Taekook Oneshots

-19-

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(A/N: ok so this chapter is based in a strip club?! But no smut. Oof just read it's not inaproppriate or I would tell ya'll 😅)

Taehyung POV

"You think you're so smart huh?"

"Well lets see how smart that ass looks up on that stage!"

"You better get some good ass money or you'll be getting it."

Lash. One lash after another. Each more painful than the last. Each left their mark. I winced, stuffing my face into my hands to muffle my screams. When he left, I got up to inspect the fresh wounds. One bloody red cut on my left thigh, five more small ones along my waist area. The one on my thigh was going to leave a scar. 

I stood up and hefted myself to the bathroom. I patted the blood with alcohol, squeezing my eyes tightly. It hurt so much. It always hurt. 

I sighed.

Pull yourself together Taehyung, I thought, rolling on skin tight fishnet stockings and a strapped corset that hugged my stomach too tightly. This was already one of the better things I got to wear. I checked my make up in the mirror. None of it was running, except for a smudge of red lipstick that had escaped the corner of my lips. I touched at my bottom lip with a cotton bud and a lipstick. 

(A/N: Fake love vibes.)

There was a gentle knock at the door.

"Can I come in?"

I smiled.

"Yeah."

The door slid open, revealing a shorter boy with candy coloured hair, dressed in all white, decked out in jewels and a choker. He grinned at me, his crescent shaped eyes turning upwards. He sat himself down on my bed and helped himself to the glass of vodka on the coffee table. 

"Boss told me to tell you that I'm taking over your show tonight," Jimin said, sipping. "He has other plans for you apparently."

"Oh shit," I exhaled. "I'm in trouble."

"Maybe you'll get to fuck someone," Jimin offered.

"Come on," I scoffed. "Everyone who comes here are old and peverted. Besides, I want to lose my virginity to someone who loves me."

"Deep," Jimin grinned, puckering his lips. "Go along now little pup, you're up."

I gave my best friend a quick hug, before leaving the safety of my bedroom and to the open jaws of old men with money. The cold air hit my skin unpleasantly, and I rubbed my hands over my exposed arms. Someone from further down the corridor yelled my name, just as loud obnoxious music started to blast. I dashed froward, leaping onto the stage.

Tonight was a crazy bunch. A bunch of middle aged divorcees. Again. I tried to smile, but I could only plaster on a fake one. The usual MC, Baekhyun, a friend of mine, grabbed hold of my hand.