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changbin sipped from the glass cup that held a clear liquor with a lime in it, 4 clear ice cubes in it. the speakers boomed loud in the strip club, the dancers were coming on stage soon.
"binnie! having fun?" his close friend bangchan walked up to him, changbin could smell the liquor radiating off his body. changbin snickered, "someones drunk."
chan smacked his lips, rolling his eyes as well. "m'not drunk, i'm having a good time. don't be a fucking buzz." the australian says, his accent more heavy. "okay chan, give me that cup in your hand and don't drink shit else except water." changbin said, in full dad mode.
the older handed him the cup and watched as changbin took the last swig that was in the cup, sitting it back down on the bar, "you're so.. ugh i don't know. where's minho." chan asked.
"he left with some pretty ass girl a few minutes ago." changbin said, checking the time on his watch. chan rolled his eyes, that's so typical of minho.
"don't get mad, but i heard your ex is one of the dancers."
changbin froze, but nonetheless he shrugged. "nothing to do with me. i'm just here." he said, biting the lime that was in his cup. "she charges 500 for a private dance, you should consider that. maybe she miss you." chan says, watching as the dancers made their way to the stage.
changbin hummed, actually considering it: he had over 5000 dollars in cash in his pocket right now. he wouldn't mind blowing it all on her.
"there she is, she looks good bin, you should go up there." chan says, pushing changbin up out his seat. changbin smacked his lips and huffed walking up to the stage.
y/n noticed him and gave him a look, and he smiled at her. she continued with her routine and he watched closely as she moved her hips. changbin felt the wind get knocked out of him, he hasn't seen her in so long.
he smirked, pulling a few ones out of his pocket and tossing them to her, making her shake her head. he smiled, pulling out two hundred dollars and placing it in the waistband of her thong, she wanted to punch the fuck outta him but money is money.
after the show was over changbin waved bye to her and she flicked him off, walking backstage. "you're definitely about to get a private dance." chan walks up to him, an amused look on his face.
"of course i am what." changbin smile and chan laughed, dapping him up as well. "have fun, i see this fine ass girl i wanna go talk to, make sure you text me." chan says, eyeing some brown skinned girl at the other end of the bar.
