𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 // 𝙗𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨

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𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

sluts.

essentially, that's all they were. boys here for older men's enjoyment.

being a stripper at an underground, gay korean night club was a struggle, but they had each other. at least, that's what jimin liked to remind the other three boys.

jimin, seokjin, hoseok, and taehyung.

they were in this together.

"what's tonight's theme again?" jimin asked for the third time in the past hour. he was what someone would call 'ditsy': cute but not too bright.

seokjin rolled his eyes as he brought a pair of sheer tights up this legs. "twink night, jimin. boss told you like 10 times yesterday."

taehyung mimicked his hyung, pulling up his own pair of tights.

hoseok felt the need to interject from the corner of the room. "can't believe they're having me do twink night with you shitheads. do i look like a twink?"

the other three nodded their heads without second thought, all agreeing that hoseok was indeed a twink just like the rest of them.

hoseok was about to defend his case when a knock came from the door. none of the boys answered, but their boss walked in nonetheless.

"you boys ready?" mr. yong, their disgustingly old man of a boss, grunted through his slimy teeth.

the boys didn't like the man, you could say, but he's the one who gave them each their paycheck, so they at least respected him.

seokjin was almost always the one who spoke for the group, being the eldest and all, so this time was no different.

"yes sir, just finishing up."

"well hurry, you boys have a large crowd tonight." and with that, mr. yong exited the changing room.

jimin never liked 'big crowd' nights. he preferred when the establishment was more quiet. he felt less self conscious that way...even if it did earn him more money the busier they were.

the nervousness on jimin was apparent, and all the other boys could see it.

"you'll be fine jimminie." hoseok smiled, hooking a purple leather choker on.

"who's showcasing?" taehyung asked as he took a swig of water.

seokjin turned around to peer down at their scheduling book. "mmm...looks like hoseok."

hoseok's face instantly lit up. he loved being the opener. whether he was with these three boys, or another group, he loved being the crowds first impression.

he bounced a little as he neared the door. the shell of his ear pressed against it, waiting for mr. yong to announce the show.

"welcome gentlemen to twink night! our first performer will be the lovely, handsome, and
oh-so-dominating: jung hoseok~"

the introduction was a little muffled, thanks to the door, but hoseok heard his name and took his que.

the red and rusty door swung open with a push of its handle, and the boy made his way to the runway.

now the only thing standing between him and the crowd, was a curtain.

he readjusted a few of the matching purple leather  garments around his body, and took a deep breath in.

his face washed over with a look of lust. of course, that's what sold to the men who sat there to watch.

now prepared, he flung open the curtain.