𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 // 𝙗𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨

_2

𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓮𝔁

hoseok swayed his hips lustfully as he made his way down the runway and onto the open end of the stage.

immediate cheers erupted over the music filling the dark room. purple spotlights lit up hoseok's face, matching his adorned purple leather.

the boy strut until he reached one of four polls near the edge of the monochrome stage. he skillfully hooked a leg around the shiny metal, and coldness met his inner knee, as the poll hadn't been used since the previous night.

hoots and hollars began to echo through the space, only encouraging hoseok more.

he grabbed on to the poll with one hand and swooped his body in a circle, dropping his ass to the floor a few times.

as money began to fly on stage around hoseok's feet, a second boy entered the stage.

jimin came out from behind the curtain also drenched in leather. his though, was pastel pink.

pink lights soon filled the stage, mixing with the purple to create vibrant shades all shining down upon the two boys.

jimin made his way down to his poll a bit faster than hoseok had. he had always enjoyed the poll more than the strut to the aforementioned anyways.

he immediately aimed his butt towards the crowd of hungry-looking men. after two hands were securely around the metal, he did a slut drop that complimented the beat of the music.

before they knew it, taehyung was on stage beside them.

he was iconic for the way his eyes could draw anyone in, like you could peer into his soul. and he could do all that with his lids half shut.

there was already quite a bit of commotion on stage with the three boys all doing their own things.

now though, it was seokjin's turn.

mr. yong usually had him go last, since he was always the most anticipated by the crowd.

people seemed to remember jin. hell, the man could leave an impression on anyone.

with that knowledge in his head, he took his time walking down the stage to his designated area. his hips swayed, sure, but they told somewhat of a message. one that drew all the lustful eyes straight to him. his hands found their way to his chest, slowly caressing himself as he sensually bit his lip.

the other three boys had their place in the hearts of a few regular customers, but they were all still jealous of how men seemed to fawn over seokjin.

now, all four boys were on stage selling the one thing they knew how: sex.

it was how these young men made their living, and i'm sure if there was another option, they'd take it. but there simply wasn't another option. this was what their life had been for years now. but it was too late for things to change now...right?

-

shows always seem to end as quick as they begin, and tonight was no different. all four boys were back in their dressing room and it had only felt like a few minutes, when in reality it had been two hours.

mr. yong has given them their 'good jobs' and was currently counting the cash registers lot. the place would eventually close and the four boys would part ways like they did every night. they'd go to their shitty, run-down apartments they called 'home', and would think nothing of the night they just had.

it was usual.

"i wanna lead dom night next week." hoseok said, packing a small bag full of his belongings.

"you just performed in twink night and you think yong will let you head dom night?" taehyung snickered. he never really saw hoseok as being dominant, but then again he didn't know the boys sex life.

"i swear, you guys are always saying how much of a bottom i am, but i swear i'm going to find the right man and annihilate him." hoseok gruffed, throwing on a pair of grubby converse.

"the sadist jumped out." taehyung laughed, more so to himself, tying up his own shoes.

"y'all are annoying. goodnight!" jimin waved with a water bottle in hand and walked out the door. the others smiled and waved back as they watched their friend leave.

"goodnight guys." seokjin followed, as the second to leave. again, the other two waved and said their goodbyes.

jin waved to his boss as he made his way through the back exit. he had to admit, he didn't like the darkness that quickly surrounded him as soon as he was out on the street. the strip club wasn't in the best part of town (they never are), and the street lamps in no way did their job of illuminating.

the man quickened his steps. as soon as he did another set of feet could be heard quickening their pace as well. jin dared not to turn around because that's the first mistake everyone makes in a horror movie. and that is how you get murdered.

but the lingering feeling of someone at his very backside, scared him shitless.

now, he had planned to just speed up and up until he reached his home, but once he felt a hot breath fan across his neck, that was when he lost it.

he screamed, probably jumping twenty feet in the air. of course he turned around at that point, but he wasn't met with a knife to his ribcage.

instead, he was met with a sullen face. a handsome, sullen face at that.

seokjin seemed to be at a loss for words as he studied the face. the way the man's dirty blonde hair quiffed up, revealing his forehead. or how his eyebrows bent at the corners a bit, making him have a permanent scowl. but also at how plush his lips were, and how the point of his nose rounded so perfectly.

all thoughts drained away as soon as the man spoke. a, somewhat, gravelly tone met jin's ears.

"hello."

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i know what ur thinking

"kris how can you be writing another book, you got 2 already. WHATRE U DOING"

and you'd be correct IDK WHAT IM DOING

i just had an idea okay and this is being written for my friend j💘 hi luv you