Strippers Boyfriend - Vkook

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Jungkooks pov

I crack my eye open slightly to look at Namjoon's face, I try to move my hand to the back of his neck to lessen the awkwardness of the kiss.

I sigh when I feel him pull away moving my hand away from his neck, "I don't think this is helping you figure anything out Jungkook,"

"No. It's too awkward, you suck at kissing" I sigh leaning back against the head rest of the bed.

"I don't suck at kissing, I'm just straight. Like imagine kissing a dog, that's what it feels like," Namjoon groans leaning against the wall behind him.

"Kissing me is not like kissing a dog!" I say with a huff crossing my arms sulking.

"It is to a straight guy. But that's not the point, did you enjoy it?" Namjoon sighs with a pleading look in his eyes, clearly hoping I don't put him through it again.

"It was too awkward to enjoy" I run my fingers through my hair with a deep sigh.

"Well... we've been trying to do this all day. How about we just go to the bar down the road, clear our heads for a while, then try a different approach?" Namjoon grumbles desperately seeking a break from the awkward hugs and flirting.

"Fine, whatever. Not like I'm in a mental crisis or anything" I throw a pillow at him as I shuffle to get get off the bed.

"I'm trying to help okay? Maybe we'll meet someone at the bar who can help you better then I can," Namjoon groans, already putting his shoes on.

"But I don't want to pass my problems to some stranger. It's weird" I sigh as I find my coat.

"So is making out with a straight guy, I can pretend to be your boyfriend all you want but what you need is a gay man," He mumbles walking out my room and grabbing his keys.

"But then I'd need to say I was gay to get with the gay guy. No gay guy want to deal with a confused straight dude"

"They'll assume you're gay if you're talking to them, I just mean a quick kiss then leave. They don't need to know anything."

"I don't know how to pick up guys, how am I even supposed to do that"

"Just sit by them and wait for them to introduce themselves,"

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I sit at the bar looking around, Namjoon sat beside me looking at a group of girls from across the room.

"Namjoon pay attention to me" I whine, "No, I'm going over there and you can talk too... him." He mumbles pointing to a man sitting further along the bar with a bored expression.

I shake my head "Namjoon don't leave me. I don't wanna be a dorky lonely guy alone at the bar"

"Bye Jungkook." I glare at his back as he walks away, leaving me for some dumb, tanned orange, bimbo.

I try to burn a hole into the back of his head with a glare "What a dick," I mumble. I feel myself growing more jealous as he casually wraps an arm her waist, I practically growl when she puts her dirty little hands on his chest. Bloody whore.

I pick up my drink swigging a sip of it, aren't I good enough company for him? Does he really need some slut that probably doesn't even have two brain cells to rub together when I am sitting right here?

I move my glare back to the man sitting at the bar, smirking when a newly formed idea pops into my head. I'm getting payback, I'm gonna make him jealous. Then maybe he'll understand how it feels and stop being an ass.