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The club music thumped loudly as Taehyung sat in his designated chair, his stage name, V, scrawled out in glittery Hangul over the back of it. The felt material of his skirt hugged and rubbed the thin fishnets wrapped around his thighs as he moved about his makeup station, breathing heavily to touch up sweat dampened foundation and rub away melted liner.
“Yah, Taehyungie!” Taehyung’s head whipped around quickly to the sound of Jimin’s voice, a little confused on the franticness in his tone. “Someone requested you. Birthday gift.” His grin was sheepish as he left the announcement at that and sauntered his way back over to his own station, and Taehyung couldn’t help but watch as the tight leather hugged at his best friend’s ass as he walked away.
He sighed, looking over his face once more and adjusting the silver choker that lined elegantly around his neck before standing. This wasn’t unusual, Taehyung had been dancing at D.C’s Marvels for a little over a year now, and his ability to pull off the feminine and masculine concepts had him requested quite often, for male and female costumers. He hooked his thumbs into his skirt, shimming it off of his slender hips before tossing it aside, heading over to his clothing rack to find something suitable to wear for the birthday boy. He ultimately pulled the lacey black bralette off his torso, noting the hoots and hollers that came from his fellow dancers as he stood there in only the fishnet tights and blinding choker. He opted for a pair of pink silk shorts that hugged his small waist but wasn’t too tight around his ass and thighs, and a solid black silk top, that he had Jimin cut the sleeves off of, then returned it back to him to cut it so it hung just above his belly button. He decided on shoe-less, the way he preferred to dance…and be at any given time, but he’d rather do his pole work without the risk of breaking his neck.
Once he deemed himself ready, he made his way to his room, it further back than the other private rooms, reserved for guests of higher stature than their usual clientele, married men and women, or business associates attempting to separate from their significant others even if it is just for one night, or winding down in a foreign city on their company's dime. Taehyung found himself in that back room more often than not, whether it be him alone or him and Jimin requested together, which left them giddy and more than willing to put on a show.
The lights were dimmed as Taehyung entered music already playing in the background, some smooth r&b track with a slow beat by Chance The Rapper, a stark contrast from the bumping hip hop beat that seemed to melt behind him as the curtain closed. The man sat on one of the plush, black leather couches, his hair a deep navy under the lighting and his skin was pale, red lip slinking between his teeth as Taehyung walked in. Taehyung was fully enamored by his presence, the other man was gorgeous, obviously older, milky skin clear like a doll, his plump bottom lip redder than before after being worried between his teeth. He was handsome, strong jawline, looking powerful in a black sweater, sleeves rolled up to reveal arms full of black and tinted ink, clustered together like one beautiful mosaic. He exuded power, something that made Taehyung want to drop to his knees just at the sight of him, he felt like he already owned by his stare, dark brown orbs rapping their leashes around Taehyung's neck, suffocating him with ever pull. He had on glasses that were only rimmed at the top with slate grey slacks that hugged his thin thighs and Taehyung had to visibly gulp down his incompetence feeling extremely small though he could see that he was bigger than the male to some degree.
“Hmmm, you must be the birthday boy?” Taehyung hummed, his voice sultry and deep to match the mood, and he forced himself to swallow down the star struck awe he had walking in. The elder man’s eyes were stuck on him, a darkened gaze transfixed on Taehyung physique and it made his entire body shiver, goose bumps riding up his spine. The pale man grunted in response, and Taehyung chucked that up as a tally on his imaginary score board, he had in fact rendered the man with the icy dark stare speechless.
The ball was in Taehyung’s court now, and he slinked his way to the plush leather chair. “What’s your name honey?” Taehyung tilted his head, the other male’s eyes widening at being spoken to in that deep, almost condescending tone. Taehyung usually, didn’t care about the names of his patron’s but he’s been told to get a bit more personal with them, just enough so that they feel that they are being danced for, like they're the most important person to walk through those doors.
“Yoongi.” He answered, his voice harsh with a little bit of bite to it, just in the two-syllable phrase. And the elder man grumbled a curse, Taehyung guessing at how easily he gave up his name in his overbearing presence. The younger took that, and the music melting into one of Taehyung’s favorites, a sensual tune from a new American artist he had grown to like, for him to make his move. The beat was a little harder than his usual slow jams, but he liked it, one of those few songs that riled him up to put on his best performance.
“Well Yoongi…how about I give your gift yeah?” Taehyung smirked making his way to the pole that sat in front of the dark haired man, turning his back to it as he rocked and swayed his hips to the beat of the music. Taehyung wasn’t like Jimin, who was a natural born dancer, and had a spot on their college dance team, both of them he might add. Jimin would actually dance to the music, coming up with elaborate routines that had stripping and teasing laced in them. Taehyung just felt the music, every up beat he’d sway with his hips, choosing the right climax of the songs to do his pole work, something he was commended on time and time again.
Taehyung chose the bridge to make his way over to Yoongi, spreading and dipping down between the elders spread thighs, where he found a wonderful sight snuggly breaching the others slacks that had him smirking softly as he turned his back to him perching himself on Yoongi’s lap, rocking and swaying to the rhythm of the music, laying back so he rested against a broad chest and making a bold move to place the elders hands on his own body, letting him touch as he rocked and rolled against him.
Taehyung was reluctant to break contact once the song ended standing to his feet, turning back to face the other, breath heavy and his own bulge threatening to expose him, something he usually hadn’t had when he danced but something about Yoongi, that had him feeling like he was set on fire and left to burn to ashes under that icy stare.
“Happy Birthday Mr. Yoongi.” Taehyung remembered to add the elders name as he began to make his way to the curtains.
“Stay.” Yoongi finally said after being quiet besides the harsh panting in his ear as he danced. His smirk was deviant as he looked Taehyung over, motioning for him to come back in his direction.
“I-,” Taehyung began, any excuse he had dying on his tongue, cause if he was honest, he probably wasn’t going to hit the stage again, the possibility of him having another private dance in the next hour when the club closed was highly unlikely. So, Taehyung smiled softly walking back over. “You want another dance birthday boy?”
Yoongi smirked sheepishly, something deeply deviant in his dark eyes. "Maybe I just wanna talk?" The other said a comical grin forming over his face, "or both."
Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully, a slanted smirk breaching his features, "Right." He started to sway his hips again as another soft beat came from the over head speakers, his eyes locking on the eldest once more.
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When he finally emerged from the curtain, Jimin was on his way to it. “Where the hell have you been?” He could see the worry in the other’s eyes as he pulled Taehyung into a tight hug around his shoulders. “We thought he killed you off jeez.” As he spoke, Yoongi emerged behind him, and Jimin shot him a glare as he bowed his head at the two than shoved his hands in his pockets as he stalked away nonchalantly, and Taehyung definitely wasn’t staring at the roundness of his ass in the slacks.
“Why would you think he killed me? I have privates like every week.” Taehyung shrugged, grabbing himself a water from the stand perched between two other private rooms, he looked behind him as he walked, signaling Jimin to follow and explain.
“Do you know who you danced for?” Jimin asked him genuinely, eyebrows furrowing with worry at his friends naiveite.
“Yoongi? Some big shot business man I’m guessing by the way he was dressed. Looked too old to be a college student, but still a little young, all I really got was his name, I did most of the talking for an hour.” He said with a nonchalant shrug as he began to peel his clothes off his body, tossing the sweaty top and shorts into his bag and pulling off the fishnet tights doing the same, now completely naked in the back room, also something no one was unused to.
“Um who the fuck is Yoongi?” Jimin asked as he followed Taehyung to the shower stalls, idly standing against the tile wall as the taller stepped inside, turning the water on.
“The guy I just danced for? Are you listening Jiminie?” Taehyung asked in a patronizing tone as he began to wash himself with his strawberry scented soap, washing away the sweat and cigarette smoke feeling ten pounds lighter each time he ran over another area of his body.
Jimin’s eyes were wide but his brows knit together in confusion, “I don’t know what the hell he told you, or what fucked up alias he gave you but that was Suga…like the Suga, as in ‘I own the streets of Seoul with my goons therefore I own you, and will break your face and your families face if you fuck with me, my gang, my city, or my drugs’ Suga.” Jimin spilled all in one breath.
“That’s one long nickname, and I doubt it’s the same guy Jiminie, what would the Suga be doing in D.C’s? It’s a high end club but not that elite that a drug lord, gang lord what have you would just saunter in for a birthday party.” Taehyung rolled his eyes in disbelief, turning the shower water off after rinsing his hair, dye still swirling into the draining droplets after he subsequently turned his hair an obnoxiously bright red just a few days prior. The color was a little wild but it made his already deeply tanned skin glow, and his cheek bones and chin look a bit more chiseled with the contrast. Jimin bout popped a boner when he walked out of the bathroom with it and Taehyung chalked that up to win on his behalf.
“I’m not blind Taehyung it looked just like him….you didn’t say anything stupid that could piss him off did you?” Jimin asked, dark orbs blown wide once more.
“I don’t think so?” Taehyung responded, pulling on his Adidas jogger pants, not bothering to pull a shirt on under the hoodie that he subsequently had stolen from Namjoon, who he was the same height as, if not a bit taller and yet he was still swimming in it, struggling to pull the sleeves up his elbows as he tugged a beanie over the tips of his large ears, the hat pulling his crimson fringe from his forehead, revealing strong brows that made him look five years older than he actually was. “He really just let me talk? I mean I was dancing the whole time and he had a raging boner but he had a nice smile, and that’s all he did was smile as I went on about school and dogs, and the daycare job I applied for, did a little pole spinning a few splits, you know the use.” He added with a shrug slinging the black leather backpack over his shoulder, the coal and scarlet serpent stitching causing glistening under the dim backstage lights. The music in the club had completely cut off by now, and there was a heavenly hue around the curtains where he assumed the nights Hoseok, the nights DJ and Taehyung’s other roommate, had turned on the energy efficient light fixtures that were usually off during club times.
“He didn’t- did he tell you what he did?” Jimin was now thoroughly confused, it was written all over his face, eyebrows knit, thick plush lips pursed, ears slightly wiggling, and if Taehyung hadn’t know his best friend was genuinely concerned about his night escapade with the alleged gang leader, he would have thought he was cute.
“I mean, no, like I said I did most of the talking,” Taehyung paused for a second shaking his head, “he grunted a lot, that’s gotta count for something.” He said with a soft chuckle, noticing the obvious uneasiness on his friend’s face. “Chim, I really don’t think it was him, calm your pretty little head, anyone who can sit there and watch a stripper and listen to them talk about their life and stuff while they basically ride your cock through your pants...is no threat to society.”
Jimin bit down on his bottom lip in nervousness and Taehyung couldn’t help his heart fluttering in his chest in guilt. “I just want to make sure you’re alright Tae, that man…he’s a bad man, whether that was him or not, just be…careful.”
Before Taehyung could reply, Hoseok shoved his head through the curtains, a wild grin as usual plastered over his features. “You guys ready to go?” The two nodded in response, gathering up the rest of their things, bidding bye to the other dancers as they left the backstage area.
The walk from the club to their shared apartment was a long one, the buses stopped running and ever since Taehyung and Jimin started working at the club, they could afford to live in the nicer part of Seoul, but they had to sacrifice a five-minute walk, for a forty-five minute one if they all got off after closing.
Hoseok draped an arm around Jimin’s shoulder as they walked eyes peeled on either side of them a silent protector as they started their journey home.
When they arrived, Jimin and Hoseok both said their good nights, bickering and muttering about who showered first between yawns. Taehyung wanted to sleep, but he found himself perched in the middle of his bed, Macbook heating his bare thighs as he typed away Googling, ‘Suga’, and sure enough a familiar face popped up under the image tabs, except in these pictures he had a slew of different hair colors and less tattoos. “Mother fucker.” He muttered to no one, a bit of something striking in his heart, maybe it was fear, he had told the man every little detail in his life for the better half of an hour, a man known for trafficking, hard core drugs, and the reason why countless other ass fucks disappear every other week, but maybe it wasn’t fear, maybe it was something else striking up in him, something electric and pulsating that wouldn’t will his heart to slow down, something resembling want, thrilling scenarios whirling about his thoughts. Taehyung had always been the type to want adrenaline pumping through him at all times, loved to never know whats happening next, or who it's happening with. But that was his downfall, it had him in trouble all through life, that was what lead to his parents cutting him off from their wealth, though he was grateful that when he didn't have money, Namjoon used the money they sent him to stock his fridge or pay his rent, but nothing ever kept Taehyung from getting what he wanted, and in this case, who.
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That ‘small’ bit of whatever he felt kept Taehyung up all night. He woke up groggy and disoriented as he slumped into their shared bathroom staring at smudged make up that he hadn’t washed off completely and matted red hair. He sighed, at himself turning the tap on just as Jimin opened the door shirtless, just in his black briefs. “Running late need to shower, " was all the shorter said before turning on the blasting shower head and pulling the briefs off in one swift motion before climbing it.
“Irookedemup.” Taehyung mumbled behind a tooth brush, scrapping and lathering toothpaste into his mouth.
“You what?” Jimin peeked around the curtain, water dripping from his hair and down his faced and toned collar bones. Taehyung spit harshly in the sink in response, pausing with the toothbrush in mid-air in front of his gaping mouth.
“I looked him up…Suga? I looked up and Goddamnit Jimin it was him last night at the club, just with black and blue hair and more tattoos.”
“Holy fuck…you danced for like…a like super villain or something…holy fuck wait, you okay?”
Taehyung had continued his routine of brushing his teeth and washing his face, not responding until he had rinsed the grapefruit scented face wash and scrubbing beads from his face. By then, Jimin had closed the curtain and continued his shower. “I’m fine….the funny part is…I wasn’t scared…and I don’t re...gret it?” He almost asked, the word turning up at the corners as he patted his face dry, wiping water from his bare chest. “I mean…he was kind of hot," he said with a nonchalant shrug.
“Oh no,” Jimin started as he turned the faucet off, yanking the curtain back to reveal his tanned naked body, grabbing for his towel that hung diligently next to Taehyung and Hoseok’s, and wrapping it tightly around his waist, “no, no, no you do not think some Seoul gangster is hot, you didn’t get his number or anything did you, oh God Tae you do some stupid wild shit, but that’s beyon-“
“I didn’t get his number or anything I told you…I shook my ass a little bit and we talked as I did...it was kind of nice.” The taller male turned to face his friend leaning against the marble counter top, grey lines crackling through it, seemingly breaking apart under his touch.
“No, it wasn’t nice, he’s a thug, he’s more than that he’s on like mob boss level, he could have killed you last night and made it seem like you flew off to Costa Rica to be with your Spanish lover.”
“Jiminie relax…it was one time it’s not like I’ll see him again or anything sheesh.” He added fakely rolling his eyes to seem unpaved by the ordeal.
“Oh no, I know you Tae, when you think someone is hot you track them down and go to all the places they like to go to speak to them again. I’m not letting you do this, I don’t want to be coming home cleaning your brains off the floor cause he wanted to 69 and you were feeling reverse cowgirl or something.”
“Jiminie…he’s a bad man, I promise I won’t.” He stalked out of the bathroom heading back into his room to ready himself for class, all the while typing ‘Suga’ back into his search engine, millions of candid photos taken, he kept his phone in his hand scrolling as he dressed, pulling on his favorite jeans, the ones that hugged his hips, and had the pretty floral and bird pattern down the side, and absent mindedly pulling on a too-large, white long sleeve, the collar stretched and damaged so much that it revealed his collar bones completely and almost fell off his shoulder. He zoomed into a few photos as he laced on the red high tops, screen shotting shop names and club signs while he added a navy blue bandanna around his forehead and brushed a bit of gloss to his lips. He recognized a club name, The Ace, a club he’d known to be deep in downtown Seoul, it was in the background of many of ‘Suga’s ‘ night life photos, which he guessed the elder man frequented often. He bit into his bottom lip thinking as he furrowed his brow, choosing to roll the sleeve up on his arm that showed his floral tattoo a soft lazy smile settling on his lips. He wanted to go, just to see if he’d run into him, maybe this time he’d get to exchange numbers with him he couldn’t be all bad…right? He was about to yell Jimin’s name to invite him, but then decided against it, he didn’t want any chance of the shorter cockblocking because he was scared.
“Hoseokie!” Taehyung called out his room door as he slung his backpack on and grabbed his house keys.
“Yah, why are you yelling?” He hadn’t realized the elder was sitting on the couch with Namjoon, and he noted that he would chew his brother out for not calling or text him to tell him he was in his apartment, let alone come down the hall to speak later.
“Sorry, didn’t know you were out here. Wanna go out with me tonight? There’s a new club downtown I wanna check out, and I don’t wanna go alone.” Taehyung leaned over the couch wrapping his long arms around his brothers upper torso before sending Hoseok a pout.
“Why don’t you ask Jimin?” Taehyung took in a sharp breath, racking his brain for a lie, surely if Jimin didn’t want him to go to see Yoongi, Hoseok would take his side.
“Um…he said he’d be with his study group all night…big exam..please?” He shot another pout Hoseok’s way, who in turn looked at Namjoon then back up at Taehyung.
“Fine.”
“Oh thank you! We’ll have a great time I’ll even pay for everything.” The younger smirked giving his brother a kiss on the forehead, who grunted in response, his earphones shoved deep into his ears before leaning over to hug Hoseok.
“Yeah, yeah, you better. “ Hoseok tutted, hugging the red head back in response.
“See you tonight!” Taehyung called walking out the front door dialing another into his phone as he made his way to bus stop, the ride to campus was a short one, but the walk would take him a good thirty minutes. His mind wondered as his sneakers pounded into the concrete, mulling back over the night a lazy smile playing over his lips as he remembered himself saying something stupid about cheese fries that pulled a smile out of the elder as he danced around his pole, though awkwardly they held a regular conversation even as Taehyung danced to back to back and to back again tracks, and for someone to be a 'gang leader' he felt, completely safe around him, bracketed in his arms as he rutted his ass against him to some 90s throw back, it all left an electric haze over Taehyung, like he was playing with fire, waiting patiently to get burned so he could feel that feeling in his gut, that wave that comes just so briefly but sets your soul a light, and he wanted to feel that again.
“Heeeey Hyejin, what are you doing tonight?”