PLAY ON- Taekook

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I pulled open the door to the unfamiliar place, I needed somewhere to let off some steam and the damn strip club that I usually went to was temporarily closed for construction, I guess this will do. I made my way over to the bar "one rum and coke please" ordering and flashing a quick smile to the bartender before looking at the show that was currently taking place. 

The guy up there was an average dancer. Nothing special, but of course, the crowd of old men were roaring. The bartender arrived with my drink, swiftly sliding it against the table "your name?" she asked. 

"Oh sorry, I'm not interested" I said looking back up at the guys throwing bands of money at the stripper but was caught off guard by her laughing "I need it for your tab man, I'm not hitting on you" she smiled at me "you haven't come here before have you? I have to start a tab for you." oh my god I'm such an idiot.

"O-oh yeah I'm sorry" I apologized, laughing a little at my mistake "my name's Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook"

"Jeon...Jung...kook" she wrote it down on a piece of paper "got it, enjoy!" she smiled before walking away to prepare a new drink. Returning my attention to the stage, the stripper that was previously there was gone, I guess it was time for someone else to come on. I took a sip of my drink, the alcohol burned down my throat and I couldn't wait for it to consume me. I needed to get this weight off my shoulders.

The crowd suddenly erupted in cheers and whistles, a new stripper had come on stage, and I don't know what came over me the second I set my eyes on him. I moved a little closer and took a seat on one of the couches to get a better view of him. Slowly moving my eyes from his long legs to his tiny waist then down to his ass. He was well-toned, but not too buff and he was pretty too. His light brown hair complimented his eyes perfectly. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He mesmerized me as he started swaying his hips, moving his body in sync with the music playing in the background, and I couldn't help but notice the tent growing in my sweatpants. His lacy pink panties hugged his curves perfectly as he moved around the pole. The strippers never really had an effect on me, I just went to drink and watch the performances, but godamn was this man captivating. I watched his every move, licking my lips at the way he rolled his head back, the way he teasingly winked at the crowd. Speaking of the crowd, it was going crazy. Heaps of money flying at him from every direction, cheers and whistles and vulgar phrases flying from the horny old men filling up the place. I didn't even notice time pass as he started closing up his performance. No, I haven't seen enough. I got up and walked towards the bartender "Hey, me again, does the guy who was just up do private dances?"

"Ohhh him? Yeah he's a customer favourite, He does private dances but he charges quite a lot"

"I don't care, can I request a room?"

"yeah sure let me go sort that out for you," she finished wiping up the last shot glass and headed off. I let out a quick "thank you" before reaching for my wallet. Great. My credit card's still here. I was fortunate enough to be born into a really wealthy family, so I never had to worry about expense. The bartender was coming back and I could feel the excitement pumping through my veins. "He should be waiting for you in room 6 right now, just walk straight and take a left, the rooms are over there" she said seeming to be in a rush.

"Alright thanks" I said before making my way over to the place she told me to go to. Ah, there they are. the rooms. Okay, room 1...2...3...4...5...6.. found it. I took a deep breath before turning the door handle. Here we go.

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I plugged the aux cord to my phone and scrolled through my playlists while waiting for Jackson to load up the luggage. "Some help would be great over here" I could hear him grunting as his tiny self struggled to lift the massive bags into the trunk "yeah those do seem heavy" I replied mindlessly without looking up from my Spotify "so you'll come help?!" I glanced up to the rearview mirror to see him watching me hopefully "nope". I looked back down at my screen and clicked on the weeknd's newest release, the music blasted through the walls of Jaehyun's Ferrari (yes he was a spoiled brat) but I could still see him mouth a "that motherfucker" through the same rearview mirror. Jaehyun plopped onto his seat and let out a dramatic sigh, something I've learned to ignore, and drove off to pick up Jackson before heading to campus.