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Namjoon sighed deeply as he looked out over the sea of greedy customers. He luckily had managed to convince the owner to let him be a waiter rather than a stripper. He didn't think his soft heart could handle giving his body away to that many lustful eyes. It wasn't like he would have sex with them, but they would definitely be thinking of the ways they would take him or have him take them (if they're into omegas fucking them).

He instead walked around in a provocative outfit, showing more skin than he ever wanted, to go from table to table refilling alcoholic beverages and occasionally making a few tips himself. He slipped around the grungy cheap people and walked towards the VIP section. They always got careless with their money and would tip him more than they would have done sober.

In the common area there was just a stage and walkway, but in the VIP section, there were private circular tables where the higher class could request certain omega, beta, or alpha and any gender. He walked up to an alpha table that seemed to be deeply immersed in a conversation. He came up from the side to make his presence known "Can I get you anything?" he asked holding up his circular black tray his hip sticking out a bit hoping to get tipped a little more since these men were better dressed.

"Yeah, whiskey neat all around and don't serve that cheap shit that you give those customers out there omega," he said turning back to his friends. Namjoon bowed and went back to the bar to gather the drinks "Hoseok" Namjoon called catching the bartenders attention who smiled seeing his friend.

"What's up Joon?" Hoseok asked serving drinks to a few alpha girls who were wearing happy 21st birthday hats. "I need four neat whiskeys," he said "and they said they wanted it to be expensive and not the kind you serve out here," he said quietly slouching down onto one of the sticky bar stools.

After a few minutes, Hoseok set the drinks down on Joon's circular tray "Here you go Joon," Hoseok flashed him a friendly smile before going back to do some bar tricks for the girls who would be tipping a lot.

Joon sat up and grabbed the tray going back to the VIP section where the alphas were. He started setting the drinks around in front of each man ignoring the dancer above. He finished and folded the tray under his arm flashing a smile before turning to leave.

"Omega," the alpha who ordered the drinks called. Namjoon turned to look at him, well his shoes after he realized how expensive this man looked. His dark hair and even darker eyes.

"yuh- yes?" Namjoon stuttered blushing and feeling flustered, he usually was ignored or if the customer got too handsy he would dump the nearest drink on his head.

"Get up there," he said and Namjoon followed his finger that pointed to the pole. His breath caught in his throat. He glanced quickly around the room for his boss who had wide eyes and was nodding his head up and down quickly having been eavesdropping and rubbing his fingers together to symbolize money.

"Um... ok... let me go uh talk to my boss" Namjoon replied nervously before speed walking to his boss.

Namjoon opened his mouth but his bosses hand came up stopping him "before you say anything let me explain-" his boss held up his hand "that man is Jeon Jungkook and he has a lot of money to blow and he is already spending a very large amount tonight. After this dance, I will ask for nothing more. It will be your choice, but this will boost our popularity and you could be getting a lot," he said and Namjoon nodded looking at his shoes.

"What do I do?" he asked scratching the back of his head. "I'll make a fool of myself"

"Well let the others help you," he said pushing him into the back room where he was instantly thrown a different set of clothes and had makeup applied lightly to his face.

The beta and omega strippers gave him tips while the alpha dancer told him how to get alpha men's attention. He nodded and listened diligently before walking out of the beads on the doorway feeling so damn insecure. His skimpy waiter outfits were bad enough but now he was in a fucking thong that was uncomfortable and was showing too much skin. Nobody since his ex had seen him like this.

He was just lucky he didn't know how to walk in heels or he would be taller than everyone here. He watched the other male omega smile softly at him as he descended the private stage while he walked up.

"Took you long enough omega," The leader said not even glancing at him. He nervously bit his lip in the blue and red neon lights. This was against his morals in so many ways, but he had pups to feed and everything he did was for them.

He grabbed the pole in his hand to hold onto something stable as he walked around it on the table. The flashing red lights hitting him from the side while the blue lights were casting from up above. He started with some mellow stuff because his clumsy ass would probably fall if he tried to do anything fancy. He felt so uncomfortable.

His hands slid down the pole with the rest of his body to the floor dropping and lazily pulling some provocative moves he saw a beta do at the nearby table. He sure felt pretty, but he also felt like prey to the man's dark eyes. He was watching him intently ignoring the other men's conversation. Jungkook, was his name, leaned back in his seat enjoying the amateur's little show.

Namjoon held eye contact with the man for as long as possible before feeling shy and glancing away despite the other strippers telling him that it was easy to get money if you made it seem like it was personal. Hopefully he never had to go back up on the stage again after today.

Namjoon finally built up the courage to get up off the ground and hoist himself up bending his back prettily. He pulled himself a few feet off the ground hanging in air using his thick thighs to hold his weight up a small sweat blooming on his forehead. He thanked God that he had watched other dancers practice.

He bent backward a little letting go with one hand, up here he felt unreachable and it felt nice to have people want him.m he decided. Especially ones he never had to see again. Maybe that was the appeal to this profession. To feel important, even if it was just for his body. He honestly saw no appeal to his body, but maybe this alpha liked his weirdly muscular legs and rather flat butt.

The neon lights danced with him as he moved to the rhythm of the song playing too loudly with the stench of alcohol that stung his nose. He got used to it while working here for the past year, barely a month after birthing Jin and Baek.

He didn't check the clock as he spun elegantly in the air occasionally coming close to the ground and teasing before going back up. Before he knew it the little bell chimed signaling the end of the night, 3 am.

He slowly slid down the pole to the private table. Jungkook sat up and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and standing up barely the height of his waist from the ground. Namjoon expected him to shove the wad of cash in the elastic of his panties, but instead, it was pressed to his palm.

"What's your name omega?" he asked.

He didn't really have a stripper name, when he first started here they called him Rose, but that was kind of weird. He wasn't a permanent stripper so he used his nickname.

"Joon," he replied still standing on the table.

"See ya around Joon," Jungkook said walking away with his friends.

He looked down at the wad of cash and gasped almost crying. This would pay for his rent for two months, or he could save it for his pup's college. He clutched the money securely in his hands and went to change back into his jeans and winter clothes.

Namjoon then went to the private room his boss let him use. Inside were the two pups sleeping peacefully. He didn't feel like burdening his neighbor so he had brought them in. He had a little baby wrap that he put the sleeping Baek and Jin in before putting on his coat and zipping them all up. He put the hood over his head and held the two small bodies close to his chest as they slept. He walked through the cold air back to his home. Maybe just maybe he was hoping Jungkook would come back.