ChaeRin's POV
My name is Son ChaeRin,
I am 24 years old and I work in an exotic dancers club. I am the main dancer and therefore I am the one who earns the most money and also the one who has been with the most men.
Perhaps this is not something that I should be proud of, obviously I would like to be the owner of a company and have many university degrees, but after a great family dispute for the fortune of my parents, because I was the youngest I was left out of the will. At 18 I had to drop out of school to find a job that would give me enough money to support my expenses.
I work in one of the best nightclubs in the city of Seoul, it is usually attended by stupid millionaire people who leave good tips. I usually just give them a good show and only sometimes I go to bed with a couple or more.
Let's say that I am known among businessmen and show stars as actors and Idols.
But without a doubt my big nightmare is seven men who attend the club every Friday just to make me angry and ask me for a bed.
I would never be with a BTS member.
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I left the dancers' dressing room after preparing my makeup, getting ready for a new day. I went to the small billboard where it said which table or room each woman should take to entertain the attendees and I could read my name next to room number 8.
A loud growl escaped my throat. I knew perfectly well who was waiting for me in that room and it was not a good time to deal with those assholes.
With footsteps with which I thought I would leave my heels nailed to the floor I entered with a frown. They were indeed there.
Everyone stared at my sexy red lace outfit making me feel uncomfortable. They weren't the lustful glances I usually received, they were glances that if they could throw me on the bed and destroy me among the seven.
NamJoon, JungKook and YoonGi were in bed with a few shots of Whiskey in their hands, while Jin and JiMin were on the leather sofa and HoSeok and TaeHyung were standing by the door.
- The great ChaeRin is here. - NamJoon encouraged smiling showing those tender dimples. What an idiot.
- Why so angry, darling? - TaeHyung smiled as his long fingers caressed my right cheek. I quickly pulled my face away feeling shy for some stupid reason
- Did you swallow your tongue while sucking a dick, ChaeRin? - JiMin scoffed making everyone laugh.
- I'm not like you JiMin, do not eat everything I see. - I smiled falsely making angry to the shortest. - You better get out of here and not disturb. - I said ready to leave but HoSeok got in my way.
- Actually, if we leave you must come with us. - YoonGi spoke behind me.
- I can't, first because I'm working and second because I don't want to. - I turned around with a neutral expression that did not show how nervous I was.
- Well you must do it ChaeRin-ah, we have paid a high price for you. - SeokJin admitted drawing my attention.
- I spoke to my boss and told him that I would never work for any of you so stop talking crap. - I clarified.
- Apparently he didn't tell you he sold you to us. - JungKook spoke.
- WHAT?! - It was the only thing I could exclaim.
- Now you will belong to us full time honey. - I felt HoSeok's voice in my ear as his hands took me from the waist from behind.
Was this a nightmare?
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