Our journey begins here... - BTS and Y/N

03

As Y/n entered the club, the smell of alcohol cigarettes filled her nose, she scrunched her face because of the loud music hurting her ears. She entered the staff room greeted the other women in the room getting ready to go on stage.

Y/n found an empty seat and set her back down with her outfits and make up bag. After getting dressed and finishing her make up she put her heels on.

"Y/n, you're up next! 10 mins" a staff came into the room hurriedly with a list of who is going to perform next in order.

Y/n was ready, staring at her self in the mirror having bad thoughts about what she was doing, questioning why is she even there, she knows it's not the best job out there but it gives you the money, in a quicker way.

She's willing to do anything for her friends, even if it means showing off her body to every pervert outside of that door.

"Y/n you're up!" the same staff member came in again. Y/n took a deep breath checking herself out one last time and went up on the stage.

Earned it by the Weekend started playing, she was getting in the mood..walking in very slow and seductive way to the pole.

She hates every second of it, every man that's  sitting in front of her, eyeing her like she's a prey ready to be caught at any moment. But she keeps her head up, she won't let herself be intimidated by them.

As she gets to the pole there's already money being thrown, whistles are heard as well as dirty and disturbing comments.

Y/n wraps her leg around the pole and spins lightly, hands firm around the metal while she gets herself up and makes a drop when the chorus of the song starts. As the songs continues she just keeps her head blank focusing on her moves and the music, trying her best to ignore everyone around her.

The songs ended and she starts picking up her money putting it in her bra and thong. As she was getting up she didn't miss the familiar figure standing in the corner with a hood covering their face staring straight at her.

She didn't have time to check the person in detail since the next performer was up next. Back in the staff room some girls she had talked with before were congratulating her on the great performance, giving her compliments about her body and dancing skills.

Y/n was so tired she didn't hear half of it, only saying thank you's to the girls. She changed to some comfortable clothes and didn't even bother to take her make up off saying to herself she'll do it when she gets home.

She got out of the club, the cold air hitting her skin making the little hairs on her body all stand up. she looked at her phone and saw how late it was.
"shit...it's already 3am" Y/n said to herself, she started speed walking home, she didn't think today's performance would take that long..

As she was walking she kept feeling followed and weird. She looked back a few times but didn't see anyone, the street was empty only the lights above her head lighting up the sidewalk.

But as she was about to take a turn she heard steps behind her. She got her keys in hand already for self defense. She started walking faster not even looking back, the steps behind her getting faster as well getting louder as the person gets closer to her.

Her heart was beating loudly, anxiety getting the best of her, tears welling up in her eyes. She knows what was going to happen next. She just started running too scared to look back.

The person grabbed her wrist roughly and put their hand around her mouth only letting muffled sounds escape her mouth.

"NO! LET GO OF ME! FUCK!" Y/n tried to say through the rough wrinkly hand around her mouth.