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a/n: this chapter is going to be in yoongi's perspective of the other one. 。。。 Yoongi couldn't help but smile and chuckle to himself as he left, feeling a bit of heat rush around his cheeks. The ravenette shook his a little with the smile glued to his face. "Ah, what is you doing to me darling."
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As the elder was walking through the club, he made sure to stop at his friends office, Namjoon, to tell- no, more like force him to let his doll off from work early. Because he had a theory that if he wasn't here, then maybe something bad was bound to happen without him being around to stop weird or drunk guys from touching him. Yoongi understands that the boy has worked here way before he started coming to the club, and understands that Jimin knows that people are going to act rebellious in this type of environment, but he could tell that the stripper really enjoyed the protectiveness and possessiveness that he provided around him. And besides, the boy had made a soft spot in him, cause if anything, he would've fucked and left him like any other human that he done to. But there's something that the boy was doing to repel him from doing that. Maybe it was his big brown doe eyes, or maybe his melodic sweet voice, or maybe that beautiful sinful body of his, or probably-
"Snap out of it Yoongi~" He mentally slapped himself as he finally made his stop in front of Namjoon's door, knocking on the wooden surface.
When he did knock, he heard a faint, "come in" and he opened the door walking in.
"Oh, Yoongi hyung? How's it going man?" The younger stood up and made his way towards Yoongi, both of them grinning at one another and pulling each other in a hug.
"You Know the usual, working and sleeping. How about you and this club?" Yoongi said, patting his back as he pulled away from the hug.
Namjoon smiled and looked up at the ceiling then reverting his gaze back to the elder, "Its going great, if it wasn't for your help who knows where I'll be." He laughed and scratched the back the back of his head, huffing out a little breath. "But, if I've got to be honest, this business is going crazy all because of one certain dancer." The owner chuckled and sighed.
Yoongi nodded his head up and down slowly, he was beginning to be irritated a little but decided to not show it. "Mhm, and what dancer are you talking about?" He took a seat in a black plush chair, making himself feel a little comfortable.
Joon clicked his tongue and pointed at the ravanette, "I'll decide to let you guess. But if you need a hint, its your favorite dancer." He winked and started laughing softly.
Of course Yoongi knew it was Jimin. But he was slightly hoping that it wasn't, because Yoongi decided to claim as his which he knew was wrong, but damn, he couldn't help himself but just want the boy.
