Stripper. (Complete)

"Ah, Shit."

Namjoon followed Yoongi all the way to the club, walking through the door.
What he didn't expect to see was news reporters and live cameras.

"Ah, Shit." He mumbled, rushing past them and going to Mr. Min, who was talking rapidly to Yoongi.

"Boss?"

Mr. Min turned toward him, grabbing his shoulders.

"Namjoon I need you to answer all their questions. I know you don't want to do this but I need you to do this. Trust me." Mr. Min said, squeezing his shoulders.

Namjoon nodded, flinching when a news reporter mentioned his name.

Fuck the class is watching the news.

Namjoon sighed, watching as a camera turned to him.

He gave s wink and the camera man blushed behind thr camera.

"Can everyone calm down! Your overwhelming him!" Mr. Min said loudly, making everyone back up.

"Kim Namjoon! How do you manage to work here and take care of your child!"

"Get money buy things go on with life." Namjoon said bluntly, pulling out a DumDum, Blue Raspberry.

Namjoon felt a hat be placed on his head. He turned around and saw Yoongi frozen and looking at him, like a deer caught in headlights.
Namjoon smiled before turning around, fixing his hat.

"Kim Namjoon! Why did you choose this job instead of another! Is there a reason?"

Namjoon thought for a couple seconds before saying "it's the only job I could afford."

"How long have you been working here!"

"Uuuuuh 2 years. Sense I was 15."

"Namjoon, who was that boy you were seen with?"

"My brother."

"Namjoon how old is he?"

"14."

This continued for a while.

Meanwhile the kids in his class were freaking out.

"I knew he was a slut!! I knew it!"

"He's been doing this since he was 15!"

"How the fuck!?"

"He's so ugly though!"

"I kinda feel bad....loosing his virginity to an old man really sucks."

"Agreed."

The continued watching as Namjoon was asked to put on his....'clothes'.

Namjoon pouted, grumbling about being told what to do.

"Whyyyyy?" He whined, biting gently on his lip.

"Just do it. I want them out of here!" Mr. Min said In his ear.
Namjoon nodded, rushing to his office, closing a door before the camera could come in.

Once he came back out, everyone started asking questions again.

"How the fuck are you so sexy?!" Someone asked from the crowd.
They obviously didn't take their job seriously.

"Why are so loud?" Namjoon sassed back, flicking his hair out of his face.

"Namjoon why do you do this! Don't you want to set a good example for your brother?"

"Look I can't do that if I live in an abandoned apartment building. He knows about this, so how can I set a good example if I can't even take care of him right?" Namjoon ranted, pushing a camera away from his face.

"Namjoon...why do you live there?"

"I was uh...you know what? I'm done! I'm fucking done! Get the hell outta my face!" Namjoon shoved a camera away, causing it to fall.

Namjoon yelled again. "Get out! Fuck off!" Yoongi held him back when he tried to jump on someone.

Mr.min got everyone out, slamming the door closed.

"Namjoon....calm down." Yoongi said, running a hand up amd down his back.
Namjoon looked away, tears forming in his eyes

"They need to mind there own business. It's mine note theirs." Namjoon whimpered, wiping his eyes.

"Namjoon it's okay. They're gone." Yoongi said, putting a hand on his head.

Namjoon shook his head.

Mr. Min went out to get everyone away.

"I-i can't do t-this anymore. It's t-too much. I can't keep trying to t-take care of Kookie, I can't take the bullying, I can't keep doing this!" Namjoon yelled, pulling at his hair.

"Namjoon--"
"I-i can't do it!"
"Namjoon!"
"I n-need help--mmf!"

Yoongi kissed him.

On the lips.

Namjoon stared at him wide eyes before slowly melting into the kiss, putting his hands on Yoongi's chest.

Yoongi pulled away slowly, stroking his cheek with his thumb.

"It's okay Namjoon. Your okay. Kookies okay."

"B-but-"

"I have a extra house. My dad bought it for me whenever I had my 'leave me alone' times. I have many rooms. You can stay there with me. Kookie too."

"Yoongi no--'

"Yoongi yes. Your coming with me. You both are. You can't keep living in that dump. Kookie nor you can live like this for the rest of your life. I don't want you too."
Namjoon stayed silent, looking down at his hands.

"I don't know. I don't want us to be a burden."

"You guys are not gonna be a burden."

"Kookie won't. But I will."

"Namjoon you are not a burden. Your perfect. "

"N-no I'm not. I'm discusting."

"Namjoon if I love you, you are not a burden, nor discusting."

"... w-what?"

"I love you Namjoon. Me loving you proves you are not a burden or discusting. And I takes slot of time to make me fall for someone. But when I saw you the first time inthsi Club, I fell for you in only two days. It usually takes me a month."

Namjoon stared in shock. How can someone love someone like him? What does Yoongi see in him?

"Mm....i-...i-i like you too."

"You like or love Namjoon. Which is it."

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"I... i-i love you t-too."