Taehyungs p.o.v

I do my bow tie looking in the mirror as I do my hair and eyeliner, I glance around as Jimin walks into the room "Baby J, guess who's ex bestie I fucked," I say.

"You fucked one of my friends!?" Jimin screeches almost smudging the smoky he'd been working on on the way to the club.

"Yup. Wanna guess who?"

"I don't have many close friends... if it's someone I actually miss I'll beat your ass..."

"A cute little assless guy named Jungkook, ring a bell?" I say turning on my seat.

"No way! Where did you see Him!? I haven't seen him in years... And he's the most no homo guy in existence. Like are you sure you didn't rape him?"

"I'm sure. Jeez what do you take me for?" I say crossing my arms sulkily.

"Its not what I take you for it's what I take Jungkook for." Jimin laughs taking the seat next to me.

"Do you know if he ever went back to dancing or is he still listening to all the bullshit that leaves Namjoons mouth?"

"Well his dancing has gone to hell. He did try though," I sigh.

"You're kidding. He's always been a better dancer than me..." Jimin curses biting the inside of his cheek in thought for a second.

"Taehyung... I know it's a lot to ask but if he actually is getting close to you, he may be annoying sometimes but Namjoon took everything he had, dancing was his passion, finding out he can't dance anymore probably hit him pretty hard so be nice?"

"I guess you blame this Namjoon fella then?" I ask, "Namjoon is a selfish asshole. He convinced Jungkook to give up all his dreams and work in the fast food industry for fucks sake,"

"And Jungkook went with it? Like didn't you try to stop him?" I put on a lip balm reaching for a concealer, I stand up dabbing a little of the bottom of Jimin collar bone to hide a small hicky.

"I was going to go with him, I only realized what Namjoon was doing after our current boss saw some videos of us online and tried to get in contact with me.

Jungkook never realized though, he never even let me tell him what this job was, he got angry that I was leaving him since he's scared to be alone with that bastard,"

Jimin smiles sadly finishing his eye makeup.

"I don't think he would have been happy with you if he knew you'd be stripping your clothes and getting money shoved into your underwear while you danced around a pole,"

I sit down by the club entrance glancing to see what sorts of people I'll be dancing around.

"You don't know him for who he really is, he used to love strippers cause they're talented and shameless, he looks up to them. It's one of his dream jobs," Jimin mutters behind me looking at the unoccupied tables.

"Hmm, got a point though. We are a little shameless,"

I move the waist band of jimins underwear down slightly showing more of his killer hip bones.

"You made him feel bad about himself didn't you?" Jimin says bluntly before adjusting his tie.

"A little... I didn't mean to though! I didn't know he'd start hating on his body,"

"Probably cause Namjoon picks on him on a daily basis... I refuse to believe he has a flat ass, that thing was giant,"

"He has a flat booty. I'd have to search to find it,"

"Hm... Do you think you'd be able to make him talk to me? I miss that little brat. He probably wants to cling to you like a fricken koala anyway,"

"Yeah, he didn't want to leave earlier. I almost sent him out the door in his underwear"

"Seriously Tae? You know, he has no where to go that he feels safe, You might be his safe place now, you can't just kick him out!"

"I told him where a hotel was. And I just met the guy. I can't be someone's safe place. That sounds hard"

"It's not hard and If you break him, I will crush you." Jimin warned.

"Jeez, does destroying his ass count as breaking him"
 
"I'm serious Taehyung,"

"Well just know I'm not into anything serious. I'm just having a little fun, but I will look after him"

"... Could you try find some things out about him for me? It won't be hard," Jimin sighs pleadingly.

"What you wanna know?" I ask curiously.

"As much as you can get to be honest, I guess mostly how Namjoon is treating him, if he'll ever pursue dance and singing again. Things like that,"

"Sure. Whatever you need,"

"Thank you, anyway, you ready to get some work done? My ass and hair looks great. Let's go shake some ass and get money"

I smile and nod, putting on my sassiest walk to a lonely looking table.

I start to dance sexily, scouting out a drunk enough guy who is likely to tip me well.

It looked like it was his birthday, and he's just about old enough to even be here. Meaning he has no idea how much to tip added to the fact he was completely and utterly wasted.

I walk over my hand brushing over his shoulder "Hey sexy~ want a dance?" I say with a wink.

I watch his jaw drop and he looks to his friends for approval. I hoist myself onto the table, "£30?" I ask tilting my head.

He takes his money from his wallet wiping it down my chest before tucking it firmly in my waistband.

I smirk at him tracing his jawline before standing against the pole waiting for the beat to drop.

I grip the pole throwing my head back, I hook my leg around the pole sliding down to the floor.

I grind against the pole in time with the  beat, swapping positions occasionally showing off my flexibility.

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At about half two I walk through my door throwing my coat to the floor. I walk to my sofa falling over the back to lay face first in a pillow.

I pull out my phone, remembering what Jungkook said. I open his number and wait for it to ring.

I had almost put the phone down by the time he finally answered.

"Mmmm hello?" He mumbles sounding dazed and tired.

"Hello Jungkook,"

"You called! Hi"  He coos sleepily, that bunny toothed grin evident in his voice down the phone, I smile rolling to lie on my back.

"Is there a reason you wanted me to call you?"

"I wanted to talk. I'm sorry for being rude earlier,"

I think back to Jimins threats.

"...Its fine, this place is a mess if you still wanna clean it," I chuckle looking over to the small pile of sorted laundry Jungkook sniff tested.

"No. Before. When I was rude about people being gay" he mumbled. "I'm over it," I sigh satisfied with his apology.

"Sure?" He asks quietly. "I'm sure, you should go back to sleep,"

"Mkay. Goodnight" He mumbles too tired to need any further encouragement. "Goodnight Kookie,"

He chuckles before hanging up the phone, I shove my phone back in my pocket making my way to my room.

I lay on my bed pushing the blanket to the floor before I starfish across the bed.

I groan realizing I forgot to change the bedsheets since Jungkook came over.

I pick up my pillow deciding that the sofa would be best for tonight. I walk groggily dragging my pillow behind me, throwing it and myself on the sofa to finally get some rest

I curl into a ball closing my eyes, I let my body relax, cuddling into my pillow.