Blackpink Oneshots (Member x Female Reader, Some Chaelisa and Jensoo)

One Rule

Summary: "You have one rule, no touching allowed."

Word Count: 9,951

When your friend had told you to let loose, you figured she meant for you to take a week off of work, go outside and soak up Vitamin D, maybe have one more drink than you usually did at the bar.

You did not, however, think that she meant anything remotely close to a strip club.

You weren't big on strip clubs to begin with. You went to one once, where the girls were topless and three of them approached you at once with prices that were so damn expensive you couldn't fathom spending that kind of cash for some visual simulation.

"Trust me, I know you're going to enjoy this one," she smirks, pulling the door open for you and gesturing you inside.

You were already a little irritated and unsettled. She forced you to come outside tonight, which wasn't on your agenda. You were originally going to curl up underneath some blankets and marathon a show on Netflix, coupled with a sweet treat and maybe a tissue box for tears. To the regular party-goer, that sounded like an awful, lonely kind of night. To you, it felt like complete relaxation. You were okay spending a night or two alone like that.

But your friend had other plans. Since you begrudgingly gave up your plans to come outside, you didn't put any effort into getting dressed. Well, not as much effort as you would have if you were excited to come out. Somehow you still managed to look good in jeans and a zip hoodie, paired with some vans and your glasses.

"You could have picked anywhere else, and you chose a strip club?" You sigh as she guides you around the bend, bypassing what most people have to stop and wait for. ID checks, VIP checks, giant bouncers with unnecessary shades and fancy secret agent headpieces. Your friend must know someone in here.

"Alright, here's the deal. We have to do at least two shots before you can go sit down."

"Why is that?" You blink, dumbfounded and staring at the bar counter. The bartender on the other side is damn cute, with long brown hair ballad into a bun, roots sticking out from the top. Her eyes were sharp, caught between curious and surprised as she looks right back at you.

"Because you look too tense," your friend explains.

"Hey! I'm not! I didn't even want to be here," you complain. You fall silent when two shot glasses are set before you, both filled with clear liquid that's most likely something to make you feel good in the next fifteen minutes.

"Thanks, Jisoo." Your friend grins at the bartender. "Where's Lisa?"

"She's in the back, cooling off. You just missed the first showing."

"... She's probably the fan favorite," your friend sighs, explaining when you shot her a questionable look. Jisoo doesn't do much else besides a twitch of her lip, hands twirling with a shaker between her fingers.

"Fan favorite?" Your eyes shoot wide open.

Jisoo looks over at you and nods slowly, reaching to tuck one of her loose locks behind her ear. You bite the inside of your cheeks, if this beautiful bartender went as far as to agree, this Lisa girl must be something special.

"She's good at what she does," Jisoo adds.

You and your friends clink glasses in cheers before turning bottoms up. The liquor hits your tongue nice and smooth, warm as you swallow. That's definitely not bottom shelf quality, and you know it'll take a few more of those before you forget how your legs work.

You take your eyes off of Jisoo to look around the scene in front of you. The entirety of the club is set in soft blues, the club dim enough to be scandalous but light enough to take in every good angle of the dancer floating around. The crowd is pretty even, all walks of life in various levels of sexed up outfits sitting at booths and at tables. You smile behind the back of your hand, almost laughing at yourself when you catch one of the dancers with her back pressed against a pole in the center of one of the tables. You're not sure you could take something like that seriously, you just find it funny.