𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 // 𝙗𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨

_9

80,000 𝔀𝓸𝓷

"that guy's looking at you."

"no, he's looking at you."

"maybe he's looking at both of us.."

this was the third time tonight that seokjin and jimin we're being stared at by some guy. i mean, it wasn't unusual to be stared at as a stripper, but his gaze felt different.

it was the same guy that tried talking to jin a few nights ago.

"fuck this, i'm going to talk to him."

"jin—" jimin wanted to stop his friend, but he also kind of wanted to join him. the man that stared at the two was more than just attractive. he seemed deadly.

the guys eyes scanned seokjin up and down as he neared the seated man. jin found himself finding a spot on the torn up couch across from the man. his legs crossed upon habit and he threw a smirk at the guy. "hello."

"hey there." the man threw a smirk right back.

"i'm seokjin."

"i know." seokjin would've found that sort of creepy if his name wasn't advertised all over the building. "namjoon." he outstretched his hand, which jin took compliantly. namjoon then brought the other's hand to his mouth, letting his hot breath fan over the other's skin before planting a soft kiss on the back of jin's hand.

jin watched on in silence as namjoon slowly brought his lips back and let go of his grip.

"who's that one?" namjoon nodded his head in a direction behind jin.

seokjin turned his head around to see a blonde haired boy trying to pretend he wasn't just staring at namjoon. "that's jimin." he scoffed. he found it weird that namjoon knew his name but not jimins. wasn't it also advertised everywhere? why would this guy ask?

"cute." namjoon said before locking his dark eyes with jin again. "and so are you."

"you've said that before."

"i believed i called you beautiful." namjoon let out a deep laugh, it was a bit contagious, jin couldn't lie. "so what makes you want to talk to me all of a sudden? according to your friend, you're none of my business."

"maybe that's true...but things change." seokjin shrugged. in all honesty, he didn't know what his goal was by talking to this guy.

"well i want you to be my business." namjoon smirked. "call your friend over." he said without letting jin get a word of disagreement in.

jin turned around once again and waved his friend over. "jimin, this is namjoon."

an almost impossible to see blush lit up he boys chubby cheeks. "hi namjoon." he waved.

he had never looked more like a twink, jin thought.

"come over here." namjoon patted the empty spot next to him with one hand whilst picking up his drink with the other.

it was a scotch on the rocks—exactly this type of guys drink.

"how much is it for a lap dance, beautiful?" namjoon looked to seokjin, who looked a little surprised.

it shouldn't have been that big of a shock. people paid for lap dances all the time, it was part of their job. but suddenly coming from namjoon, it seemed a little off beat to jin.

"40,000 won for one, 10 minute lap dance." jin spoke from memory.

"is it double for two dancers?" namjoon flitted his eyes from seokjin, over to jimin.

jimin blushed more; his face preactically a fire truck when namjoon placed a hand on his thigh.

seokjin rolled his eyes, but was smiling for some reason.

"it would be double."

namjoon pulled out a wad of cash from his back pocket, not once breaking eye contact with seokjin, other hand still on jimin's thigh.

"80,000 for you babes."

seokjin and jimin stood up, seokjin outstretching his hand.

"follow us."