ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ☑

Blues

When Jimin and Taehyung entered the strip club, they were already a bit tipsy after having a few drinks in the taxi on their way. On entering inside, Taehyung smelled strong whiskey, and a peppermint aroma filled in the air. He sneezed.

Jimin shook his head with a mischievous grin and sympathized with people who heard his friend sneeze. When Taehyung sneezed, the earth shook. Every. Damn. Time.

They grabbed a second row from the pole dance stage, just because Taehyung was afraid someone would jump on his lap to offer him a dance if they sat in the first, and Jimin had to curb if he wanted to bring Taehyung to this place again with him.

"What are we looking at?" Taehyung asked as he tried to see in the dark, his eyes narrowing. The thick white smoke emerged from the floor via dispensers, and it glinted under blue neon and hazy lights that kept flashing.

"Dancers, they have a show starting in a few minutes," Jimin replied. The music was the only thing that made Taehyung feel like everything was normal. As far as his eyes could see, he saw men smooching each other. But he knew that his friend would save him if he sticks close to him. 

Carelessly, he munched on a potato wedgie from the snack counter and waited for the show to start. Jimin was having a ball, sitting there, waiting for the dancers to arrive, so he could test something.

Soon, the music switched, and the club emerged with hoots of men loaded with hormones. It was gay heaven. They could yell to their heart's content and be in the moment, without anyone judging them, except maybe Taehyung.

Taehyung excitedly noted his eyes after widening them and gulped when instead of girl dancers, boy dancers walked onto the stage with red leather briefs tightly wrapped around their crotches. Their upper bodies were draped in black shimmering and sheer fabrics, their glittery bodies visible. All the boys and men were wearing the same color and fabric, with the patterns of their shirts different. Some had tank tops, others had spaghetti tops or even collared shirts.

The lyrics began to play, and the young men started to present a group performance. One of the main dancers danced with the pole as if he was making love to it, so sensuous. The way he grooved made it impossible for people to look at other people.

Jimin stood from his place and threw his phone on Taehyung's lap. "Take care of it." He said intoxicatingly, drowned in the effect of alcohol, and before Taehyung could comprehend, he jumped onto the dance floor.

The hosannas grew ten folds as people spotted Jimin's thick booty writhing against the dancers, who gave full attention to the man. Jimin's hair flirted around while bouncing and he made himself more and more stimulating as he ran his fingers through them. His body moved as if he was trained in pole dancing.

I am going out of my mind...

Yeah, All I wanna do is stay the night with you,

I will hold you tight, treat your body right.

Jimin excused his dancing frame from the middle of the group and moved to the pole, flirting with the main dancer a little. He leaned and said something to the boy who nodded, and Taehyung knew that Jimin made him agree to whatever he was going to do next.

They were dancing around the pole and as the music's tempo increased. The dancer edged himself up, gripping the pole with his strong arms, swirling around. Holding it with both hands that were above his head, Jimin also joined him. Once he slid down, he did a split on the floor with his legs parallelly wide apart on the floor. 

He laid back, his back hitting the floor. The people in the crowd fondled each other to take a better look at the free shoe Jimin was putting on. The dancer slowly slid down the pole like a snake slithering down the sandalwood tree. He kept lowering until he completely placed his own crotch over Jimin's, his legs also wide apart and mirroring Jimin's.

Jimin pinned him and made him dance on his lap. The boy started grinding and Taehyung's mouth remained hung open.

Much to people's dismay, Jimin walked down the stage and immediately began to pull Taehyung away from his seat. Before the latter could say anything, the former made a beeline toward the exit, ignoring the opulent gawp on him from the rumble.

"Oh. My. God." Taehyung bellowed when his head stopped spinning as they stepped out in the open in cool air. They both guffawed outside the club with no other words. They could hear faint music bass and still feel its vibrations. They could also see the judgmental gazes from the people walking in the alley, but all they did was laugh out loud.

"Park, I didn't think you had this in you. I never asked but you are the guy in the gay sex. Isn't it?" Taehyung attempted to ask in between their fits of giggles.

"You mean the top?" Jimin asked.

"Yeah yeah, the top, you son of a bitch!" Taehyung held his stomach and could not seem to stop the laughter. "That was sick. Imagine someone from the office sees you doing that."

Jimin sighed in bliss, signing a taxi to stop. He stuffed zonked Taehyung inside, who was still carrying the basket of potato wedges in his hands from the bar's snack counter.

"I still couldn't get him out of my head. I was here, but I was still seeing his face, Tae. I really am going crazy. I need to do something, and soon... before I grow some serious blue balls." Jimin said once the taxi started moving.

"So... this is what it was about?" Taehyung picked a wedgie and ate it. Jimin looked at him and just continued to stare, thinking about Jungkook's face in his head. "Didn't you find that dancer sexually appealing?" The drunk man asked as he finished the last wedgie from the basket.

"I don't know. He was sexy, and all those single fuckers must be wishing to fuck him, but I just cannot stop thinking about Jeon Jungkook. I swear to God! I have never felt such strong sexual attraction before. I bet he had put a spell on me or something," Jimin opened the car window and threw the empty basket out on the road before turning to Taehyung. "Help me, Tae!" He bellowed, shaking his friend by bunching his shirt in fists, "help me."