Unfortunately I'm not a gay stripper so I had to take some creative liberties with this one 😭 got no idea about the interior of bars/clubs either my bad but I cba to visit one
Also how has it been a month already I'm sorry- tysm to the people hanging around I appreciate you!!

"I have to go," Taehyung whined weakly but tilted his head back. Jungkook took advantage and continued his attack on the bare skin. He'd gotten better at it, leaving dark enough marks that Taehyung had complained about having to apply some make up to cover the hickey for work but he made no move to stop him, fingers tangled in his hair.

Jungkook shuffled further on top of him. "Yeah?"

He hummed and ran his fingers along Jungkook's sides.

When he shuffled back he could see Taehyung staring back with hooded eyes. It had become a little routine when Jungkook stayed the night that before Taehyung had work he would get up early to make him breakfast in bed. But today he had overslept, only waking when Jungkook began tracing little shapes on his cheek, poking at the hints of stubble along his jaw.

Although he swatted him away he hadn't rushed to get up, insisting he could get ready in just a few minutes and shower when he got home.

"Could call in sick?" Jungkook offered.

"I could," Taehyung agreed with a sigh. "But that would be irresponsible,"

Jungkook pressed a hand against his chest. "But you could stay here with me,"

He chuckled and shook his head, giving his shoulder a pat. "Let me go Kook,"

"Are you free later?"

"I have to work tonight,"

Jungkook deflated onto his chest but let himself be lifted and moved aside. "Could I come?"

"I guess if you want to but I'll be busy. Don't expect me to hang around with you,"

"So I can watch you do your thing?" Jungkook hummed. "That could be hot... Maybe I could help you after," He finished with a cautious whisper.

"I'm sure you'll be adorable after working yourself up all night but I'll be tired," Taehyung uttered through a yawn. "Jimin wants to go out tomorrow night if you want to come with?"

"I'd rather join tonight," He admitted, bundling himself up in the blanket while Taehyung shuffled away to the wardrobe, shrugging in agreement.

"Can join if you like just don't be upset when you don't get any attention darling,"

He huffed. "I'll get plenty attention,"

Taehyung hooked a tie around his neck and lifted his collar. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah I'm great- I nearly hooked up with a guy from the bar a few weeks ago,"

"Careful, act like you don't need me so much I might have to leave you to your own devices baby," He teased, buckling his belt.

"Those guys could never make me feel like you do. But they could touch me up a little,"

"Are you trying to make me jealous?"

Jungkook shrugged, struggling to contain a smile. "Would you be?"

"Depends," Taehyung chuckled crouching on the edge of the bed fully dressed. "How much will you give them?" He had leaned over him, large hand splayed amongst the sheets beside his head to support his weight.

"I could let them touch..." He started slowly, gauging Taehyung's reaction. "Under clothes..." He continued, watching his lips twitch. "Could use my mouth?" He finished, tentatively.

"Oh yeah?"

Jungkook's face flushed at the prospect of another man's cock in his mouth. It occurred to him he hadn't even given the courtesy of offering his mouth to Taehyung yet despite their explorations. To him the boundary was firm and unspoken from their first meeting. Somehow it felt gayer than everything else they'd done and even if he tried to release those boundaries his mind defaulted back.

Seeing his response Taehyung laughed and got up. "Be sure to use a condom darling, can't have you getting an STD,"

Jungkook watched him saunter away with a pout and decided to curl back in on himself to force a few more minutes of precious sleep before he was kicked out.

Being apart from Taehyung for the day went in his favour; afterall moderation was key. The hours alone gave him the opportunity to workout, see his new gym buddy and scrape by on his studies.

When evening came he was giddy. He dressed himself in that old sheer shirt and some tight fitting trousers that would be near impossible to take off; it didn't matter how unflattering he would look attempting to remove them of course because he had no intention of taking someone home. He even attempted a little make up, copying Jimin's general application with make up he had accidentally left in his room to create a somewhat cohesive look. Okay, maybe he spent more time applying removing and reapplying the make up than he did studying but he still did some work.

He looked thoroughly out of place when he turned up on Taehyung's doorstep.

Taehyung opted for a literally just rolled out of bed look with crumpled clothes and all, having ditched his formal attire for some clothes that had been tossed onto the floor a few days prior.

Oblivious to his own condition he let out a low whistle and placed two firm hands on Jungkook's sides, eyeing his skin through the fabric. "Really are trying to get some attention, hm?"

Jungkook pushed him off. "Not from you,"

"Very well, get yourself some practice before the real deal," He cooed, turning to lock his door before heading down the steps. Jungkook rushed to keep up with him.

The walk to the bar was decent though Jungkook found himself consistently rolling his eyes and squirming out of Taehyung's flirtatious advances.

Inside was warm, cozy as they snuck into the back room. They were greeted by the blush pink painted walls and warm wood counters masked by the usual clutter.

Taehyung sat on a chair with a heavy huff, dumping his bag down and tugging off his shirt as he took an array of things to place on the counter. Jungkook hovered cautiously beside him.

It seemed as though Taehyung forgot his presence as he sat down, hastily rubbing products into his cheeks, he worked quickly and thoughtlessly, motions automatic from practice. Jungkook watched curiously as he layered products and obscured his tanned skin.

"So you do this every night?" Jungkook questioned as the other brought out a fresh brush and dipped it into a small pot.

Taehyung's mouth hung open dumbly as he pressed the brush to his skin but he let out a vague noise of agreement.

When he set the brush down he turned to him. "You don't have to wait around for me, go have fun,"

A pout formed on his lips but before he could complain they were interrupted. "Hey! My favourite two people,"

Jungkook twisted and jumped into his friends arms. "I didn't know you were working tonight!"

Jimin simply grinned and gave him a tight squeeze before taking a seat beside Taehyung. "How come you're both here? Or do I not want to know? No I always want to know,"

Taehyung just smirked and scooted some make up over to him.

"Are you not here to work Tae? You'll get bored Jungkook,"

"He wants to suck someone's dick," Taehyung interrupted.

Jimin turned slowly, mouth agape. "What? What's wrong with Tae's?"

"Tae is busy and he was worried if I'd be bored," Jungkook hummed.

"Oh I see, you want to make him jealous,"

"Do not,"

Jimin didn't bother responding and unstead poured them each a drink, ushering Jungkook into a chair. "You can always go back to my or Tae's place of you get bored,"

Taehyung didn't falter at the mention of his apartment so Jungkook agreed.

It didn't take long for the two to get ready despite their initially shabby appearance. Steady, experienced hands worked quickly, sparing moments for chatter and drinks as they readied themselves for the night.

Each time they leaned in close to the mirror and held their focus Jungkook would sigh and lean back in his chair with little do to. He considered removing the make up just so he could copy them and do it again but decided against the waste, preferring to lean back into long stretches and listen to the muffled sound of the bar being prepared for the night.

It didn't take long for others to arrive and take a place along the counters. They didn't seem to question him much, offering cautious smiles that he returned gratefully.

A surprising number of people entered though. He wondered just how popular their work was and how intimate they had to become. Some changed into unique, revealing outfits with pins for hair and clothing to keep it all in place through the activity but many seemed to be in a different category entirely. They dressed in skimpy tight fitting pants and little else.

After some time watching them come and go he realised, they too were staff, paid to serve rather than dance.

They would saunter in and out with simple silver trays hooked beneath their arms. It made Jungkook shiver to think of the cold metal against their bare skin.

He felt a rough pat on his arm and twisted to see Taehyung gesture to the waiter who was leaving the room. "Want me to set you up with him? He likes guys like you,"

Jimin snickered. "Stop winding him up, Tae,"

"What? He was the one lusting over him,"

"Kook is just a baby," Jimin cooed and pulled him into a hug. "You'll make his dick implode,"

Jungkook huffed and wriggled away from his friends grip. "You two are just mean,"

Their mingled laughs echoed as they pulled him from his seat. "Come on,"

He let himself be dragged out through to the main area where music had already begun to play and some people had already entered but it looked relatively plain and empty. The other two didn't seem particularly bothered and he spotted the undressed men from before placing drinks on tables. He watched with little interest, half expecting him to crawl into the others lap and just do something.

He didn't. He allowed the men to stare and chat, reciprocating with a playful grin.

So it came to a suprise to Jungkook when a hand shoved into the waistband of his pants to deposit a tip.

No one else seemed bothered by the scene, Jimin wondering off to get them some drinks.

"If you do want to go back to mine you know where my key is, right? Just don't fall asleep I'll need you to let me in,"

Jungkook nodded. "Um yeah sure,"

Taehyung watched him for a moment. "You okay?"

He gave a slow nod. "What uh, what do you guys actually do?"

Taehyung nibbled on his lower lip and held back a chuckle, inaudible beneath the music. "Has your quest to make me jealous turned on yourself?"

"I'm just curious shut up,"

"We dance, look pretty, we do private parties sometimes, they pay more,"

Jungkook timidly took his hand and hummed. "You have regulars?"

"Yeah, some,"

He stood still on the spot, eyeing the dimly lit floor. He hadn't thought to bring enough cash to pay anyone himself, knowing he could easily pay Jimin back for any drinks and not needing money for travel. As much as he knew Taehyung would be busy the slight hope he could stay close to him finally began to fade.

So he sighed and carefully pressed his fingers to his cheeks, holding him in place without causing too much disruption to his make up as he pressed a firm kiss to his lips. He needed some final contact before being ignored the whole night after all.

Gently Taehyung removed his hands. "Don't give my customers ideas," He chuckled.

He pouted but agreed, turning instead to the others entering. There were mostly others their age, a few younger and some older. He noticed an older man amongst the group entering and immediately twisted back to Taehyung who laughed and slapped his shoulder before heading towards where they had seated.

He backed himself into a nearby chair. Taehyung was so pretty. He wished he had enough money to pay for his time, for him to look down at him with that suggestive gaze. He squirmed on the spot as Taehyung lifted his shirt to reveal an expanse of muscle and skin. His body moved easily with the music, becoming more vulgar on cue as cash was nudged into his trousers with a lingering hand.

"Damn he's quick," Jimin appeared beside him with with a hardly contained snicker.

Jungkook accepted the drink from his friends hand. "You don't have to keep me company Minie, go get money, then use it to buy me more drinks,"

Jimin rolled his eyes. "I just thought I'd keep you company until things picked up a little,"

As the evening went on he did eventually find himself alone and lost track of where his friends were between the bodies that filled the building. But with a decent amount of alcohol in his system numbing his senses he was able to cling on to a friendly little group of people just a bit younger than himself. They were accommodating and as chatty as the noise level would permit but as the night went on talk started on leaving.

For the first time in a while he saw his friend at a table, looking no different than he had hours ago.

He had to rush to catch up with his group to accommodate his staring.

A hand lingered on his waist as they headed closer to the bar and he flushed, implications swarming his mind.

Was he really going to try and go through with that plan? He wondered if Taehyung was nonchalant just knowing he wouldn't actually do it and whether his attitude would change if he did. It was tempting. The jealousy, the experience. He could better prepare himself for Taehyung and avoid embarrassing himself.

They ushered him along and a drink was promptly placed into his hand.

The guys he was with were pretty. It wasn't something he gave too much thought when he first stumbled over to them offering a round of drinks that slaughtered his change. But now as he swayed beside them, stomach calling for food to muddy the liquor he'd consumed in excess they looked gorgeous. Back in school men had never looked so good, they were big and sweaty and gross, where were these guys then?

"Guys I think Kook is done," One of them laughed before he felt a pressure on his back.

In a feeble attempt to prolong the night he shook his head. "I'm fine, good, great,"

He groaned as the drink was pried from his fingers and replaced with a bottle of water. "Where do you live? Maybe we can share a cab?" One of them called over the noise.

It took a bit of reassuring before they would let him wonder off alone, a promise of texting confirmation of his wellbeing and a guarantee that he knew where he was going.

And contrary to his hopes Taehyung was nowhere to be seen when he approached the man's belongings. He left a messy note and took his keys before venturing out on his own.

Luckily he knew the route well enough and no one bothered him on his walk back.

For the first time he was in Taehyung's apartment alone. He kicked off his shoes, got some water and opened the cupboards in hope of finding a snack to no avail. He should've gone to Jimin's. Jimin always had leftovers.

It didn't take him long with his unsuccessful hunt for food to get into bed, tangling his limbs with the unmade sheets hoping to imitate the incomparable comfort of the morning. But it wasn't the same alone. The sheets were crisp and cold. They carried that same enticing scent that lingered on Taehyung but without him it was empty.

The room was flat and still around him, distinctly different from his own shitty bunk bed and welcoming in the way Taehyung could be. Maybe a little unwelcoming too.

Getting to sleep was near impossible as his mind spun. His thoughts were muddled and incoherent, every now and then they would merge into a peaceful confusing wave that begged him to let his mind rest before he was interrupted again by a flurry of ideas.

He let himself become preoccupied with his phone to distract. He never did suck anyone's dick. Not even close. Hardly anyone had approached him the whole night.

Sat far back in his messages was a nameless contact. Flashes of memories teased his mind. The man he let last time.

He was about to start a message when a rustling echoed through the apartment, then a knock.

It took him a moment to register that he had the key before forcing himself out of bed and rushing to greet the other man. The other offered a slight smile as the door opened, giving his waist a gentle squeeze before stepping past.

His makeup had been removed, only trace smudges remaining in the corners of his eyes and a haphazard combination of clothes adorned his body.

"Have you eaten?" He questioned quietly, waking deeper into the apartment and stripping with tired uncoordinated movements.

Jungkook shook his head, muttering a soft no when Taehyung turned to him for a response.

"I need to shower," Taehyung sighed, pushing his palms into his eyes. "You can order food,"

He was gone before Jungkook could respond. He pulled up his phone, closing the messages and checking out the delivery app.

It didn't take long for an order to be placed, the thought of food already appeasing his grumbling stomach, Taehyung returned in a towel that be carelessly let slip to the floor before crawling into bed beside him.

"How was work? Get a lot of money?" He questioned, turning on his side to lean onto the others shoulder, a hand resting on his warm chest.

He let out a low hum. "Could've been worse. Get more on stage,"

"You go on stage?" Jungkook questioned.

"Sometimes, it's competitive to get the slots... I get enough with just lap dances to get by, always have my day job to fall back on too,"

Jungkook nodded and relaxed into his touch as Taehyung mindlessly began to toy with his hair. "I bet you would look so good on stage, you're already hot,"

He chuckled and his fingers tightened around the messy strands. "I am pretty good at my job,"

"You're good at other things too," Jungkook sighed wistfully, fingertips drifting further down his bare abdomen.

"Not tonight I'm not," Taehyung chuckled. "Too tired,"

A pout settled on his lips but he didn't push it, opting instead to sink down into his warmth. "Those other guys who work with you... What are their jobs like?"

"Who do you mean?"

"You know..." He whispered. "Those guys who don't wear anything..."

Taehyung shrugged. "They're servers, there aren't many on nights like today, more when there's shows on. A couple guys started as them and them auditioned to be dancers later, it's not too hard I don't think,"

Jungkook wet his lips. "Do you think I could apply to do that?"