*trigger warning: sexual assault/ violent sex*

Yoongi didn't want to show his face at work the next day. He considered quitting the minute he woke up as he was flooded with memories of the night before.

"I really grinded on his crotch," he whispered to himself in shock, "I really went and kissed him."

I really fucked it all up, he thought to himself as he walked into work with his beanie pulled low down over his head in an attempt to draw as little attention to himself. Thankfully, Jimin was nowhere to be seen as Yoongi set up and he prepared himself for a night of trying his best to forget everything that had happened.

While to Jimin the interaction with Yoongi could have meant nothing, to Yoongi it meant a whole big deal. Not only was Jimin the second boy he had ever kissed, but that was the first time Yoongi had ever been so...forward. The first time he had allowed himself to just let that side of him come out. And he had really enjoyed it.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Namjoon asked as he went over to the bar seeing his friend looking concerned.

"I kissed Jimin last night," Yoongi admitted, knowing that he needed someone to talk about it with, "And I danced on him...and..."

"And what?"

"And I asked him if he liked my ass," Yoongi's face cringed as he admitted that, and he could tell that Namjoon was trying to contain his laughter.

"What did he say? I mean I've seen your ass Yoongi, you low-key thicc..."

"Shut it Joon," Yoongi swatted him away and Namjoon let out a loud laugh, "I don't know what to do. I don't know what came over me."

"Your gayness Yoongi, your love for cock came over you," Namjoon replied, "I have one question - are you a bottom Yoongi?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes at Namjoon who erupted into shrieks of laughter, "You are! Oh now I definitely did not see that one coming. You learn something new every day. How did you find out?"

"Well, I mean I guess I always assumed... I don't know, I might be a top!" Yoongi replied defensively.

"How can you not know Yoongi? Do you or do you not crave a dick up your ass?"

"I've never had sex," Yoongi blurted out before he could stop himself, and he looked to the floor in embarrassment, not wanting to see Joon's face.

"Now THIS is something unexpected. Yoongi you do realise you are working in a strip club AKA one of the horniest place you could have picked to work at?" Namjoon noticed the upset look on Yoongi's face, and realised that the last thing he friend needed was teasing, "Don't worry about it Yoongi, it's not a big deal. There are loads of virgins-"

"And it's pretty hot," the stranger sat next to Namjoon said, swivelling into the conversation.

Yoongi recognised him immediately at the man Jungkook had gone off with the night before, and he felt incredibly uncomfortable with this man knowing his deepest secret.

"The alien is right, it is really hot," Namjoon replied which caused Taehyung to scrunch his face up in anger.

"Alien? I think you'll find you're speaking to the new face of Gucci here," Taehyung replied, and Namjoon and Yoongi tried to suppress their laughter, "Alright maybe not Gucci, but I'm working on it."

"Yoongi!" Jin called from practically the other side of the room, "J-Hope wants you."

"I'm not leaving either of you in charge of the bar," Yoongi pointed at the two men, remembering what had happened last time he had left Joon in charge, "Drunk Dave, don't you dare touch the spirits. I'm leaving you in charge, I'll buy you a glass of whiskey when I get back."

Yoongi walked away from the bar feeling very confused and headed to J-Hope's office which was very close to the private rooms. Jimin is probably in one of them, Yoongi thought jealously to himself. He entered J-Hope's office which always felt oddly out of place in the strip club due to the bright yellow walls and collectable dolls lining the walls.

"Yoongi, my man!" J-Hope said when he entered which banished any fears about getting fired, "I just wanted to ask you if you felt there was any need for the bar to start serving food. Jin suggested it to me earlier on this week, and I was just wondering if you felt like the customers would order the food."

"If I may be honest, I think most of the customers are mainly thirsty rather than hungry," Yoongi replied. Thirsty for more than alcohol, Yoongi added in his head.

"I just don't know how to tell Jin that I don't want him cooking, he's so passionate about it," J-Hope looked genuinely concerned, and Yoongi realised how much J-Hope cared about the strippers here. Yoongi had always assumed that strip club owners would be horrible old men who wanted to touch young boys, but J-Hope was the complete opposite.

"Maybe say that it's a health risk, I don't think having food around so many sweaty bodies is a great idea," Yoongi offered up, and J-Hope considered it before sending Yoongi back to the bar.

When Yoongi left the office, he was struck by the sound of a high pitched voice screaming softly from inside one of the rooms. They sounded pained.

"P-please go slower," the voice cried out, and immediately Yoongi knew who was behind those screams.

Pushing open the door where the noise was coming from, Yoongi almost froze at the sight. Jimin was laying on his front, tears streaming down his face, as a man continued to thrust deeper into the stripper. What sickened Yoongi was that the man seemed to be enjoying Jimin's cries for help.

"Get the fuck off him," Yoongi yelled, making both the men acknowledge the bartender's presence.

"I paid $2,000 for this ass, you get the fuck out of here," the older man replied, and Jimin simply looked at the floor with pain in his eyes.

"I'm fine Yoongi," Jimin said in barely a whisper, his voice sounding moments away from cracking.

"I'm going to have to escort you out of the building, there is a zero tolerance for sexual relationships between customers and strippers. Either you come with me now or you face J-Hope and a hefty fine," Yoongi barked, mustering all the courage inside him to say these words to a man who could beat him into oblivion.

The man's eyes flicked between Jimin and Yoongi, and reluctantly he pulled out of the stripper and grabbed his blazer before leaving the room. Jimin hugged his knees to his chest and wiped away the tears on his face. There was a heavy silence over the two men, and Yoongi didn't know whether hugging Jimin would be the wrong move.

"Why did you come and save me?" Jimin whispered.

"I heard you screaming, and I couldn't let that monster hurt you. No one deserves that."

"I do," Jimin replied, sounding more broken than Yoongi had ever heard, "I deserve to be treated like an object. That's why I do this. Yoongi, I want to go home, can you tell J-Hope."

"Yeah of course," Yoongi said, still in shock from the boy's words.

"And Yoongi?" Yoongi spun around as he made his way to the door, "Can I take you for lunch tomorrow? You've saved my ass enough times, you're practically my own personal superhero and I feel like I should repay you."

All Yoongi could do was nod and leave the room, trying his best not to cry in front of Jimin. Jimin, the boy he thought was more perfect than anyone he had ever met, thought he was worthless. In that moment, all Yoongi wanted to do was wrap the boy in blankets and shelter him from the world.

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I started writing this fic thinking it was going be so much smutty fun and now I'm sat eating Pringles and crying. Legit just written five chapters and now need a lil happiness in my life because this shit getting dark.

Also, I've noticed that quite a lot writers have super long chapters and I was wondering whether you think I should make my chapters longer 💜