I'll be there! | Jin one shots

Taejin - Stripper

Taehyung took a long sip of his drink, his face falling as he set the glass down with an audible groan. He looked around the dimly lit party hall, unimpressed.

“This is it?” he mumbled to himself, rolling his eyes. He flagged down his friend, Mingyu, who had invited him. “Where’s the stripper you promised, Mingyu? I thought this was supposed to be a bachelor's party,” he muttered, raising an eyebrow.

Mingyu chuckled, unbothered. “Relax, Tae. They'll be here any minute. Just have another drink or two.” He gave Taehyung a light punch on the arm before stepping outside to take a call, leaving Taehyung alone to sulk.

Taehyung sighed, swirling his drink as he debated leaving. He hadn’t even wanted to come—these parties always bored him, and he had planned to hit his usual club instead, find a quick thrill for the night. But Mingyu had insisted there’d be something… exciting.

Just as he took another drink, the door to the hall opened, and a figure stepped inside, immediately drawing the attention of every man in the room. Taehyung’s eyes widened, freezing as he took in the sight. The man standing at the entrance wore a sheer black shirt that clung perfectly to his body, paired with tight jeans that highlighted his every curve. His skin glowed under the party lights, his dark eyes glancing around with a mix of curiosity and slight apprehension.

Taehyung felt his heart skip a beat as he stood, unable to look away. It wasn’t just that the guy was attractive—he was breathtaking.

Taehyung's legs were already carrying him toward the entrance, his body moving on instinct. He reached the man and stopped just inches away, hesitantly lifting a hand to brush his fingers along his cheek. The man’s eyes went wide in surprise, but he didn’t pull back, their gazes locked in an unspoken connection.

“You’re late,” Taehyung said softly, a smirk pulling at his lips. “But you’re definitely worth the wait.”

The man’s brow furrowed in confusion, but Taehyung didn’t notice. Caught up in the moment, he slid his arm around the stranger’s waist, pulling him close, their faces inches apart. The man’s cheeks flushed, his eyes wide as he stared back at Taehyung, clearly taken aback by his boldness.

“Hey, Tae, don’t hog him!” a friend called from the crowd, laughing. “Let the rest of us enjoy too!”

Taehyung chuckled, ignoring the comment as he leaned closer to whisper in the man’s ear, “Save a private show for me, alright?”

Before the man could answer, Taehyung gently nudged him forward toward the center of the room, where a small crowd had started gathering, cheering and chanting. The chants quickly turned to “Strip! Strip! Strip!” filling the room with eager voices.

The man’s eyes went wide, looking around with growing panic. “W-What? Wait, I’m not—”

Just then, Mingyu re-entered the hall, spotting the commotion. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the stranger in the middle of the chanting crowd.

“Stop, everyone!” Mingyu shouted, making his way to the man’s side and putting a protective arm around him. “This isn’t the stripper—this is my friend, Seokjin!”

The room fell silent, the chanting dying instantly as everyone exchanged sheepish looks, realizing their mistake. Seokjin’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he cast a small glare at Taehyung, who stood rooted to the spot, stunned by this turn of events.

“Wait… you’re not the…?” Taehyung stammered, looking genuinely shocked.

“No,” Seokjin said, his voice clipped. “And maybe next time, don’t assume.”