The Seven{BTSxReader}

C. 8.

The door to your apartment slammed shut, causing a loud bang to fill the once silent atmosphere.

"They fired me!" You yelled angrily, addressing your best friend who followed after you. "After all the years of work I put into that place, they just fire me!"

Ruthie slowly took a seat on the couch, sighing deeply as she shook her head, rubbing her temples.

"Are you serious?" She huffed out. "You've been there for what? Two years now? I don't even think you've missed a single shift, even though you're a full time student."

You nodded your head, throwing your arms in the air.

"I know right!"

Ruthie crossed her arms.

"Why do you think they fired you?" She inquired.

You shrugged your shoulders, already knowing the reason why.

"Because I wouldn't strip for them." You deadpanned.

Ruthie tilted her head, her blue eyes staring at you curiously.

"They asked you to be a stripper?"

You nodded once again.

"Yes. When I declined...they fired me." You stated. "They're just perverts who want me to take off my clothes for money!"

The red-head frowned deeply.

"But, I don't understand..." She started. "Don't you have to be a model to even get an interview?"

You huffed, crossing your arms as you made your way into the kitchen.

"Yes." You said. "Which is why I don't understand why I was even considered, let alone asked three times."

Ruthie's eyes widened.

"They asked you three times?!"

You gave her a stern look, before opening your refrigerator and leaning down to peer inside.

"Three annoying times." You stated. "Different people came to ask every time too... I swear rich people just can't take no for an answer."

The blue-eyed girl nodded her head in agreement, her shoulders shrugging.

"Well, you're right about that..." She sighed. "But, if I'm honest, I'm glad you finally got an opportunity to get away from that place...The clientele that place brings..well they aren't the best people to be around."

You snorted, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a bottled water, shutting the fridge door.

"Do you really believe everything you read online?" You popped, sitting down beside your friend.

Ruthie frowned.

"I'm serious." She deadpanned. "People say that place is run by drug lords and a lot of crime takes place there.."

You raised an eyebrow at her statement, amused by the quiet tone in her voice.

"Ruthie, I have been working there for two years," You started. "Sure, the lace is huge and extremely fancy, but underneath all of that...it's just a normal strip club...nothing interesting happens...at least not to me."

The red-head rolled her eye.

"Say what you want, but I think something is going on in that place and I have a bad feeling about it.."

You chuckled, shaking your head as you unscrewed the cap to your water bottle, taking a brief swing before turning you attention back onto your friend.

"What if we go find out?" You hummed.

Ruthie raised a brow, crossing her arms.

"What do you mean?"She asked. "You've got that dangerous spark in your eyes."

You poked her playfully.

"I mean, why don't we go and find out if something really is going on there?" You started. "I still have my employee badge. I can get us in for free."

The blue-eyed woman shook her head instantly.

"No way." She blurted. "That place is dangerous and crawling with drug dealers. I'm not going and neither should you."

You stuck out your bottom lip.

"It will be fun!" You argued. "We'll have a few drinks, share a few laughs, maybe talk to a few of the male strippers and if we see anything illegal, then we can leave right away."

"I don't know..." Ruthie mumbled uncertainly.

"Come on!" You whined. "It's been a long time since we've had any fun together."

You watched as your best friend's resolve slowly began to crumble, her face falling as she let out a silent huff of air.

"Fine." She popped.

You smiled widely, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

"Thank you-"

"But," She cut you off, giving you a stern look. "If we see anything remotely illegal, we leave."

You nodded your head.

"Don't worry," You started. "Nothing interesting ever happens at Wings."

Right?

A/N,

I love you, babies..

-Max