Stripper to Trophy Husband | Yoonjin ✔️

One

"Wake up, Jin!" Hoseok, my friend, said, poking me in my side. I lifted my head off the desk and glared at him, "I am tired." It was tough for me to pay attention in class after the night I had. I had gotten home from the club late. Causing me only to get an hour's worth of sleep as I had to get up at five to make sure Jimin's breakfast was prepared before he went to school.

"Do you think I am sleeping in class intentionally? At least you got to go home early last night. Do you know what time I left?" I stretched my hands over my head as I tried sitting up to give the professor my full attention. "That's what you get for being so popular. If I knew introducing you to the life of stripping would put me out of business, I would've thought twice about it." I rolled my eyes at him, "I wish I could leave the world of stripping and give it all to you." I hated it, everything about it. Being a stripper was not something I was proud of, but it got the bills paid for me and my younger brother Jimin.

The first time Hoseok had suggested it to me, I turned him down. No way could I stoop so low and do such a thing. I had a future ahead of me, a dignity to uphold. Stripping? Absolutely not! However, my thoughts on that all changed once reality kicked in, and I realize the money my mother had died and left for Jimin, and I was only enough to pay off for the house we live in.

I could've rented an apartment and kept the rest of the money to get by with until it ran out, but for me, having a home as our own was more important than anything else. Jimin needed a stable place to lay his head. I didn't want him to have to worry about us moving up and down. The death of our mother was already enough for him to deal with. He was 13 at the time of our mother's death. I, on the other hand, had just turned 18. How lucky I was that I was old enough to be his legal guardian, even though I needed a guardian myself.

After my mother died, I vow that Jimin would never lack anything or be considered an orphan. I would do everything I could to make sure that never happened. So here I am, stripping my life away.

The first time I stripped, I was not too fond of it, but the money I made that night had blown me away. I had made more in one night at the club than I had made working at my job on campus at the cafe in two weeks. Stripping had allowed me to get Jimin in a very prestigious school and pay for the dance classes that he loved so much. He claimed he wanted to be a lawyer, but I knew that he was too young to understand what he wanted, as dancing was his passion. He is only sixteen now, so I am sure that he will figure it out once he gets to college, or at least I hope so.

He wasn't aware that I stripped. He thought I worked at the hospital at night as a medical assistant. I couldn't let my younger brother have that type of memory of me. I went to school during the days as I was studying business, and I worked at the cafe on campus. I didn't need to, but to make things more believable to Jimin, I had to. So I was a student by day but a stripper by night.

Hoseok is a blessing to my life. My best friend whom I would not trade for anyone else. Even though he had got me into stripping, he had done it with good intentions as he did not want to see me suffer as much as I was. Whenever I was too exhausted to go to Jimin's shows or parent-teachers meeting, he would go on my behalf. I swear he's the best there could ever be.

"You work tonight?" Hoseok asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Yeah, unfortunately, I think I work all nights this week."

I can't wait until I graduate so I can stop this life. It was tiring, and I am only twenty-one. There was no way I would meet a decent guy with this lifestyle of mine, and yes, I am gay.