TINDER 🔅 YOONMIN

38.

I was on my way to work, thinking about the night before and why I had to fucking call him.

I'm so stupid.

Way to ruin all the chances I had with this guy. On the other hand, now that I had completely fucked up, I can't get any lower than this, am I right? So why not casually approach him and apologize for everything and move the fuck on. Sounds like a plan.

A notification popped up on my phone, and it was Rosé texting me she got home safely. She only woke up about an hour before I had to leave, so we quickly grabbed dinner together and parted. Rosé said she couldn't remember a thing from last night and maybe that's for the best.

I arrived at Jins and went to the dressing room to change. Taehyung was already there putting on some make-up.

"Ahaaaaa" he said when he saw me coming in "what did I hear?" he grinned.

"Take that stupid smile off your face tae"

"But I-"

"NO I'm embarrassed enough already I don't want to hear anything else about last night" I shouted. I felt bad once I saw his pout in the mirror so I quickly gave him a hug and got dressed.

Everyone who works here has to wear this white dressshirt with a loose bowtie and thight black pants. This was jins definition of hot and seductive, but I know I can do a lot better than this. I mean, give me a pair of ripped jeans and a wet, white shirt and all the mans come snapping at me.

"Jiminnie, you know what? Jungkook is going to watch me dance tonight?! I'm so excited"

"That's cutee! Is he going to book a private room?" This club had actually tight regulations concerning the activities we were providing. Taehyung and I are dancers, we normally just earn cash by taking our clothes off during our dance routine. All the visitors need to pay a fixed amount of entrance money and they can choose to throw a little cash at us, dancers. We can keep whatever they throw at us, but the entrance price is for maintaining the club itself. A customer can also request a private dance from us but it will only take place if we give our consent of course. Those private rooms are pretty expensive and the most people who book those aren't very careful with spending their money, so we normally blindly say yes to requests.

"Jimin, of course not, I can give him all the private dances he wants for free at home. It would be cruel to let him pay for it"

"That right" I looked at my phone and saw that my bartending shift almost started "gotta work now, see ya" I ruffled taes hair and headed to the bar.

We have 4 dancers around here: Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung and I, so it's impossible to dance all at the same time. That's why we take turns dancing and do other things like bartending or serving drinks or cleaning. Everyone does everything and that's something I really like about this place. You'll never get bored.

I got to the bar and started washing some glasses when I noticed a crowd of men coming in. Its always like this: a group of men having a 'work-related' get-together, have a couple of drinks and head together to a stripclub while their wives and children are waiting at home. Often they spend here as much money in one night as they earn in a whole week. I mean, I don't mind, but I  personally would not want to live like that.

"Hey Jimin!" Hoseok jumped behind the bar "you're opening" I looked at him and frowned. "I mean you're first to dance today"

"Ah right" I shook my head and felt my headache from this morning returning. Fuck, I have no extra pills with me.

"You okay? You seem a bit out of it" Hoseok touched concerned my cheek. He used to be my senior at highschool, but now he owns a dance club and works here part-time. He is so passionate about dancing and he is the most talented, caring and sweetest  person you will ever meet. I only see him once a week here and that's how we maintained our friendship.

"Hobi, I'm sooo hangover" I sighted and hugged him.

"You went out????"

"Stop exaggerating!!! I go out regularly"

"HAHA no you don't. Now get your ass on the platform" I rolled my eyes and walked away.  "And put some make-up on because you look like shit!" He shouted behind me.

I got backstage, connected the sound system with my phone and put some makeup on. Then I chose the song jealous by Kehlani and put it on.

I loosened my tie and got on stage.

(A/n imagine Jimin dancing on the choreography below)

I love this, i love dancing, I love the attention I'm receiving and the floating dollar bills.

As I was dancing, I occasionally make eye contact with the people who are watching me. Sometimes when I'm in the mood I even give them a little wink or I lick my lips. It makes them throw even more cash.

The song came to his end and I got on my knees to start grabbing the bills, when something in the back of the club got my attention.

I didn't really see anything with the spots beaming in my eyes so I continued grabbing as much bills as I could.

I got up and was ready to leave but froze, because there was someone with a familiar posture getting closer to the stage.

I felt myself getting hotter and hotter and made eye contact.

It was Min fucking Yoongi.