The lights of the club were dim, yet they seemed to hurt the anxious boy's flickering eyes. He swallowed a breath before making his legs move and walk up the platform to the seemingly taunting pole. Whistles could be heard throughout the dark club, and Youngjae bit his lip before placing his hand on the cold metal, glancing around the room once again when he caught the eye of a mysterious looking man on the other side of the club. The man slyly winked at him and Youngjae was about to flash a small smile when someone yelled.
"Hurry up already!" The people at this club came here for a reason, and that was to see young men like him waste their opportunity and strip for them. Youngjae sighed internally and smiled at the crowd before beginning his dance.
He never felt those haunting eyes leave his body.
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Youngjae sighed at his sweaty reflection in the mirror. He bit his lip while his mind raced with negative thoughts, not a single positive one making its way to the surface of his brain.
"This isn't what I want, right? What am I doing? A stripper? What the fuck was I thinking?" He argued with himself, not even noticing the male that walked into the room. He jumped back when he became aware of his presence, noticing it was the man who winked at him earlier. He gulped.
"Y-you can't be in here," he stuttered out, heart racing and face turning red from being caught mumbling to himself. The man smirked at him.
"I have my ways," he told Youngjae, licking his lips and staring at the smaller boy. "You were very good out there. You're very attractive," he spoke, slowly leading Youngjae to a wall and pushing him against it. Youngjae squeaked, blushing and biting back a moan when he felt Jaebum sucking and biting on his neck. He mentally cursed himself for enjoying this- it was already bad enough that he was a fucking stripper.
"S-stop. I'm gonna get in trouble," he tried saying but it came out as more of a moan. Jaebum smirked against his soft neck and kept going, licking it, soothing the spot he bit. Youngjae finally managed to push the lustful man off and he took a deep breath. "You can't do that... Guests can't touch the strippers... you can't..." He mumbled while calming down from whatever he was feeling from Jaebum's touch. The older male laughed and leaned closer to Youngjae.
"Strip for me, baby," he breathed out, a lustful look in his dark eyes. Youngjae's eyes widened.
"Fuck- I have to go," he glanced at the clock, noticing the time. He was late. the strange- yet intriguing- man gave him a confused look. Youngjae paid no more attention to him, and grabbed his coat, leaving the room. Jaebum smirked to himself, realizing all the doors he had just opened for himself.
"Why would someone like him become a stripper?" He thought out loud while walking to the bathroom to take care of his problem.
A/N: FUCK IDK WHAT THIS IS FUFNDBDBSNJF
listen i just- idk
the chapters for this book might be shorter than instagram (my other book) but it depends
this might seem like it goes fast but jaebum is Not A Patient Man in this book so
okay bye UH
