Beauty in the cracks

Another crack

Jungkook woke up on the floor, snot and tears stuck to his face, throat raw. He felt raw, he felt sore all over and he hadn't eaten so his stomach was cramping and his head was pounding. He made his way to the kitchen, took some Tylenol, drank some water, and ate something small to settle his stomach. 

He checked his phone and had a few messages from Shownu, the last one angry 

My world: if I find out you're not answering me because you're doing something you shouldn't, you're not going to like the consequences 

Jungkook: I'm so sorry, I was sleeping. I fell asleep after you left, I didn't mean to. I was tired 
Jungkook: How was your flight? 

My world: remember my rules 

Jungkook: I know
Jungkook: I love you 

My world: See you in a few days. I'll be checking in. Make sure you answer your fucking phone 

Jungkook: I will ♡ 

He sighed as he sat his phone down. His stomach was in knots and he wasn't sure if it was from last night, his lack of food, his nerves, or his headache. 

He spent time cleaning the house, he had a list of chores that had to be done regularly and he needed to get his mind off his plan anyway so he turned his music up and got cleaning. After he was done he moved to the bathroom and got showered. 

He hadn't been to a strip club in years, and his new wardrobe had nothing that would make him ‘fit in' so an oversized pale blue sweater, and some light blue skinny jeans with white sneakers would just have to work. He pulled half his hair up into a ponytail and slid his glasses on. He felt sick. 

He waited and waited for Jimin, and when he finally knocked on his door at nine pm like they had discussed, bile instantly rose to his throat. He sat his phone down on the couch, grabbed his keys and opened the door 

“Hey” 

“Hi” he breathed out as he locked the door 

“How are you feeling?”

“Not good” he shook his head, he was suddenly very scared “I think this is a bad idea. I can't- he's going to know I left the house” 

“Jungkook, get in the car” Jimin lightly pushed him “he'll never know” 

“He knows Jimin” he was breathless and he couldn't breathe “he knows, I don't k-know how b-but he knows. H-he has s-someone watching” 

“Get in the car” he guided Jungkook to sit in the passenger seat and slammed the door- not noticing Jungkook flinch and nearly jump out of his own skin. He got in “take deep breaths. No one is watching, and no one knows. He'll never find out, okay? It's just me and you” 

All Jungkook could think about were his rules, and how he was breaking them. Jimin talked him through everything on the drive over and tried to help settle his nerves. By the time they arrived at what Jungkook had figured out was the club Jay worked at, he was less afraid of Shownu and more afraid of meeting his competition. 

“Here” Jimin handed him a wad of cash “you'll need a dance. I don't know what they go for, but you'll need time to talk to him”

“I can't take your money” he shook his head 

“Does he check your bank balance?”

“Yeah, how did yo-”

“Take my money, kook. I pulled it out for you to use for this. Unless you want him to know you spent money”