"Are you sure you want to do this."

"I am, I can't live with the guilt, its killing me. You think he will break up with me?" Jimin looked at the eighteen year old beside him, feeling slightly bad for the kid.

"I don't know jungkook, what exactly are you going to say to him?"

"That I messed up." "How?" Jimin asked incredulously, he was getting tired of doing this every week. It felt like baby sitting sometimes.

"I have been lying to him J, and coming here, and I haven't told him I got accepted to train to be an idol either, and he still thinks we are going to the same college." Jungkook said in defeat. He stretched his legs before him, turning his head to see the stripper beside him, head thrown back on the couch, his eyes closed.

"Am I boring you?"

"Yeah a little bit." Jimin confessed immediately. Gosh, all he wanted was a nap. "First of all, Ouch! and second am paying you for your time, if I want you to listen to my pathetic life, you will listen."

"First of all, I do agree your life is pathetic, and second I am listening to you, I just pointed out you were boring, also am older than you watch your mouth." Jimin said now unfortunately fully awake. Jungkook just fell back on the couch, groaning then mimicking a crying sound.

Jimin sighed turning on the couch and folding his legs under him like pretzel, his thighs showing in the dimly lit room that was suppose to be for performance. Jungkook eyed him, not able to resist ogling the thickness he loved so much.

"I have asked you this once before, and I'll ask you again; What do you feel for him now?" Jimin's view of things were simple, if you didn't feel it it wasn't real. He couldn't tell if the other saw it the same way as he watched the wheels in his head turn. "I adore him, I feel grateful to have him, I love him." Jungkook said sure of himself.

"But are you in love with him." Jimin added, watching how the smile on jungkook's face fell slightly. "Look, your still young, your hardly an adult. Your allowed to explore, to chose, to experiment. Fall in love and out of it. So what if you don't feel the same way for him anymore, its shitty but its you. You can't force it if its not there anymore. The least you could do is be honest with him."

Jungkook had not been honest for a while. At least with Taehyung he wasn't. It dated back to when the beta ran from home and temporarily moved in with him. At first he was elated, he loved how they did everything together, but even then he had to force Taehyung to speak his true feelings for him, to at least tell him he loved him. But each time he got a vague answer, a flash of fear and a hint of decisiveness. It felt one sided, and with time he feared coming home to spend time with the beta, he feared he would only fall deeper while the other remained unsure. He feared all the love they shared would only remain from his end. So quietly he distanced himself, hanging with the jocks and living the party life. He met J during one of those escapes. Paying a high amount to get a private performance after a dare.

He started the talking that evening, to the uninterested stripper, someone who didn't know him. And he blabbed to him about his problems. It was a listening ear, one that he didn't expect to get answer from but he did. And it wasn't sugar coated or covered in lies, it was plain out in the open. He found himself coming here, living a secret life from his boyfriend, and he was ashamed to admit that he liked it. The thrill he felt being free.

Gazing into J's eyes now he didn't know if he knew the answer to that. He didn't know if he was still in love with Taehyung, or if he ever was to begin with. They had both informed their families of their relationship, and Jungkook wasn't excited as he thought he would be. Not even when Taehyung had confessed to him. Yet he feared the outcome of this. The pending separation that was looking at him. There was no other way this could go.

"Hesitation is not a good sign Jungkook, don't torture yourself." Jimin urged laying his head on the arm rest and stretching his limbs n the others lap. He didn't know how to help the kid further.
"Easy for you to say, you don't have a life."

"Says the kid who comes to the strip club every week to talk out his problems. I see you living your best life." The older scoffed.

"I guess your right, why don't you come and do what I really pay you for."

"Wiping your tears?" Jimin said with a laugh after, but yelped when he was lifted and placed in Jungkook's lap. "Why don't you be good ass for a minute."

"Your time is over." "I still have seven minutes." The younger defended.

"I don't know jungkook, the last time we did this it didn't end well for you."

"Am pretty sure everyone gets a boner from having you in their lap." Jimin smirked, "Bold of you to assume that's all they get?" His blue eyes met the alpha through the small opening in his mask. "Are you sure?" Jimin asked just as the younger's phone lit up on the couch. They both saw the caller id, a clear Taebear written on it.

Jungkook sighed, letting it ring to the end. "Go, go talk to him." Jimin encouraged him, jungkook seeing the softness in his eyes even behind the mask. Jungkook nodded, getting off the couch and fixing himself. He walked to the door, stopping by it to thank the stripper. "Your welcome, if he breaks up with you I'll make it up to you." He shouted after him. Earning a middle finger and a banged door.

Jimin just chuckled to himself getting up after a bit and walking back to his dressing room. The manager gave him a five minute break before he had to meet another client for half an hour. He checked his make up, which was still intact, before fixing his clothes.

He sighed putting on his heels and leaving the room. His client was already on the couch when he got in, Jimin eyed him; legs spread before him, back rested on the couch with both his arms wide resting on top of each side of the couch. His lower face was covered with a mask, a black baseball bat covering the rest of it. Jimin narrowed his eyes at the man, who didn't seem to pay him any attention despite knowing he was in the room. That was unusual.

He wasn't like his regular customers, he didn't look too eager to get a show like the others. The stripper would be lying if he said that didn't make him curious. He walked further into the room moving the nook by the side so that slow sexy music filled the room.

His client finally looked up, his eyes still concealed with the items on his face. Jimin narrowed his own eyes behind his mask, getting onto the stage and grabbing the pole. He twirled around it with one hand, swaying his hips before he hooked a leg around it and climbed up. His client hadn't moved much, his arrogant posture still in place as jimin did his thing.

Jimin wasn't particularly intimidated, he was just new to that kind of reaction, so he let himself go, closing his eyes and imagining himself on the regular stage with so many people, shouts and money. He let the imaginary cheering fuel him as he kneeled on the floor humping it with a role of his hips and the beat of the music. His hands went back holding the pole and letting his back attach to it before he glided down letting the pole go down his back, then between his ass letting out a moan as he imagined the red orbs he had come so familiar with. The ones he always waited for to watch him in every performance. His lips parted in a silently in whimper as the cold metal of the pole parted his cheeks beautifully, giving the guest an almost glimpse of him.

He lost himself in the music, and when he opened his eyes and looked back, his client had adjusted his legs, although not doing a lot to conceal the tent in his pants. He stood up from the splits he had posed in, crawling to him for the dessert of the evening.

His hands crawled the others legs, then his thighs, before he climbed on him, straddling his hips. Jimin rarely touched his clients, his performance was limited to the stage most of the times, and when he went extra miles he always needed a release, he would get them in the mood and if they offered he would let them fuck him, in the places he chose of course. It was rare, and the young man underneath him should have counted himself lucky tonight.

He rolled his hips on his crotch, letting his own hands roam his own body sexily as he did, he looked down, the others eyes now visible between his mask and his cap. He froze. Red piercing orbs staring at him, just like the many times it did in the club. Always at the back seat by the wall.

He made to move from the man but a hand around his waist held him in place. "No touching." He said trying to keep his voice with authority but failed. "Why can't I touch you?" Yoongi asked making no attempts to move his hand, if anything he pushed the others waist down so that his ass  grounded on his member through his pants

Jimin whimpered lowly, feeling something he wasn't suppose to feel. "Its not allowed, that's the rule." Yoongi chuckled, removing his mask and adjusting his cap so that he was looking at Jimin easily. "I have seen you without your mask, so you can remove it."

The omega shook his head, attempting to get off one last time but yoongi wouldn't let him. "Why are you in such a hurry, we are still in service for fifteen more minutes.

"What do you want, why are you stalking me?"

"Stalking you, I would never. I simply came to seek your service today that's all." Yoongi said with an amused face. "Cut the crap, I know you follow me to my performances, right corner blue chair, you always sit there." Jimin spilled, regretting it when he saw the others smirk.

"Its not stalking if you like it, you even know where I sit." Yoongi bit his lips as he moved the omega slightly on his erection, their eyes holding each other. He had followed jimin a few times to his performances to find out more about him, but he found an addiction instead, waiting for the days he would perform to see him. He took the same spot everyday, and the day the omega discovered him he would never forget. How it felt like it was only them in that space. It had become a ritual for both of them, although jimin would never admit that to the alpha below him.

"What do you really want?" Jimin asked trying to keep still especially with the alpha poking him. "What was that kid doing here, the one you served last." Yoongi's eyes were hard as he watched him. He wanted to know what jungkook was doing at the strip club again aside the other things he wanted to know from jimin.

"Same thing your doing here." Jimin kept his answers vague not wanting to give away any information about anyone.

Yoongi only smirked "Your a tough one I-"

"If that's all can I go now." Jimin cut him off getting impatient for many reasons. Things were starting to stir in him as he sat on the alpha....
"No you can not....why don't you finish what you started." Yoongi let his other hand hold Jimin's waist, pushing him a little. "Why don't you put a little show for me." Yoongi encouraged as he heard a whimper.

Jimin let his hips roll forward, hands grabbing the couch behind the alpha head, his face close to the alpha. He couldn't help it. He felt the change creep to him, his legs shaking slightly as something familiar rose in him, something he hadn't felt in a while, not since yoongi in that alley

His wolf side was completely suppressed since he was fourteen, he was a human to the knowledge of anybody, then yoongi came along that night and he commanded it out of him. He was scared that day, but he couldn't deny the rush blood in his veins and the pulse of his heart when he thought about it, about him and how he made him feel. How his eyes turned and how his insides felt. Nobody had ever done that to him, not before, not after.

Being on top of him now he couldn't help feel familiar, great, how his hands touched the curve of his ass, and glided down his thighs. He moaned softly as the other's bulge rubbed over his shorts. He opened his eyes and felt them shift. He felt the other's heartbeat, and his inviting scent.

"Your wet." The alpha growled, and jimin smiled to himself as he felt it. He was horny, and he could let the alpha fuck him right now, he knew once their time was over he might not get another chance. To feel like this. "I am, are you gonna do anything about it?" He questioned sultry.

"Eager, I see, but our time is over...." He flipped the other on the couch, "......maybe next time" he said to the omega who was wide eyed.

Jimin wanted to cry, not because he was denied, but because he could feel all those feelings leaving him as yoongi went from him. "Wait, what's your name?" He asked from the couch breathless. Yoongi looked at him a moment before he said, "call me Suga."

Jimin knew Suga could have been dangerous, maybe another person that wanted to hurt him like the rest in his life, but he couldn't help himself, he couldn't help how he made him feel, how he drew out of him things that he couldn't explain.

He sighed as he threw his mask across the room, he knew he was definitely already waiting for next time.