Stripper to Trophy Husband | Yoonjin ✔️

Nine

Seokjin didn't respond to Yoongi; he didn't know how to, nor did he trust himself to do so. He wasn't sure what Yoongi's motivate was, and he figured the less he knew, the better it would be for him.

He would do his job and go home, and then hopefully, Yoongi would disappear out of his life.

"How is the food?" Yoongi asked while watching Seokjin's lips as he ate his food. The things his mind was imagining was not healthy for his soul. He could see those lips of Seokjin doing some auspicious stuff to him.

"It's fine. However, now that I am full, I don't think I will be good at stripping for you." Jin said while smiling internally. Maybe if he played his cards well, he could escape tonight.

"That's perfectly okay. I can strip you myself." Yoongi said in a pressing tone while cutting into his food. Jin's mouth fell open, and he began coughing while gasping for air.

"Here you go." Yoongi poured Jin a glass of water and handed it to him. He got up from the table. "I will be inside when you are ready to join me. Feel free to have a glass of champagne before you come in."

Jin couldn't comprehend what had just taken place. He couldn't figure Yoongi out, and it frustrated him. Everything about the man frustrates him, from his looks to his attitude to even the sound of his voice.

Jin looked into the night sky and suddenly wished he could get to have more moments like the one he was having, but genuine ones. He wonders what it felt like to have someone take him on a real date and treat him with kindness. Due to his job, he didn't get much of that feeling. Most of the men he met wanted him for sex before they wished for anything else. Because he was a stripper, it was like he was immediately branded as a whore.

Even though he only had sex with one person his entire life, but no one knew that. All the men he met saw him as an experienced slut who they could have their way with. They all wanted him for his body, none wanted him for what was in on the inner core.

He sipped some of the champagne and leaned back in his chair. He thought to himself that might as well he enjoyed as much of tonight as he could. Even if he was being paid to be there, he was going to absorb up every ounce of the moment.

Yoongi stood by the window and watched Seokjin with an unreadable expression on his face. He felt something tugging at his chest, and he frowned upon the feeling. He didn't like the reaction Seokjin got out of him in the short time he had known him. He had a lot of mix emotions around him. One moment he wanted to sleep with him, and the next moment he wanted to treasure him.

"Maybe I just need to get him out of my system," Yoongi whispered to himself. "Once we have sex, he will be like anyone else."

******

After an hour of being unbothered and sitting by himself. Seokjin digested his food and sent Jimin a text letting him know he was going to work later than usual and most likely wasn't going to be home until late the next morning.

He felt terrible every time he had to lie to his brother about his job, but he couldn't scar Jimin like that. Jimin would probably quit everything if he knew, and he couldn't have that. No matter if he had to suffer, his Jimin had to get the best out of life. It's what his baby brother deserves.

After finishing what he needed to. Seokjin stood up from the table and pulled his shirt open and slips out of his pants. He didn't care if he was out on the balcony and someone could see him, enough people had seen him almost naked or naked already. A few thousand more wasn't going to hurt.

He let out a deep sigh and walks into the room where Yoongi was.

******

Yoongi is sitting on the bed when Seokjin walks in wearing an extremely short pair of booty shorts and a tight fitted shirt that came midway, barely covering his stomach.

"Where is the rest of your clothes?" he demanded instantly as his brain registered what had happened.

Seokjin was frightened by his tone, "I took them off outside."

Yoongi got off the bed and walked over to Jin. "You got undress out on the balcony?"

"Yeah," Jin answered back, not understanding the big deal.

"Do you know other people can possibly see you?" he wanted to give Seokjin the benefit of the doubt that maybe he hadn't thought of that.

Jin shrugged his shoulder, "So, a lot of people have seen me naked it's nothing new."

"Not a fucking big deal!" Yoongi shouted, causing Jin to step back.

"What's your problem?"

"You are my fucking problem. Why would you strip out there so everyone and their fucking grandfather can look at you? I don't give a shit who has seen you naked before. When you are with me, no one but me gets to see you naked!" Yoongi grips Seokjin by his jaw he was livid, "Do you understand me?!"

Seokjin nods his head in panic. Usually, he was the one always to have a comeback, but he was speechless.

"WORDS!" Yoongi yells as he stares at Jin. He didn't know why it had angered him so much, but he was fucking pissed.

"Yes, I understand," Jin said, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat while he clasped his legs together, trying to control the wetness that had formed.

Why the hell am I turned on by this?

He wondered to himself as he stared up at the man who looked like he wanted to kill him.