Strippers Boyfriend - Vkook

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He sighs before patting my thigh "want to do round two?"

"... No, too sad"

"Aww common. Don't make me start on my own" I roll my eyes hugging my knees tighter to my chest, "Just gimme a while to mope, I'm used to regretting this shit. I'll get over it soon enough,"

"Hmm. You mope. I'm gonna get some stuff ready" He says with an evil chuckle.

I hum nodding sadly, giving him a little smile as he walks out.

I lean back on the sofa grabbing one of the tissues Taehyung used, using it to wipe my cum off my chest and stomach.

"You done moping yet?" I throw a cushion at him, "You really expect me to cry out my problems in 0.2 seconds?"

"Don't cry~" he coos, "Why not? It's the normal response to remembering the fact you've ruined your life," I mutter sadly pinching some fat on my knee.

"Because you're too pretty to cry," I scoff at his comment turning to look at him, "I'm a fat, talentless, idiot who lives off of his best friend whilst working at a bloody Subway."

"You're not fat. Or talentless. You're beautiful and smart," He walks into the living room sitting on his coffee table.

"I practically stress eat for a living, and after spending most of my existence dancing I've come out with nothing.

Would a smart person yell at his best friend because he found the job we've wanted since we knew jobs existed?"

"No he wouldn't but, you are still 100% beautiful"

"What can that do? I'd make a stripper joke but I love them and I was denied all jobs as a stripper too.

Maybe I could be a prostitute. Had plenty of practice sleeping around at this point,"

"Nope.  You're Nobody's fuck buddy but mine."

"Fuck buddy?" I repeat with a sad sigh. "Don't get paid by you though,"

"I let you come back didn't I?"

"Yeah, but if I worked as a prostitute I could put this face to work and make some money,"

"Nope. Daddy is not gonna let it,"

"But it's the closest to being a stripper I can get. And that's the dancing job I always wanted... "

"You're too adorable. They'd eat you alive,"

"As long as it pays..." I mumble, subconsciously squeezing my thighs together.

"Daddy doesn't want you to be abused," he says with a pout. "Baby doesn't want to die working in Subway,"

"Baby won't."

"Not if I get fucked for money. Who knows, maybe one day they'll let me dance for them..." I smile trying to be optimistic with my options.

"Nope. You wanna fuck someone. Fuck me."

"I can't dance for you and you still can't be a job."

"You said my apartment is dirty. Wanna be a cleaner for me. Plus working at subway, I can't really pay much,"

"You know I'd clean this place for free right? I like cleaning. Besides I'll probably never do anything with my life again. Namjoon's quite good at crushing people's motivation,"

"Namjoon sounds like a dick." I shake my head lightly, "If it wasn't for him I'd be homeless with a dead end job. He forgives me and let's me stay with him,"

"Doesn't mean He's not a dick,"

"I trust him... He has an iq of 148 I doubt he says stuff for no reason,"