Cliches | Yoonmin

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FRIDAY
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YOONGI DID AS HE WAS TOLD. He went home and told Seo-Ah to go home for the night as he would be going out to celebrate. She gave him a look, which he returned with one of his own and shook his head. He asked if she could feel Holly before she left and then headed up to his room, stripped himself of his clothes the moment he reached the top of the stairs and into his room for a hot shower.

The White Lotus opened at 8:00 giving him roughly two hours or so to get ready. Of course, he didn't plan on going until closer to ten, giving himself plenty of time. He took a long, hot shower, taking his time under the running water. He stayed till the water ran cold and then stepped out to dry off.

Yoongi was never one to speak much time over his outfits as a kid. If it smelled clean it was good enough for him, and 90% of the time it was black. But as he got older, he began to put more thought, time and effort into what he wore, and so he found himself sitting on the she of his bed, staring at the vast amount of clothes in his closet, wondering what the hell you were supposed to wear to a strip club.

He didn't realize how many clothes he actually owned until he was searching through the rack, in search of god knows what. Maybe he shouldn't have sent Seo-Ah home. Oh well. It was too late to call her back to help him. He was just going to have to figure it out on his own.

In the end, Yoongi opted for a tight, black turtle neck and black jeans, free of any tears. He even dug around his drawers for his set of glasses that he never really wore unless he wanted to look fancy and well....he felt fancy in that moment. He brushed his hair for the first time in a long time, smoothing it down but still keeping it fluffy. Glancing in the mirror that made up the closet door, Yoongi couldn't help but snort. He looked like a rich fuckboy dressed for a special gala event that his parents were hosting. He was the subject of every girl's dreams. To bad he was into men.

Min Holly came bounding into the room and rested at Yoongi's feet. "What do you think?" He asked, cocking a head to the side. Holly raised a paw before letting out a small yelp.

"Good enough for me," Yoongi replied. He grabbed his phone, wallet and car keys off the bed and headed for the door. "I'll be back later!" He called to the puppy. "Don't get into any trouble!"

The ride into the city was anything but quiet. Yoongi felt kike this whole tho was a mistake but he had to go through with it in order to get to Jimin which he found highly unfair. Why should he have to go to a strip club into to fix things. He didn't understand Hoseok sometimes. So, seeing as he was halfway to the city, Yoongi out on some music and spent the next half hour to so jamming out to songs that made him fall in love with rap music as a kid. By the time he had reached the club, he was hyped up and ready to do this.

It was only quarter after nine but the club was packed and filled with loud music and neon lights. The atmosphere was filled with sexual tension and was practically dripping with the smell of sex, sweat and alcohol. Girls walked past in skimpy outfits and heals, and Yoongi saw a few younger looking boys in boy shorts and nothing else chatting up people at tables and in booths. One was passionately making out with an older gentlemen in a dark corner of the room. Maybe Hoseok was right. Maybe he did need to get laid.

He made his way to the bar and smiled at the bartender. "What can I get for you handsome?" The girl asked. She looked really young but Yoongi knew that looks could be deceiving. She was dressed in a black body suit, fishnets and had cat ears on. She was dressed like it was Halloween but he knew that's just what it was like for some clubs. After looking more closely, he realized her body suit was see through.

"Vodka," he told her. "Straight,"

She nodded and pulled a glass off the back wall and a bottle from the fridge. She poured him the glass and pushed it towards him. "Let me know if there's anything else I can get you," she adds with a wink. He could have been imagining the double meaning in her words. They were, after all, in a strip club. She was only doing her job.

He winked at her, and downed his glass. He pushed it back to her and she filled it back up.

He took the second glass and spun around on the stool, eyes scanning the room. Men and women of all ages sat in groups, either close to the stage in which several people were dancing and stripping themselves of their garments. He could see a man in his fifties raining dollar bills upon a young girl who's ASS was practically in his face. Another dancer, a male, and possibly a little older than Yoongi was giving a young girl a lap dance. She had a sash around her that said birthday girl on it. There was a young boy grinding on another boy in a both. They looked highly into it. The sight alone was to turn Yoongi on as he took a sip. He couldn't remember the last time he'd even had sex.

He raised his glass to his lips, eyes breaking away from the boys in the booth and almost choked on his drink. Yoongi wasn't sure if he was seeing things straight. He set the glass down on the counter and rose from his seat, eyes wide, and mouth slightly agape.

There, on the stage in the center light, in what had to be the most scandalous outfit ever, was Jimin.

Yoongi rubbed a hand over his face, wondering if he was seeing thing but when he pulled his hand away, Jimin was still there, dancing like nobody was watching, grinding and spinning around on that pole, all while removing his clothing in the process. Yoongi was practically drooling over the younger who was covered in sweat. It dripped down his forehead and chest, which was bare, allowing Yoongi to drink in his appearance with lust filled eyes. He didn't know whether he should be ashamed of himself for continuing to watch as Jimin toyed with the hem his boxers, teasingly pulling them down over the globes of his ass.

Yoongi could suddenly understand why Rayne hadn't told him about Jimin's work. He understood the markings on Jimin's neck. They were hickeys.

A surge of jealously raced through him. Yoongi was jealous of all the people who got to come in here and see Jimin like this. And to touch him. He swallows the lump in his throat.

He couldn't believe that Jimin works in a strip club. Of course, the younger was incredibly sexy, but he didn't think Jimin to be someone who was into this profession. The more he watched the way Jimin moved across the stage, owning it and commanding attention, the more hard he got. There was a point where Yoongi had to force himself to look away from him in order to compose himself. He turned back towards the counter, hands gripping the counter.

Had Hoseok know too? Could that be the reason behind sending him here? He knew that Jimin would be working tonight.

"You look like you just saw heaven," the girl behind the bar teased.

"Yeah, I think I did," he choked out. She giggled and nodded back at the stage. Yoongi felt his heart stop entirely. Jimin was stark naked, although he could see everything as the younger had his back to the crowd. He had to look away again, feeling his face heat up. Yoongi felt embarrassed.

"Jiminie has that effect on people. He's the most popular boy in the club. He has such a nice ass," she added with a pout. "I'll kill for an ass like that,"

"He's certainly attractive," Yoongi stated.

"Mmm. He really is,"

"Does he work often?"

"He's been coming in more, and working whatever shifts he can get. He's on the stage till midnight and doing private shows till the end of his shift. Unfortunately for you pretty boy, he's booked solid by his regulars."

Another flash of jealously.

"What time does he work till?"

I'm impatient as fuck when it comes to being suspenseful