and gathered my things. Afterwards, I drove up to the office, then I went inside and went to return the key. As my wrist was leaving the counter, I felt a hand wrap around it. 

"Where are you going?" the manager asked. 
"I'm leaving," I replied. "Now let me go!" 
"I don't think so..." 
"LET ME GO!" 

Just then, I saw Jack come in and spray the guy with pepper spray. He grabbed my hand, and told me to get in my car and leave as quickly as I could. I did so, following Jack until he drove into a gas station. We both got out of our cars and he came over to me. 

"You okay?" he asks. 
"I'm fine," I reply. "My wrist just hurts a little." 
"Alright... Well, go ahead and follow me tuh' my place." 
"Okay."