Exotic Dancer [MYGxPJM]

34.

Jimin

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There's a smile on my face when I walk into the club. The lights are showing off a pretty, light purple color and the main stage is filled with three dancers. I miss Jungkook and Hoseok. They were the highlight of my nights, and now I'm stuck working here alone. I wish they'd join me, considering they both are more into men than into the women you meet at exotic dancers. You can at least be gay here. Yoongi has his arm tightly wrapped around my waist, his nails almost digging into my skin. I want to giggle at him. He looks like he's trying to protect me from whoever is inside, even though I've been working here long enough to know everyone's kind. Once the door closes behind us, I get a fresh wave of nerves thrown over me. I'm going to perform again. I'm going to show my body, and I'm going to show it a lot. I don't know if I can even be excited to go back to work, but maybe that's because I'm scared someone'll recognize Yoongi and try to take him to the police. "When's your first performance?" Yoongi's lips are close to my ear and I can't help but want him again, even though we had just done it only a few hours ago. "Two hours. I'm serving drinks first." "Alright.." Yoongi stops at one of the empty booths and even sits down, making me frown. "You're gonna go, right?" Please tell me he's going. I somehow feel a bit tense whenever he stays. "I want to watch you.." Yoongi whispers, his hand squeezing my thigh as I stand in front of him. 

"I don't want you to stay here.. anyone could recognize you.. please just wait in the car.." I use my whiny tone to get him to stand up, which he does with a big sigh. "Fine. I'll wait outside. But you gotta show me everything you did afterwards alright?" Yoongi smirks at me and pulls me closer with his arm around my waist. I giggle, my hands leaning against his chest. "I'll show you more than that, okay?" I give him a soft kiss on his pretty cheek and he finally leaves with a smile on his face. I haven't told Yoongi about my private sessions nor how many I'll have to go through, and I'm fine with that. I don't want to share that with him, because I know it would make him uncomfortable, no matter how much he tries to tell me he doesn't mind. My hands are shaky once my tired legs walk me to my dressing room. My smile brightens when I see Hansung walking out of it. "Jimin!" He seems so happy to see me, even though it hasn't been that long since I last saw him. I wonder if he knows everything that has happened, I wonder if Junseo contacted him. I wonder so much now that I have zero contact with Seo. Junseo. I want to slap myself in the face for even thinking about that nickname. "You look fantastic already! You know your schedule for today, right?" 

I wonder if I can really live like this. I wonder if I'm going to be okay living together with Yoongi and his ex boyfriend. He seemed pretty nice, but I'm not good with boys. Except for Yoongi. That's why I can't lose him. I bite on my bottom lip, my eyes looking down on the ground. Is this going to feel like cheating? Giving other men head? Giving them my body? Is it the same? Hanging puts his hand around my jaw and forces me to look up at him. He has a kind, understanding smile on his face. "You really found the one, huh?" It makes my stomach turn. I thought that last time, too. Then everything went to shit and I lost myself. Lost myself in pain, in drugs, in the never ending void that swallowed me. "I- I don't know, Hansung. I don't think I have a person in this world that could ever be the one." I say the words so proudly and put a grin on my face, wondering if what I'm saying is true. It probably is. Until I hear the clearing of his throat and the footsteps in those black, shiny heeled boots. My eyes widen when I look to my left, Hansung stiffening up now too. "You uh.." Yoongi ruffles his empty hand through his beautifully dyed-blonde hair. I feel my heart sinking into my stomach, and I feel like I'm finally ready to throw up. "You forgot your ribbons.." His other hand is holding tightly onto the pink, long ribbons I took with me to look extra pretty when I have my private sessions. I told him about the look I had created for the night, I remember how much he loved listening to me, I remember the way he looked at me.