Putting his Air Pods in, Jungkook searched through his contacts, until the name 'Annoying Alien 👽💩' popped up, and pressed 'FaceTime Call' to reveal a snickering Taehyung, BamBam, and Yugyeom.

"Dude, are you in there yet?" Yugyeom sipped his green tea, then looked back at the camera.

"My buzzer just went off. Can I at least wear a mask? Cause if this stripper is butt ugly I don't want him chasing after my cock Tae."

"Hell no, that wasn't part of the dare. Now turn your camera to the rear facing and stick it in your shirt pocket."

He sighed, walking towards the room that says 'PRIVATE REQUEST' in gold letters, then opened the door, revealing a leather chair, a pole, and a bottle of water set on a small table.

'This looks like a really bad 50 Shades of Grey set up.' BamBam said through the phone, earning another snicker from the other two boys.

"You owe me big time for this Tae." He sat down in the chair, waiting for the show, until the door finally opened and revealed the beautiful, black haired boy.

But soon, the boy's eyes widened in shock, and froze in place.

"J-Jungkook?"

"Jimin?"

Through the other side of the phone, the boys were in absolute hysterics.

"I KNEW HE WAS A FAGGOT!" Taehyung said once again, in between breaths, but the phone call soon ended when Jungkook became that embarrassed.

The two awkwardly stared at each other, until Jungkook decided to break the silence.

"Wait...so..." Jimin looked away in embarrassment, never wanting to walk out the door so quickly in his life. He knew he couldn't, but the dream of it only made the reality worse. Starting to walk over towards the muscular boy sitting in the chair, he ran a hand through his hair out of stress.

"Don't. Say. Anything. To. Anyone. About. This."

Jungkook stiffened at the sight of him, his eyes wandering to places they definitely shouldn't, but still did anyway.

'He's so tempting.'

Now being straddled, his hips started doing its magic, but two, slightly large hands held them in place.

"You don't have to do this you know-"

"Just let me do my job. Why are you here anyway?"

He then explained, sending a wave of irritation down Jimin's spine and was now evident on his face. Jungkook was checking him out more than he should have, and snapped back to his senses.

Or were his thoughts really just blocking them?

He was straight, straighter than the straightest ruler you could possibly find. He was known for having a girl every week, but was he really happy with them? As the thoughts ran through his head, he never felt that satisfied after having sex with any girl he's been with, even if they've done it more than once. He was far from a virgin, but he wanted a new experience.

'What the fuck is going on with me?'

Jimin threw his arms around his neck, attempting to throw a sensual look as if he was enjoying it, but Jungkook saw right through him. He knew he hated it, he saw him as just one of them one of the jocks and nothing else.

"You have me for a whole hour, so you might as well do something. But keep this between you and me, please, I can't go through any more torment."

Jimin was on the verge of tears, then one slipped, but quickly wiped it away. Jungkook, now in an even more awkward situation, gently rubbed his back, but felt those same arms now around his waist, as droplets fell onto his shoulder. He still continued to rub the sobbing strippers back, hearing the sniffles and whimpers coming from his mouth he attempted to hold back.

"I-I'm sorry..."

"It's okay. You probably held it in for a long time."

He continued to cry on his shoulder, while Jungkook mentally sighed at the situation that was happening. He looked at his back, where faint red and purple marks littered his body, but was poorly covered up by concealer.

'What the fuck?'

Finally lifting his head up, Jimin's tear stained face looked down at the muscular boy again, but instead of a blank look, he flashed a bright smile at him. Jimin moved back slightly, wiping the remaining dry tears staining his cheeks, then attempted to finish his show. Feeling a pair of hands on his waist once again, holding him back, he looked back up at the smiling boy, now slightly flustered.

"D-Don't you want-"

"Don't worry about it."

"But you paid a lot of money for-"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

The black-haired boy looked down, unintentionally staring at Jungkook's thighs which sent a red tint flying across his face. His stare started to wander, much higher than needed, but was stopped when an 'ahem' came from above.

"Are you looking for something?"

"N-No I'm sorry I just..."

Smiling, Jungkook's hand went under the smaller boy's chin and lifted it to meet his gaze.

"I'm not mad. But I do want something out of you."

Jimin noticed his tongue graze over his lips, then wondered how it would feel if he were to run right against his- No, this isn't right. He knew in his head, it would only end in extreme humiliation and days full of emptiness, with no future in sight.

"What do you want?"

Keeping his hands on his waist, he lifted him off his lap, standing him up right in front of him. Feeling intimidated by the intensity of how he checked him out, judging every inch of his body, he naturally brought his hand and ran it through his hair.

"I'll keep your secret, but...each night, you have to come over to my house."

Jimin's heart dropped the very moment the words tumbled out of his mouth. Constantly going over to one of the same people who torments him every single day?

"What for?" Seeing his obvious smirk, he put two and two together and jumped to the absolute worst of conclusions.

"You give me private shows. Taehyung lives in the dorm too, but he doesn't come back until the peak of dawn, so the apartment is mine for the night."

Taehyung.

If the background music wasn't playing in the background, the silence would be deadly to the two boys in the room. The multiple forms of tension was over-powering, but was soon broken by a burst of stubborn confidence that sparked inside of Jimin. He wasn't going to let him walk over him like everyone else did.

"I don't trust you. Why do you even want this anyway? Don't you have enough girls to fulfill your needs?"

"Girls? They love me, but I don't. I never did."

Jimin's eyes formed a glare, making Jungkook tense up. He never felt any type of desire towards girls ever since middle school started, as he's seen through his older brother how terrible they can be. Jungkook has always been stubborn, he wanted to experience it himself thinking they would be different, but as time went on, the more heartbreak came. He eventually gave up, and joined his three best friends in their competition to see how many girls they could screw in a week.

But this, this was a whole different emotion he was feeling. It was so wrong, but he knew he didn't want it to stop.

'Fuck, he's cute.'

"So you're a fuckboy? That makes the situation a whole lot better!" Jimin's voice dripped with sarcasm, which ignited with another emotion he hasn't felt in a while. An emotion he didn't want to feel.

"Jungkook, listen, you're probably drunk as hell, just leave and don't worry about the pay." As he started to walk out the room, a scoff was heard from behind him, which regained his attention.

"So you just magically came to the conclusion I was just like them, Jimin?"

He stood up from the chair, then walked over to the stripper, slowly backing him into a corner.

"I could be anything, but one thing I know is that I'm not as cruel as Taehyung. But I can be if I don't get what I want."

Feeling his back hit the hard sheetrock, two arms trapped him between the teenager towering over him. His eyes showed a different side of him, a side that was waiting to be awakened but the right person has it. He wanted to test him to see how far he'd go.

"But how do I even know I can trust you?"

Jungkook's signature smirked returned, then tilted his head towards the side. "Good question. But let's get a few things clear."

A hand started making it's way up Jimin's inner thigh, making him freeze, afraid he just make one hell of a mistake.

"First off, those girls? I only use them as a cover up so the team would stop assuming shit." He started to lean closer towards his ear.

"Second off, if you agree, just know, you're saving yourself a lot of humiliation and torment. It's your choice."

Jimin blanked out, what the hell did he do to deserve any of this? Although he was doing this out of blackmail purposes, it could be a good way out of what he has to deal with at home. It's not like it's any better there anyway.

"Fine. I'll do it."

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Life Tip: Don't type fan fiction in school. You'll get questioned to death by people you don't even know. Trust me, I learned that 15 minutes ago and it was the most awkward moment you'll experience.

Anyway, since I now have extra time, I'll try and update more often guys. Love you ♡

~🌸Ally🌸~