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➭¹ Taehyung had no idea what he thought, coming around here. He never came to night clubs, no matter how much Hoseok insisted that he waste his money on strangers who took their clothes off for a living. Not that he could judge what anybody did for a living. Especially in his own predicament.
Yet, here he was; dressed in a simple white button up that had been tucked into leather pants. His hair was a little messy, from the constant amount of times he'd run a hand through it. It had been at least an hour since he'd last saw any sign of Hoseok. The last he'd saw of the older male, was when said dancer was making his rounds through the crowd of surging people.
Taehyung had thought of leaving. He truly had. But there was someone here that held his attention. A taller, skinny man with dimples cheeks; both of them. It was easy to see through the mesh shirt that was covering hardly any skin. He continued to make constant eye contact with Taehyung as his body moved to the beat of the music.
There was only one problem.
This seemed to be his job. Considering he was losing more clothing by the second, on the stage. Taehyung couldn't help but to feel a little bummed. There was nothing special about holding the other man's gaze; especially if he was getting paid to offer service like this. And get paid, he did. The stage was covered in bills, as men of all ages whistled and tossed their money like it was no big deal.
It made his stomach twist. How uncomfortable it must be, to be the center of some thirsty man's gaze. Or perhaps, the dancer liked something like that. Taehyung was being too judgmental, for someone who was undressing the other with his eyes.
"I see someone's caught your eye," Hoseok teased as he pushed his way around sweaty bodies to settle next to Taehyung, head nodding towards the stripper.
"It seems so," Taehyung admitted as he threw back the glass he'd been holding.
"Namjoon."
"Huh?"
"The kids name is Namjoon," Hoseok supplied, eyeing the lanky man — Namjoon — with a little chuckle.
"You know him?"
"I've done enough deals around here. He doesn't do any private shows. Word is that he the only time people get picked, is if he has intention on taking them home."
Interesting.. The man sure didn't seem like the type to simply take people home. But then again, Taehyung was purely making a basis on someone that he didn't even know. Maybe he was thinking too much into it.
"Oh? Sounds picky." He mumbled, instead, already taking another shot from Hoseok.
"Not really much different from us. I mean, we came to club. Clubs are for hookups, the only difference is that this surrounds his job."
"Mm."
—
After the information, Taehyung finally was able to gravitate away from the stage. There was no reason that the dancer was going to have any interest in him. Especially with the black eye he was sporting from a recent deal gone wrong. Absolutely nothing was attractive about it, and that may have been the reason that nobody was approaching him. Even if he sat at the bar, lonely and obviously waiting for some sort of approach.
"New here?" A voice asked, sliding in the chair next to him.
"Yeah, I guess so." He agreed, taking another sip before finally looking up.
He almost did a double-take, when he realized that the dancer — Namjoon — was sitting next to him. The ridiculously exposing outfit had been exchanged for something that made him seem like a normal clubber, rather than a worker.
"Namjoon."
"So I've heard." Taehyung grinned around the rim of his glass.
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Namjoon asked, leaning forward a little with a flutter of his eyelashes.
"I don't know, am I going to get anything in return?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, innocently.
"How bold of you to assume that I have anything to offer."
Namjoon seemed to be quick-witted. Nothing turned Taehyung on more than playful banter like this. It was a weird thing, but he liked to be able to hold his own conversation with someone who could be cheeky. It made it all the more fun, to reduce them into nothing more than a mess.
"Bold of you to assume that I'd give my name away to a stranger, for nothing in return."
"Guessing you're a big shot around here?" Namjoon softly thanked a bartender who slid him a drink, gifted from someone else who he didn't even so much as glance at.
"Something like that, doll. I think you're probably a lot more popular."
"Judging by the black eye, I'd say it so." Namjoon teased, which made Taehyung laugh and shake his head.
"And here I was, thinking you were attracted to the look." Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows, turning his body completely towards the other.
"I am." Namjoon admitted with a shrug. "I like the thrill of a bad ass."
"Yeah? I can give you a thrill."
Taehyung was a little cocky, and he knew that. But Namjoon seemed to be taking everything with stride. Hell, he even seemed to be excited by the idea. With a small smirk, the dancer invaded his space; enough to make Taehyung assume that he was going in for a kiss.
Instead, he stopped an inch away from their faces touching.
"Tell me your name."
"Why should I?" He asked, smirk splaying across his lips.
"I want something to say, when I'm making you cry, tonight." Namjoon insinuated with a little bite of his lip.
"I don't bottom."
"Oh, no baby. I plan on riding you into oblivion. Don't be mistaken."
Well, it seemed like they were in for one hell of a ride, didn't it?
