Secret Garden

Chapter 3

The club was packed that night, everyone a buzz as they waited for the next performer. Yoongi hummed from his spot at the bar, occasionally taking a few sips from the glass in front of him. He could feel a few people ogling him, but ignored them, listening in on a conversation the bartender was having with the man beside him. He had some time to kill before it was his turn to go on stage, so he took this as his opportunity to get free drinks; a perk of working there. The crowd gathered in front of the stage broke out into cheers, catching Yoongi's attention.

It was one of the new female strippers. 'Boring,' the blond thought as he turned back to his drink. From the corner of his eye, he could see the man from earlier watching him curiously, almost enraptured.

"Never see a male stripper?" Yoongi grunted, not even bothering to turn toward the guy.

He tensed and gave a slight nod, face flushing. 'Too easy,' Yoongi thought, finally turning to look the man in the eye.

"Care to try?" he asked with a smirk.

The man simply nodded and followed the blond, almost dumbfounded. Yoongi took him to one of the rooms they used for private shows. He wasn't too worried about the guy not being able to pay; he was wearing a really expensive looking suit, after all. He looked pretty young, too. Not that it really mattered.

Yoongi all but shoved him into one of the private rooms, smirking as he did so. The man stumbled onto the leather couch at the other end of the small room, eyes wide and looking uncertain. 'Not for long,' Yoongi thought, turning on some music and taking his place on the man's lap. The song blasting throughout the room had a deep bass and a slow beat, setting the mood. Yoongi smirked as he rolled his hips to the beat, the man below him gasping and gripping his hips.

A swirl of the hips had the man wanting more. Yoongi prided himself in his ability to seduce any man. He stood up and turned, feeling the man grab his ass. He grinned, knowing he'd won. He danced to two more songs until he decided the man was starting to become a little too handsy. As he waved the man off he smirked, feeling the fat lump of cash in his back pocket. He counted it in the back, more than satisfied with the amount. The night had barely even begun, too.

/

Taehyung bit his lip as he stepped out of the car. He stopped to watch the taxi pull away, feeling nervous. The flashy neon sign of the building made his cheeks flush, but he ignored it, trying to look confident as he approached the beefy man at the door. The glare he received from the man made him shrink in on himself a bit, causing the man to laugh.

"I take it this is your first time?" he asked, obviously amused.

The brunette gave a slight nod, holding out his ID for the man to take. He waited as the other scanned over it, before handing it back. He grinned as he let Taehyung inside, giving him a little eyebrow wiggle. Immediately the atmosphere changed. Loud music thumped throughout the entire club, dim lights making it a little hard to see. Taehyung made his way to the bar, in desperate need of some good ol' liquid courage. As he downed his first glass and waited for another, he turned his attention to the stage.

A woman with large breasts was currently working the pole, swinging around with an impressive amount of strength. Taehyung pursed his lips and turned to his second drink, this time taking slow sips. His alcohol tolerance wasn't that high, in all honesty. The bartender gave him a grin.

"Not here for the ladies, huh?" he asked, amusement laced in his words.

Taehyung's face flushed. "Y-yeah," he stuttered, looking away.

As it turned out, the bartender was actually a really cool guy. He was more than happy to entertain the brunette while he waited for the male strippers to make their appearance. Taehyung was relieved he didn't drag Jimin along, otherwise he'd be getting all kinds of crap from the shorter.

"So what brings you here, anyways? You hear about Suga and become interested in our little club? Or just happen to come here by chance?"

"Uh... I just happened to come here. Who's Suga?" he asked, confused.

The bartender's grin widened. "Oh. You'll see."

As if on cue, the club darkened, a bright white light turning on over the stage. Deep, bass heavy music began to play. Taehyung turned to the stage, raising an eyebrow. He could feel the bartender's eyes on him, as if waiting for his reaction. Anticipation filled the room, and Taehyung bit his lip, suddenly excited.

The crowd broke out into cheers as a shorter man stepped onstage, his pale skin gleaming in the light. He was dressed in black tights, a black crop-top, a fedora, and a harness. Taehyung felt his face flush again. He couldn't really see the man's face as he approached the pole, his head lowered. The man stopped just before the pole, head still down. The song started to pick up and Taehyung found himself anticipating what was going to happen next.

The beat dropped and the man threw off his hat, perfectly timed. Taehyung gasped and nearly fell out of his seat.

"Hyung?" he all but shouted.

Luckily, the music was too loud for him to even be heard that well. The brunette was at a loss for what to do. Here he was watching Yoongi, his hyung, seductively grinding against a pole in front of a ton of people. Not only that, but he was wearing skimpy clothes, and was allowing strangersto shove money into his costume. Yoongi: the short, grumpy, hyung, who didn't like attention, was swinging around a pole and pressing himself to it, in front of the eyes of probably a hundred people.

It was insane. Taehyung almost wanted to pinch himself, to see if he was having some weird wet dream, but he knew that wasn't the case. This was real. Yoongi was shaking his hips and lifting himself up the pole, a smirk on his face. The brunette turned back to the bartender, hurriedly ordering another drink, before turning his attention back to the stage, as if in a trance. He felt a little bit of guilt when he realized he was getting hard, but then again, who could blame him?

/

Yoongi performed a few more songs before heading to the back, sweat glistening in the lights. The blond huffed as he pulled the bills from his costume. He was tired, but it was worth it. At least he didn't have to stay much longer. He loved his job, but it became more of a chore than anything when he was tired. There was a knock on the door and Yoongi muttered out a "come in", shoving the cash he'd received into his locker.

A throat clearing caught his attention and he turned, almost immediately regretting the decision. His jaw dropped. Taehyung stood at the door, looking hesitant. He gave Yoongi a look of guilt and shut the door behind him. Yoongi, too stunned to say anything, stood stock still, eyes wide.

Taehyung coughed nervously before stuttering out, "hey Hyung. Fancy seeing you here."