Secret Garden

Chapter 5

"Um, Tae? What the hell are we doing at a strip club?"

"To have a good time?"

"What the fuck."

Taehyung huffed as he got out of the car, Jimin following reluctantly, jaw dropped. The man at the front had come to recognize Taehyung, and offered a grin a tilt of his head as the two approached. Jimin was dumbfounded. He checked the shorter's ID then let them in, still amused. Immediately, Jimin was dragged to the bar and forced to sit, still stunned from being at a strip club. Just what was Taehyung getting himself into? The elder couldn't fathom what the other could have been doing here, and didn't want to think about it.

The bartender distracted Taehyung with a conversation, the two talking as if they were old friends. Just how long had Tae been coming here? Jimin let his eyes roam over the room, cringing when he caught sight of the two women dancing seductively on stage, grinding on each other. He was more than disturbed by the atmosphere. Everything was probably gross and there were probably some really creepy people in that crowd. Jimin glanced at the other, face pale. He wasn't going to be pulled into some kind of illegal drug dealing, was he? Taehyung wasn't secretly a pimp, right? As his mind provided the worst case scenarios, he was distracted from the current conversation between the bartender and Taehyung.

"He's stunned. You broke him. Has he even been to a strip club before?"

"Doubt it. There's a reason I brought him here though. Oh, and if we end up disappearing after this, tell the police it was Yoongi's fault."

"Ha! You got it."

Taehyung grinned and ordered them both a drink, snapping Jimin out of his thoughts when he slammed the glass down in front of him.

"Here. To help you calm down."

"Wait wait wait- what do you even do here? You don't hook up with people, do you? You know how unsanitary that is? What if you ended up with a disease? Oh my god you sell drugs don't you-"

"Hey! I don't do that. You really think that lowly of me? I'm offended," Taehyung exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing.

"Then why did you bring me here?" Jimin whined, reaching for his glass.

"You'll see! It'll be totally worth it," he explained, grinning.

"It better be."

~

Yoongi stared blankly into his locker. The routine for tonight was the same one he'd performed that night. Reluctantly, he changed into his costume, anxiety tingling throughout him. 'It's not going to be the same,' he thought, trying to reassure himself. 'He won't be here.'

"Yoongi-shi, it's almost your turn," one of the female strippers called.

"Okay," he mumbled back, swallowing his anxiety.

The lights dim, which was his queue to step onstage. Yoongi took a deep breath as he positioned himself behind the pole, head down. Everything was silent while he waited for the music to begin. It was as if everyone was holding their breath.

~

Jimin squinted towards the stage, barely able to make out the figure of a man in the darkness. He turned to Taehyung to ask what was going on, but was only met with a grin.

"What-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the lights switched on, illuminating the stage, while a sensual song started to play. Jimin's jaw dropped.

"Is that hyung?!"

Taehyung smirked and nodded, clearly amused by the other's reaction. Jimin continued to gape at the man on stage, stunned. Was that really Yoongi? Was he dreaming? What the hell was going on?! He watched, horrified, while Yoongi stuck his ass out, people immediately going to shove money in his pantyhose. The elder looked pleased.

"Is this real? Am I dreaming? Tae, please tell me I'm dreaming."

"Nope. That's hyung," he replied with a laugh.

"What the hell... How did you know about this? How long have you known about this?!"

"Woah hold up! I found out by accident. I was bored and decided to come here-don't comment-and it turned out that Yoongi works here and has been for a long time. I've been coming here a lot to see him. Mainly so I can make fun of him, but he's super talented."

"Jesus christ."

~

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Yoongi hissed, arms crossed.

"Hey, he practically threatened me," Taehyung whined.

"You told him?!"

"No! Of course not! He was asking where I kept going and then threatened me when I wouldn't tell him. Sorry, hyung."

Yoongi huffed, still pissed. Jimin was hiding behind Taehyung, looking apologetic.

"Whatever. You better not tell anyone else, alright? That means you too, Jimin," he growled, giving them his fiercest glare.

The crowd gathered outside cheered and Yoongi sighed.

"I gotta go back out there. Do whatever you want, I guess. Remember what I said though.

With that, he turned, leaving the two in the changing room.

Jimin finally stepped from behind Taehyung, still nervous. The younger abruptly turned, startling Jimin.

"We have to tell Jungkookie," he rushed out, eyes twinkling.

"What! Didn't you hear what Yoongi-hyung said?"

"Yeah, but Jungkook has the biggest gay crush on him. It'll be perfect! It'll be like when I took you here: we wont tell him what's going on so he won't expect it and then when hyung comes out- BAM!" Taehyung excitedly explained, jumping up and down.

"Oh my god."

"Or since his birthday is soon, we can bring him then and order him a lapdance and it'll end up being from Yoongi-hyung! This is the best idea I've ever had!"

"Taehyung- actually... That might be a good idea.

The two hurried out of the bar, waving to the bartender as the left. The whole walk home, they discussed the plan, both excited.

Jungkook would never expect this.

And he certainly didn't.