The silky maroon robe slided off his shoulders,  showing the baby smooth skin of his arms that glistened under the dim lights of the nightclub as he moved gracefully inside the glass,  around the pole, earning gasps and loud wolfish whistle from the people.

Fresh like a white rose. That's how he was described. The young dancer had soft hazelnut hair, milky skin, soft yet alluring doe eyes to finish the look with a pair of sinful plump lips that inspired the most unholy thoughts in his admirers fantasies.

The perfect body moved with the music that was playing.  Spinning on the pole, slow hips roll..  It was tiring to keep up but he couldn't complain,  he needed this and the salary he gets.

For the first time, since his started working,  Seokjin's eyes caught a special stranger watching him. The man had red hair,  wore a black suit,  had a bulky body with sharp jawline that was enough to make a cut on his hand if he touched it,  his eyes were black and dangerous which sent a shiver down his soul . The man smirked and sent him a flying kiss making his heart ridiculously flutter as he continued dancing.

Jin wasn't dancing to please the crowd anymore, didn't about the  money and dollar bills that were thrown around him,  he was particularly seeking that stranger's attention, for some reason he wanted to show how pretty he was to him.

After he was done and it was time for his break.  He didn't leave without sparing the man one last glance to find that he was already engaged in a conversation with his companion while drinking wine.

"You were breathtaking." the makeup artist told him while reapplying some light brown eyeshadow,  Seokjin smiled sincerely at her compliment.
"Thank you."
"Do you want to change that outfit?"
She pointed at his red silky shorts and slightly crop top he wore already holding another pink outfit for him.
"You're spoiling me."
"Anything for my Pink prince."

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."
"Jin, Boss want to talk to you."
"I'll see him once I am done."
"Okay,  don't be late."

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"You wanted to see me sir?"
He hummed in response before placing one of his expensive cigar between his lips amd lighting it up.
"Someone requested a private show and he's willing to pay a very high price."

A private show a.k.a a lap dance and a small show on a pole in one of the private room in the club.

"Sir,  you know I only dance inside the glass and the pole. I never did that before and won't. Why not Chimchim instead of me? He's more experienced."
"But he insisted on you Seokjin. Trust me it's a good offer."
Jin looked around. He really didn't want to especially if that man was an old rich pedo who'll try to molest him or touch him.
Seokjin have a rule in his work.
Watch but never touch.
He stuck to this rule.
"Who is he anyway?" Seokjin asked shallowly so he could find a good reason to refuse.
"See this guy over there? It's him."
Jin looked at the guy his boss pointed at immediately got nervous.
It was him. The red haired man.
Suddenly he was tempted to accept the offer,  cause after all he did feel like he was only dancing for him earlier.
"So what do you say Jin? And I promise it'll be the last time."
"Which room?"
The boss handed him a key with "E33" written on it.
"If anything happened you can always call the bodyguard okay? So relax."
"Okay boss."

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The room had dim pink lightning,  roses petals were dispersed all over the floor with a musky scent filling the room.

It just had a big red leather couch which was facing a golden pole in the middle of the room plus a big audio system. While Jin was checking the songs and which one he will choose till he heard the door click closed. 

"You even look prettier in this color."
The man commented while sitting down on the couch. His voice better than what Jin imagined. 
"I didn't gain the name Pink prince for nothing."  Jin replied while walking toward the red haired man. He stood next to him,  his milky thighs dangerously flashing as if they were demanding to be touched, who was he to say no? The male ran one finger slowly up Jin's tigh.
"Your name?"
"Kim Seokjin."
"I am Jeon Jungkook. And you're free to choose the song you want."

Jin nodded before turning the song "Wrong" on (p.s: play audio in the media) and slipped on the man's lap,  his hands first resting on the hard shoulders while never breaking the eye contact.

He was beyond nervous but he wasn't going to let this affect his performance as he made sure to deliver the best dance in front Jungkook. He was pleased by the reactions and praises he kept having from the older looking man.

After one hour, the show was done.
Jin breathed deeply.  He made it. He didn't embarrass himself and had the attention he craved.

"That's the first time for me." Seokjin confessed before slipping off Jungkook's lap. A faint blush was visible on the apple of his cheeks while a few hair strands stuck to his forehead because of the sweat. 

Before he could register it,  Jk wrapped his arm from behind around his tiny waist,  their bodies were flush against each other while he spoke in his ears.

"Well, i don't want this to be the last private show you give me okay beautiful?"
Then he pressed his lips against Jin's neck before leaving.

Without noticing,  Jungkook actually left Jin an extra amount of money other than the one he paid for the boss.

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At the University,  Seokjin looked nothing like his "Work" self. He wore baggy clothes,  always combed his hair down and wore big round glasses. The only makeup he'd use is the dark cherry lip balm because he simply love it smells. 

The thing with working in the nightclub started when he wanted to get into the University but had absolutely no money to even eat or pay the rent of the apartment he lives in.
Jin had only a mother and she worked really hard to maintain their lives but in the end couldn't afford to let Jin get into the uni he wanted so he decided to find a job on his own and help her.

So his friend,  Park Jimin,  suggested for Jin to work as a dancer only in the club he works in since they pay enough and Jin is already flexible af,  so Jimin teached him a few tricks only and everything was good.

Now he sends money every week to his mother and pay for his Uni,  books amd food plus the apartment,  not to forget clothes he gets. But he kept the other job a secret until he no longer needs to be a dancer.

"Hey nerd watch where you going."
Chul-Mo said as he pushed him aside and sat in his place. Jin sighed and went to the back not wanting to get in trouble with Chul and his gang.

"Alright class,  for our Economy management session we decided to welcome one of the most successful young ceo in Korea so he'd tell us more about economy and business field...Mr.Jeon please come in."

"It's him!" Jin internally panicked once he saw the red haired man,  making his way in front of the students earnings all kind of looks and admiration while Jin wished to own an disappearing cap.  He just hoped Jk won't recognize him with his nerdy look.

But didn't he just winked at him?

Oh lord.

The end :3