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he never prided himself over his looks, but if this is why the people came here, then so be it.
he never considered himself "pretty" enough for the job, not barbie-perfect with the attractive build or the captivating grace. he was just a normal, lanky guy, who happened to attract a lot of people with his worthless (it's what he thought) looks.
"okay, everyone set up, i need you all to be ready for the show in five!" a voice said over the speakers, as several workers adjusted the poles around the small stage. the room was barely bigger than one in a café, hidden behind some kind of hardware store in one of the tight alleys of the city. not a lot of people went there, but it was popular enough to have at least seven customers everyday.
"and kim, it's your solo time, today. front and centre."
bracing himself between the poles, behind the curtains, he silently replayed his messy (yet extremely seductive) routine in his head. he always improvised when it was his turn, which ended up bringing this place (and him) a ton of money. he didn't want to take credit for the popularity of the club, but he would say he would take quarter the credit. he was a really humble dude.
engrossed in his thoughts, he realized how quickly the time passed, and how loud the voices grew from the other side of the curtain.
he wonders how people see him graceful because he sure wasn't. just because he could attach himself to the pole like a monkey, didn't necessarily mean that he was one of the most professional pole dancers in the universe of pole dancers. he took a deep breath as the curtains opened, and the music starts.
he wouldn't consider this song sexual, but it emitted the vibe. he tried to stay in character as much as he could, and he could faintly hear the cheers over the music and he dances. he unleashes his messy choreography. he briefly remembered what he wore... short shorts and a tight translucent shirt, that showed the curve of his waist.
baby, you know i miss your body, so i won't kiss nobody, until you come back home.. speaking of home, he knew he had to go there soon, but as the money rolls on the foot of the stage, he forgets all about the troubles at home for (not just) once, and continues to loop himself around the pole at least three times before grinding back against it, hips rolling back.
the crowds cheer louder, and he could almost hear them over the music. he didn't really care when he knew that they were staring at his ass and thighs—probably the only thing they wanna stare at—and that it would bring him money. he wouldn't say he was materialistic, he needed the money, so bad.
so this was one of the nights where he gave it his all, giving them a satisfied dimpled smile as more pads of wons landed on the stage. he gave them a small bonus of an extra thrust to the pole, with one leg hooked around it, just as the song ended.
before the crowds went crazy (literally) on trying to have him for themselves and attacking the stage, the curtains closed, indicating that his solo was over. now, it was time for more dancers (which he admitted were way more talented than he is, but everyone plain out refused) to come out and perform their bits.
he kind of understood why the crowd went nuts for him at the end, once he checked himself out in the mirror with a pant. he was sweaty—and he looked so fucking shiny he could replace a lighthouse, definitely attracting others' attention. his shirt clung on to his chest—which people usually went crazy for, so that was nothing new. however, his shorts rode up his thighs and almost revealed his butt, so that it seemed like (kind of) a strip tease. whatever, he could deal with that.
a pat on his shoulder told him to turn around, and he did once he pushed back his sweaty hair back on his head. a loud exhale caused the mirror to go foggy. (and even if he didn't care for his reflection) he wiped out the fog, looking at himself once more before turning to the owner of the action that drew his attention.
"you shone today, namjoon," the man said, smiling at him. his eyes crinkled at the sides, and a small, gummy smile was evident. "even if for three minutes." namjoon nodded, exhaling once more heavily, before standing up straight.
"don't say that... other dancers are way better than me..." he mumbled, looking at the slightly shorter man with a pleading look—to tell him to just fucking stop praising him. this wasn't a job worth being complimented for, especially when it's kind of illegal. the man shook his head.
"you're way too humble," the man replied in response, before delivering a final pat to namjoon's shoulder. the latter just nodded in defeat, accepting it like he always does. he really wished he wasn't praised for this. "anyway, you've got a line waiting for you already, until 4 am. you want this or...?"
of course consent to do that job is important too. not only was namjoon popular amongst the customers of the club on stage, he was also popular in bed, for any gender. to say that he was annoyed was an understatement, he intended to go home early today.. he only took a second's thought, remembering the money, before he nodded.
"sure, taehyung knows how to tuck himself in." he replied, making his way backstage to a hallway that had several rooms on either side of it, stopping when he arrived at room 10. the man followed closely behind, shaking his head.
"i meant you, not him." he replied, placing a heavy hand on namjoon's shoulder, and giving him a look of what namjoon assumed was pity. he didn't like feeling pathetic under anyone, and especially this guy, because he had to prove how tough he is to him. "those guys last night—"
"i'm fine, yoongi." namjoon said, pushing the older's hand away, and then went inside the room, pausing to turn around and face him again. (not knowing whether he was reassuring yoongi or himself) namjoon smiled, giving him a small wink before he closed the door.
well, here goes nothing.
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