𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

↳ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴜᴍ [2]

M/N'S P.O.V:

M/N runs out into the hall, his mind running a mile-a-minute as he bobs and weaves through his coworkers and the occasional grinning patron having just finished his or her hundred dollar extra service.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck-'

With his mind reeling, he isn't paying that much attention to where he's going and he ends up bumping into someone, making them drop their cup on the neon floor.

"Watch it-" The man growls before he stops, seeing it was one of the strippers who clearly looked to be in some sort of distress. "Hey," his voice softens, his spilled drink already forgotten, "are you alright?"

M/N shakes his head, hoping to shake his thoughts back in order, and the man hesitantly takes his phone out of his pocket.

"Do you...need me to call someone or something?"

M/N, the fact that someone is talking to him finally registering in his scattered brain, shakes his head again, his mouth opening to reassure the man that he didn't need an ambulance or anything like that.

"N-no," he stammers, "no, I'm fine. I'm just clumsy," he provides a fake chuckle that is not very convincing, "sorry."

The man, however, is none the wiser and he nods, putting his phone away.

"Alright, then."

M/N nods and walks off, now paying more mind to where he's going, and he makes it to the dressing room without any more accidents. Wheein looks up from her station as M/N comes in to sit down at his and she frowns.

"M/N? What are you doing? You have a private dance right now."

M/N shakes his head.

"Have someone else do it."

"They requested you specifically, I can't give it someone else."

Wheein is the assistant manager of the strip club as well as one of the strippers. Unlike some of the strippers here, Wheein enjoys her job on the pole and also enjoys managing how the club will operate each night.

"I'm good at and I like both jobs," she had told M/N when he asked about why she does the two at the same time, "so why not do both?"

M/N sighs, throwing his hands up in exasperation and exclaims, "Have Wonho do it or something, I can't take this one!"

Wheein turns around in her chair, folding her arm over the back to lean against, and tilts her head.

"And why not?"

"Because," M/N runs a hand through his hair, "I'm not going to give a lap dance to my literature professor."

Wheein's eyebrows shoot up and her mouth drops open.

"...Oh. Oh, I see why that would be kind of a problem..."

M/N scoffs.

"Yeah!"

Wheein purses her lips before standing up and pulls her leather mini skirt down. Another thing about the club was that the theme was always leather.