So I got really excited to do this!!! I just wanted to do what their everyday lives are like. Skakaksk and Donate is like the most easiest to relate to. 🤣

Donate pinched the side of his forehead, the pen dropping onto the stacks of paper that would have been closely described as a stack of mountains on his desk, as the silver pen rolled down onto the glass desktop, the male lent back in his chair as a low growl escaped his slightly parted lips, his tongue gliding across the bottom lip hastily as he tried to mend the bite marks, cracks on them. After his parents found out he was working at a cafe they forced him to get a job in a office...that his father owned. 'It's simply not good enough' his father argued with Donate once he told them his job, his mother just stayed quiet. He had forgotten what was the purpose of having this job, it was probably one of the highest paying stress jobs he had ever done, and that was coming from him who had to dance in front of a crowd of horny pigs. The metallic taste was trapped in the back of his throat, the glass of whiskey with ice the size of what the Titanic crashed into, was sat on his desk, the glass glistening as the sun was already setting beyond the horizon. Donate tugged on his tie, letting it rest against his broad shoulders as he unbuttoned a few buttons on his pristine pale white shirt. Crossing on leg over the other as he rested his head against his fist, his eyes opening in slits as the sun captured his cold cocky glint. They landed directly on the person who he was working with. "Enjoying the view?~" The ring that he had got  as a gift from Kai and James rested against his temple, cooling down the headache he felt that was coming on. Oh how he can't wait to get out of here and to the club...He needed to feel that rush again. And he needed to See Dylan. Yeah. Yeah...Dylan... The person he was working with looked away obviously embarrassed as they went back to scribbling shit down, signing things and all that. How Donate hated his parents, correction father sometimes. So let me tell you how this day ended up here...With Donate practically dying in his office with his assistant.

Donate groans as he heard his god dam alarm go off on his phone for about the millionth time that morning. He didn't even realise what day it was. Or what he was meant to be doing. Donate crawls out of his bed practically naked if it weren't for the boxers that were dangerously close to revealing everything they should be covering. Donate sluggishly walked out of his room, the duvet fell down near the door, the blankets and pillows falling too. He slept weirdly ok? Donate walked into his kitchen yawning as he took down a box of chocolate balls, pulling up his boxers tiredly, he then glanced into the mirror as he laughed at how he looked. Donate's hair sticking up in all directions, quiet a piece of art if he does say so himself! Donate sat down at the breakfast bar, pouring himself a bowl of cereal and adding the vodka to the chocolate balls, and began to eat his favourite kind of breakfast looking out the window down below at the bustling city. Donate cleaned his bowl lazily as he yawns lifting his head and glancing at the clock, the shock finally reached his system. He would be late— Donate ran into his room quickly as he grabbed some clothes from his cupboard, Donate then ran it into his bathroom.

Ten minutes later he ran out grabbing some shoes and putting them on quickly, trying to do up his tie as he grabbed his keys grabbing his bag and some money. He quickly grabbed his phone from the side and left his apartment, shutting the door behind him as he locked it as quickly as he could, rapidly running down the stairs. It's a miracle he didn't fall down the stairs, it was like he was on fire the speed he was running at.

Oh...it was a surprise that Donate was still late. But oh well, it's not like nothing was happening at wor- he had a meeting. Donate cursed under his breath as he ran in his bag and jacket in his arm as he rushed up the stairs to his office, slamming the door open as he watched his assistant jump. Oops. Donate put down his bag thanking her as he took the files and speed walked to the meeting room. He was dead. His father would be scolding him later on. Ah god sake. Donate walked into the room apologising to the other managers and assistants, sons, daughters, who were in the room. Donate places himself down next to his father putting down his laptop and the current folder he was holding, he quickly began to write down the notes but was stopped by his father as he stood up. Oh god not again. Not this. Not- the speech. Donate sinks down slightly in his chair as he moved his hand to his face rubbing it as he held back the urge to yawn. A hour later and the meeting had finally finished. Of course not even the worst part had came yet. Poor Donate.

Donate walked to his office as a loud, death threatening yell of his name was heard. Ah so he wasn't fast enough...Donate walks into his office as he ignored his father, a couple of seconds the door slammed shut. Here it comes. "What the hell do you think you are doing?! You were late to a important meeting with all of the companies we collaborate with, all their sons and daughters were there on time. Why can't you do any right Donate Möller? I gave you this job expecting you to do it right! And all you've done is dance around!! This is it. No more modelling until you prove to me that you can actually work!" His father yells, Jesus Donate didn't know whether the other staff that were working here were deaf, or just scared of his father. Donate looks at his father leaning against his desk as he looks at him, tiredness was clear in his eyes as he scoffs shaking his head. "I told you I was happy with my job, that I enjoy working in the cafe, you forced me to work here, I don't want to-" "Enough!! I gave you this job to be successful in life!" His father quickly shut down the argument by dropping the mountain of paper work on his desk, and leaving the room.

So here Donate was. Drowning in the mountain of paper work, and trying not to rip out his hair in frustration. Donate gets up looking down at his assistant. "Go home, it's late...we will continue this tomorrow." He smiles leaving the room quickly as he sneaks his way downstairs and past his fathers office, only to walk directly into his mother. Great. Donate looks at his mother, she just smiles at him handing him a bouquet of flowers. "Here, I came here to give you these...I know your father is giving you a hard time! Now go home and relax." She told him softly, donate thanks her and ran out. Finally he was now free. Donate got into his car putting down his jacket, putting down the flowers and bag into his passenger seat. Donate calls Dylan as he relaxed driving home slowly.

This day was finally over.

But not really. Donate got out his car he had already been dressed suitable for work at the club. Which was handy for him since well...he had time on the stage today before working at the bar. Donate walks inside greeting his co-workers sending a few suggestive looks at a table full of males, Mhm probably gay since today night was the night with all the male strippers... Which was great for Donate. Did Donate forget to say that here, and now him and Dylan were currently friends? Oops he guessed he did...

Donate walks backstage as he hums styling his hair lazily, putting on a revealing button up shirt, undoing a couple of buttons and pulling on a pair of tight jeans he then slipped onto the stage, the lights going off completely as it gave Donate time to put on a black silk blindfold and get ready. Deep breaths. And the music began, the red dim lights turned on and revealed Donate. And that's when it began. The stage was his. And only his. Who wouldn't take up the opportunity to tease some people, to get them riled up...? After all Donate was blindfolded. But the blindfold wouldn't stay on for long. "I'm just tryna get out out the friend zone..." he mumbled biting down on his lip. The rush running through his blood as he threw his head back a smirk on his lips as he knew what he was doing. Donate ran his hand down from his neck to his chest before ripping off the shirt, the blindfold falling as he rolls his hips, making eye contact with a random face in the crowd as he winks licking his lips. Now. Donate wouldn't say he was proud of making money off of some poor guy who was trapped in his trance. But it wasn't Donate's fault he was able to make them spill like over flowing money bags now, was it?

Donate let out a small chuckle when his back hit the wall, wrapping his arms around the males neck lazily as he kissed him deeply, his shirt was now completely off, never to be seen again. And it got better from that moment. Donate's clothes were off, so was the other males as they move around the room, backs pressed against walls, the bed, desks, windows. Kisses left all over the others body, loud and dirty sounds leaving the two and some very very unpleasant words. Begging, screaming, gagging and crying could be heard. Sometimes he wondered if he didn't meet Dylan. Would he still be able to enjoy it to the fullest? But now. This stranger was pretty...pretty good. After all who would've known Donate to be screaming in pleasure the strangers name as he was forced down onto the floor, or the marks left all over the males back.

Oh he would love to see what his fathers face would be if he was caught doing this.... And if that time came Donate would've laughed way too hard he probably would've died. After all not one of his parents knew about his 'unclean' and 'sinful' life style. Oh and they had no clue that Donate swung that way.

So that was pretty much what happened. And the next morning? Well Donate forced himself out of bed as he walks into the kitchen, met with a note and a phone number....Ah yeah that's right. Donate had done this for pretty much the entire week. So no wonder why he was late. Can you blame him? He was a young man...who needed some kind of release.