A/N: hah double update in your area :>
"Crazy in love" starts up and begins to blare loudly, wedging itself into Jimin's earbuds, creeping and worming to both of his hemispheres. He lets himself flow freely with the song, twirling his body making his lacy coat twirl elegantly and gracefully like a ballerina. With one hand gripping the pole, he grinds down slowly, earning loud whistles and cash throwing from downstage. Jimin combed back his unkempt hair and plastered on his light-drenched face a seductive and hypnotic smirk before continue to roll his hips to the sensual beats.
Jimin sticks out his plump arse teasingly after curling one leg around the golden pole and slides down gracefully, almost gliding in golden more than that of the horses figures in carousels. From the corner of his sexily hooded eyes, he sees crumbled bills fly up, landing on the wine-red rugged stage so he slowly sashays to the stage area that's near the front row to stuff it in the leather belt hugging his admirable waist, earning more hungry howling from the gentlemen enjoying the dance.
Just then, his glittering eyes spot a man dressed in classy suit, eye-fucking Jimin's body with his firm icy and a hint of smugness gaze. Silver-like scruff that plants on his pointy chin and salt-pepper hair slicked back nicely - a true gentleman. In his hands decorated with golden rings is a thick stack of cash and like a prey drawn towards his bait, Jimin walks over and rolls his round bum playfully in front of the stranger's face, earning himself a reward - the money and a playful slap following a squeeze.
He sways his hips while gripping the pole, making out Jungkook's figure from a far between the flashing spotlights. Taehyung is no where to be found and Jungkook is looking at him, nearly preying on him with eyes glittering with dominance. He's twirling the neck of his glass while licking his plump lips after doing the tongue-in-cheek. He looks chilled but intimidating all the same time and Jimin is frustrated. The "almighty" Jeon Jungkook is so good at everything that he's unreadable - hiding his emotions with such little effort.
And as if all Jimin had done was not teasing enough, he does a needy expression and mimics a moan along with the music. His purple-tinted irises avert to where Jungkook's sitting and he sees his throat bobbing slowly. mouthing out a "fuck" that seems to be unintentional.
Satisfied, he smirks in victory and sticks out his tongue in a teasing manner, continuing his dance routine, showing his meaty thighs, framed hips and gorgeous arse. Toned bare chest and flawless collarbones burn in glitter as the Lacey coat "accidentally" slides off his shoulders and hits the ground gently. "Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love" he mouths out needy-mannered, trailing his hands all over his bare chest as the song comes to its end, sucking his bottom lips as he makes direct eye contact with the cop sitting at the back, watching him attentively, not wanting to tear his gaze.
Loud whistles and applause boom in the club after the the song ended, louder than the music blaring from the bar's speakers. The last of crumbled bills are thrown onstage as Jimin collects them up, stuffing and hugging before scurrying to the dressing room. The spotlight dies down and it turns on with a vivid cyan, drowned in the ocean-like atmosphere is a young tan with mermaid-like makeup, Bada, rounding one leg on the pole and start sliding himself down seductively.
Right after he walks into the dressing room, he's tackled in a bear hug by other dancers who're done with their routine. He smiles cheerfully and his eyes search for the shadow of Hoseok who mysteriously vanishes after his dance. Never mind, maybe he went somewhere to have some fresh air like he usually did when he's stressed and hell, Jimin's dance was a fucking ball of stress that Hoseok needs to get rid of. Even Jimin was taken aback from the crowd's reaction, he didn't expect to have his usual earnings tripled up. It was a miracle, a worthy chance of giving something new a try.
Jimin was sure as hell: He is one bold Chinese porcelain vase.
Jungkook was sure as hell: He got a boner and it is not a nice feeling that somebody left him like this after turning him up. He finds himself jerking off in one of the murky bathroom stalls filled with silent moans and huffing, outside are continuous music beats. The image of Jimin giving him a lap dance, his body shaking rapidly and weak when he's pounding into him and his sweet, sweet moans fill the sex-drilled room. Again, he's having lewd thoughts about someone he ought not to have but he couldn't help himself imagine it, it comes to him like waves lapping the shore, like wildfire burning the forests, heating his loins with sexual desires.
Although that "business" he's having has to be taken care of by himself, save it for later.
The thing is when Jimin's preparing his dance, Taehyung was leeching him around and surrounding him with the strong smell of alcohol, indicating he's drunk. It was the moment of Taehyung's intense seduction and Jungkook was nearly drawn into the pit when he catches a glimpse of a female talking to the male bartender serving him before. After the short and inaudible conversation, she walks off to where the male bartender used to stand and begins cleaning the wet glasses, not noticing both of the boys in the dark corner. Jungkook knew right away, the target was in his hands:
Kim Jisoo was right in front of him.
Jungkook then shoved Taehyung away in a careful manner since Taehyung is still older than him - his greatest and shyest hyung and mumbles a sorry before switching a bar stool to get a closer look at Jimin's performance and the female bartender - Jisoo.
After getting out of the bathroom, Jungkook plops himself down on a bar stool in a dark corner of the bar, where he successfully brings the image of the bartender into his eyes and wonders where Jimin is because he tells him to wait here after his performance. Just then, he catches a glimpse of a blonde female with striking clothes walking over to a beaming Jisoo, he stares at both of them, pondering on how could the female talking to her turn her, from a deadly-looking and icy-chilled person to a happily beaming and blushing beauty. The blonde is wearing a red and blue stripped blouse that beautifies her collarbones and smooth skin, teared black shorts that emphasizes her endlessly long legs. Jungkook squints his eyes to make out the figure in the darkness and he startles when the blonde figure slightly turns her head to his direction so as to point at a bottle of red wine:
"Lisa?"
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