Exotic Dancer [MYGxPJM]

11.

no pov

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"Promise me you'll be alright." Yoongi mumbles as they wait in his car right in front of exotic dancers. "If not, you'll be there to protect me, right?" Jimin says as he raises his eyebrows. He's completely taking over Yoongi. "Jimin I'm genuinely worried Junseo's going to be inside, waiting for you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you again." "I can handle him." "But can you, really?" Jimin huffs and steps out of the car. "If you stop eye fucking me, yes." "Huh?" "You make my legs weak. I won't be able to stand properly, which means I won't get a chance to fight Junseo." "Horny bastard." "I am truly not." Jimin chuckles. His cheeks have become dark red of color, giving in on all Yoongi's flirty remarks. Yoongi has been holding onto Jimin's hand since they got out of the car. "Ok, let's go. I still need to change." Jimin pulls Yoongi with him, his sweaty hand holding on tightly as they approach the strip club. "Are you ready?" Jimin looks back at Yoongi, who is nodding in response. 

The club has already been warmed up. It's too hot for Jimin's cheeks, which turn red after a minute or two. "I don't see him.." Jimin mumbles as he tries to focus the music away. "You go change, I'll see if he's in the back." "Ok." Jimin smiles up at Yoongi before disappearing down the stairs. It's almost as if his two friends were waiting for him. They're holding the furriest coat out of a lot of furry coats and are wearing the biggest smiles. "Hyuna LOVED the idea of you in this coat, so you better wear it." "I don't get paid enough for this." Jimin says as he throws of his shirt so he can put on the coat. "Oh. My. God." Jungkook's jaw drops as he looks at Jimin. "It looks better on you than-" "It's hideous." Jimin spits out as he looks at himself in the mirror. He looks like a rich motherfucker ready to take all your money, too. "Glad that I don't have to wear sunglasses or something like that." "Oh come on Jimin! It looks really good on you." Hoseok says with his shoulder leaning onto Jungkook's. "Can't wait to get fired." Jimin mumbles before disappearing back upstairs, promising his friends that he'll put up a good performance. 

Yoongi isn't too hard to find. His elbow is leaning against the bar while his hand is tightly holding onto his new bought drink. Jimin's eyes are sharp enough to notice Junseo in the back, and the moment he sees his boyfriend, he chickens out. He can't do it. He can't walk around like he isn't there, staring at him. He can't do anything but stand in a corner with terror in his dark brown eyes until his boss lays her hand on his shoulder. "Looking good, Jimin." "Everything for you, Hyuna." She never notices anything about Jimin. She never notices the terror in his eyes or the shaking legs he has when Junseo touched him again. She is blind to it all just because she's the one that wants Junseo. "Stage is yours in a few minutes." It felt like a reflex, because he didn't actually want to grab her arm. "Wha-" "Please let me skip this one." "Jimin I can't just cancel your performance. Look at all the ladies waiting for you." "I can't do it." "This is not your choice. We.. You.. need the money." Hyuna pulls her arm away and rushes down the stairs. There HAS to be a way he can save himself from going on stage and showing himself to Junseo.