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The boy's body contorted and rolled in time with the low drone of the thumping beat. His sweat sparkled under the assortment of bright spotlights giving him an ethereal glow as he moved his hips and winked at the audience. A long slender finger traced down his thigh to his calf before dipping his torso down and spinning around, in this new position, the audience were gifted the perfect view of the perfectly sculpted mounds. They were clad in the tightest booty shorts Jeongguk had ever seen; they gripped his cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination and showed just enough flesh to keep onlookers wanting more. Jeongguk watched silently from the back of the club as people drunkenly threw yellow slips of paper at the boy's feet, who would elegantly swoop down and wiggle his behind to pick up his tips.

An empty glass dangled between Jeongguk's thumb and forefinger dancing its own tune as it twirled. Without his eyes leaving the stage Jeongguk slipped his card across the bar and obtained another drink for him to nurse for approximately thirty seconds before he was back to swirling an empty glass to the rhythm of the boy's hips. Their eyes met, glinting blue orbs swirling with mischief lock with his dark brown ones; he didn't let the unbothered facade fall, however, his hands were itching to grab hold of those delicious thighs. The things Jeongguk would do to the boy with a face too innocent for the movements he was making; he would ruin that boy until the only thing left was want and desire, not a shred of the pure vibrations the boy currently exuded would remain.

"What's his name?" Jeongguk leant back slightly to converse with the bartender; he liked this one.

"The one up front? Purple hair?" the young man hadn't even noticed there were other dancers; he quickly scanned the room only to be disappointed with what he saw. Not even one of the other dancers came close to the level of seductiveness and pure sex radiating off the boy.

"Yes, him," a deadly smirk inched its way onto his face, he enjoyed how possessive he sounded already, and he was yet to know the name of this alluring creature that could steal the attention of everyone in the room with one kick of his long tan legs.

"That's V, no one knows his real name, been 'ere 'bout five years I think," the bartender continued to wipe down the bar and refill drinks bored of the conversation. Jeongguk slid off his stool without even a nod of thanks to the bartender; he slinked over to the front of the stage and sat directly in front of the dancer. He studied every inch of his body in detail, mapping the ways he would mark the smooth caramel skin mere centimetres from his grasp; with each twist and turn Jeongguk's desire only grew stronger. He had to have him needed to have him.

As the final song came to an end, V leant down one last time to collect the bills piled on the floor that glowed a deep pink, only adding to the erotic atmosphere. Jeongguk watched as he walked backstage with an exaggerated swing in his hips and made himself comfortable; he was willing to wait but not for long. Luckily, he didn't have to, only a few minutes later the boy re-emerged still dressed in those damn booty shorts but he was visibly less sweaty now. He was also wearing more makeup; his eyes were lined with kohl pencil making him look even more delicious than he already did, and there was glitter swiped across his collarbones and cheekbones. He looked like some otherworldly creature and Jeongguk loved it. Immediately, the chestnut-haired man leapt from his seat and strode over to the boy. V was only slightly shorter than Jeongguk, but he was much slimmer and leaner compared to the rippling muscle beneath Jeongguk's tight black day shirt, V looked up at him through long fluttering eyelashes and smiled. How does someone look so sexy and adorable at the same time? Jeongguk may need heart surgery after this.

"Did you enjoy the show?" His voice was deep and velvety, and he sounded like he could whisk you away to some magical place with just ten words. Jeongguk nodded and took the opportunity to move closer, making his intentions very clear. A hand was placed delicately on his bicep, and the other ran down his chest appreciatively, "Looks like you could pack a punch darling," Jeongguk chuckled a deep rumble within his chest if only he knew.

V was then leading Jeongguk through one of the many thick red curtains to the side of the room and guiding him to the plush sofa that lined the back wall. "What's your name sweetheart?" V whispered in his ear as he leant over the confident male and ran his hands down his thick thighs.

"Jeon Jeongguk," he loved this part, the fear that struck people's heart whenever he muttered his name. Those two words had the power to make whole families run for the hills, and he loved every second. V was different though; he didn't freeze in fear like everyone else; in fact, he looked utterly unbothered. Jeongguk had never experienced this before, but he liked it, he saw it as a challenge, a game to be played and he was going to win.

"And what can I do for you Mister Jeon," the way his name rolled off Taehyung's tongue sent heat straight to his groin, his lips curled at the question, and he reached into his pocket to pull out the wad of cash he had put there especially for this scenario.

"I want something a bit extra," he dangled the money in front of V's face like a carrot on a stick.

What he had expected to happen was that V would jump at the money and he would get some quality ass that night before he took the boy home with him, kept him around for a week maybe, fucked his brains out every night only to throw him out on the streets when he got bored. That's how it usually went, he went through toy after toy, and none of them had been worthy enough to keep around. What had entailed was very different, rather than grabbing the money and sinking to his knees, he simply brushed the cash aside and continued the lap dance,

"Sorry that doesn't work on me, I dance, and that's it," he ground his hips down to make his point, leaving Jeongguk with a wad of cash and nothing to spend it on.

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Jeongguk went home unsatisfied that night, not to say he didn't enjoy the lap dance, he loved it. Every twist and turn, every adoring stroke down his chest or thighs and every grind against his raging erection had brought his desire to a whole new level. The steamy encounter had left a very disgruntled Jeongguk hobbling to the nearest bathroom to take care of his 'problem' before he is climbing into his blacked-out Maybach Exelero waiting patiently on the curb. The driver ignored the young man seemingly on the verge of a tantrum for the duration of the journey. Towers holding all sorts of high-end shops and clubs filled the view from the window with the different coloured lights painting a harsh but pretty picture that Jeongguk promptly turned away from, he wasn't in the mood for admiring the view. He settled into the black leather seats and fished out his phone, the sleek rectangle fit perfectly into his steady hand as he slotted it against his hear and listened to the dull dial tone.

"Hello, you have reached BigHit club how may I help?" the sugary sweetness of the woman's voice made him cringe. He understands the need of a bubbly receptionist to avert prying eyes but was the pitch, so high it could challenge a prepubescent boy, really necessary?

"I need to speak with the manager,"

"Oh, I'm sorry sir, but that won't be possible-,"

"My name is Jeon Jeongguk; put the manager on the phone,"

"Sorry Mr Jeon, I'll put you through straight away, my apologies," the sugary sweetness was dropped for their final interaction meaning the woman knew that cover-ups weren't needed in the presence of the Jeons. There were a few clicks before the gruff voice of the manager came through,

"Mr Jeon, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he seemed tense; Jeongguk loved it when people were afraid before he had even uttered a word.

"I would like to put in an offer, one of your dancers caught my eye tonight," there was some quiet shuffling from the other line, presumably pen and paper being pulled out. "I believe he goes by the name V?" The manager spluttered Jeongguk had expected this reaction seeing as 'V' was their most effective moneymaker; no one would want to give away such an angel.

"I'm sorry sir, but V is not for sale, he wouldn't be much use to you anyway, he refuses any touching let alone sex," so Jeongguk's reputation precedes him, good, that meant no beating around the bush, "I can recommend some of my other dancers that would be more suited to your needs,"

"That won't be necessary, I'm giving you seven hundred million won for that boy, and I want him ready to be escorted by midday tomorrow," the line was silent, but he could feel the shock the moment that number had fallen from his lips.

"Certainly, Mr Jeon, I will have him ready. It was a pleasure doing business with you," the poor man could barely hold himself together enough to form a real sentence as he hurriedly closed the deal before Jeongguk could change his mind – not like that would happen, but this man didn't need to know that. "I should warn you, sir, V can be very stubborn,"

"Oh, that won't be a problem," Jeongguk smirked. The tension in his shoulders lessened once he had ended the phone call, tomorrow couldn't come quick enough. Soon he would have that boy in his clutches. Soon he would be able to ravage the boy as he pleases; he was going to break this 'V'.

Still feeling unsatisfied from the evening, Jeongguk scrolled through his contacts once again and tapped on a familiar contact. "G'evening hyung, I need something to play with tonight,"

"I've got the perfect thing, came in only a week ago, I'll have it waiting for you when you get home," Jeongguk smiled and bid his thanks before ending the call.

When he walked through his front door, there was a petite blond knelt in front of him, staring up at him with big brown eyes. The boy was pretty no doubt, but, after witnessing V's beauty earlier, there was nothing particularly special about him. He crouched down in front of the boy and brought a hand to his cheek, the rough pad of his thumb stroked back and forth over his cheekbone.

"Well, aren't you a sweet thing, hmm?"The boy smiled but otherwise stayed silent, Jeongguk dropped his eyes to theboy's neck where a simple black leather collar sat at the base of his neck witha matching leash attached to it by a small silver ring. "C'mon pup, whydon't you show me what you've been trained to do," he tugged the boy up bythe leash and guided him up the glass stairs on