#reckless update

You were standing at the bar watching one of the red heads work her stage. She used her fingers on herself, or rather in herself, to attract attention. Apparently her lack of clothing was doing nothing for her. You scoffed and turned away, thinking how some girls went above and beyond to attract attention.

“Can I have that dance now?” You turned and found the young man from earlier, Jungkook, looking at you with his lips between his teeth and dark hair falling over his eyes, a far cry from his cocky attitude earlier. He looked you up and down, your mirrored his action.

“Okay” you said as you turned to lead him to a private room.

“Wait… what?!” He exclaimed, he wasn’t expecting you to give in so easily.

“Do you not want it?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest, cocking an eyebrow.

“I do, you just refused earlier, then I called you a whore. So I figured it wasn’t going to happen.” He said looking at you with a smirk on his face, cocky attitude resumed. You contemplated slapping it off him, but the money he was going to pay was so tempting.

“You offered two thousand right?” You asked tilting your head to the side and licking your lips. All Jungkook did was nod his head.

“Would you say no to two thousand dollars for 5 minutes of effort?” You quizzed him.

“Well, when you put it that way” He said advancing towards you as you turned around, “Lead the way, Y/N” he whispered in your ear from behind you. You controlled yourself from stiffening up. You never used your real name in the club. You didn’t want people knowing you.

“Kyron.” You responded, without looking at him.

“Pardon?” he asked.

“ My name is Kyron” You walked towards to private room and opened the door for him.

“What ever you say….. Kyron” He said entering the room with a smirk on his face. You debated changing your mind, forgetting this dance, but Jisoo said you could take all the profit instead of just the cut. That was what made you walk into the room and shut the door.

The dance went by quickly, Jungkook seemed to enjoy it, but he also seemed to be analyzing your every move. There was more to this dance you noted. Jisoo was probably right. Agust D had put him up to it and was probably trying to get you. At the end of the dance, you thanked the man in front of you and waited for him to leave. He took his sweet as time getting up as you fixed yourself.

“I’ll be in touch” He said finally rising up, not even bothering to hid his semi hard on in his pants, heading towards to door.

“Don’t bother. I won’t dance for you again. And tell your boss to look for another girl” You said as you wiped down the chair, annoyed he was still there. Jungkook grabbed you and shoved you against the wall suddenly, trapping you between his arms. His annoyance showing.

“You don’t get a choice, beautiful. You’re nothing.” Jungkook growled out, he also noticed that you didn’t flinch, you didn’t coward away from him.

“You heard me. Now let me go before I drive my heels into your semi hardened cock” You said with feigned innocence. He couldn’t help but chuckle. You were looking at him sweetly, but the threat and the words you used were so filthy. He leaned in closely, making sure to not break eye contact. You wouldn’t admit it, but he was intimidating.

“I’ll see you around…Y/N” He kissed your cheek and was out of the room before you could slap him.

“Prick” You said as you gathered yourself and left the room. You were done for the night. You went to find Jisoo, just to let him know you were leaving and he could pay you.

“That prick kissed my cheek and I didn’t even get to slap him!” Yelling as you burst into Jisoo’s office. “Oh, hi Youngjae! I swear if they ever try to get a dance again you say no!” Jisoo looked up from his paper work on his desk and Youngjae swung around in his chair with arms wide open. You crawled onto his lap while he wrapped his arms around you.

“Who kissed you sweetheart, who should I beat up” Youngjae asked innocently.

“Jungkook, Agust D’s right hand.” Jisoo said with a laugh as he watched Youngjae become a little pale.

“Sweetheart, just forget about it. I am not going up against BangTan. I love you, but I also love my life.” Youngjae said, rubbing your head as you pouted.

“Why is everyone so eager to just let them do whatever” You asked. Youngjae stilled underneath you.

“Leave it alone Y/N, you know better than to question things.” Jisoo growled out at you. You knew it was time to stop when he took that tone with you. Also, if looks could kill. Jisoo kept you in line. God knows you’d be dead by now if it wasn’t for him holding you back. Your attitude alone with the men in this world was enough to get you killed. You just played with fire even more by asking questions.

“I’m going home. Pay me” You said, putting your hand out.

“You did very well tonight. Namjoon paid you 1500, after the dance he came back and said to tip you an extra 500. What did you do to him?” Jisoo asked looking up from his papers, you smirked at him. Jisoo knew you were good on stage, and even better in the private rooms. He watched your dances from time to time, just like he watched all the girls. You because he wanted to make sure you were safe, them because he was aware they tried to turn tricks under his roof. If he ever caught one of his girls doing that, they were out the door. He didn’t tolerate prostitution in his club. What they did outside he didn’t care about.

“four thousand, three hundred tonight sweetheart, you did good.” Youngjae said as he handed you the money. You were still sitting in his lap, while he was working around your body, calculating the earnings of the evening. Youngjae was safe to you. In fact, all the men at Elixr were safe to you. It was probably because they all had known you for a few years now. They put up with your attitude and kept you out of trouble. It was a messed up family situation, one you were thankful for.

“Go to bed.” Jisoo said looking back to his papers. He was still a bit annoyed at you but you didn’t care.

“Kay.” You said as you kissed Youngjae’s cheek humming in response and removing yourself from his lap. You circled around the desk and kissed Jisoo’s cheek before heading to the door.

“I’m sorry, don’t stay mad at me.” You whispered with your hand on the handle. As hard as you were, Jisoo was all you had. You didn’t want him angry with you.

“I never stay mad at you” He replied, shifting his gaze toward you. “Text me when you get home.”

You nodded and walked out the door. You quickly made it to the dressing room and changed back into your sweats and t-shirt. Removing your lipstick and throwing your hair into a bun. You slipped your sandals on, grabbed your bag and headed out the back door.

As you made your way to your car, you noticed the black car parked a little off. It wasn’t one you recognized, and you could almost put your money on it who was in there. You knew they were watching you. You threw your bag into the passenger’s seat of your car, slamming the door. You sighed inwardly, walked around the car, and instead of getting in, like a normal girl would, walked across the parking lot to the black car that sat there watching you.

Yoongi sat with his eyes closed in the drivers seat of his car. Jungkook was beside him watching the back door of the strip club they just left. After hearing all about the private dance that cost Yoongi two grand, Jungkook declared that he could have you working in their club in no time.

“There she is Hyung!” Jungkook lurched forward in his seat as he watched you exit the club. God, you were beautiful, Yoongi thought. He could make a lot of money off you. Yoongi watched as you threw your bag in your car, annoyed. Interesting, he thought, why does she seem so pissed off. He watched you round your car, expecting you to get in and drive off. What surprised him was you didn’t. Instead you were marching your way right over to his car.

“You pissed her off” Yoongi said to Jungkook, eyes never leaving you.

He rolled down his window just as you rounded his side and were about to knock on it.

“Yes, love” Yoongi drawled out. He doubted you knew who he was. So he wasn’t worried about anything.

“Listen, the answer is no. I know why you sent Jungkook in there tonight. I won’t be owned by you, Agust D. I won’t be owned by anyone, and I won’t work for you.” You said with such disdain in your voice that Jungkook actually flinched slightly. He was wearing a nice shirt and didn’t feel like cleaning up your bloody body after Yoongi finished you off.

Yoongi was surprised by your outburst, more surprised you knew who he was, and came to his car.

“Jungkook, what the fuck did you do?” He hissed at Jungkook, who remained silent in the passenger’s seat.

“That prick kissed my cheek, what do you teach your comrades? How to be assholes? Get your fucking shit together” You stated.

Yoongi sighed, he was annoyed now. No one talked to him this way. He reached for the handle of the car and got out. He wasn’t going to be looked down on, especially by your.

He got out of the car and stood in front of you. Normal girls would be scared, not you, you just continued to poke the bear for god knows what reason.

“You don’t get to talk to me that way” Yoongi hissed, his face contorted in anger.

“Fuck you.” You replied crossing your arms over your chest. He brought his hand up to his eyes and rubbed them.

“Okay, I’ll forgive you for that this time because you’re obviously new and an idiot. Anyways, I want you to dance in my club” He hissed out, looking at you with a lack of emotion on his face.

“No.” You answered.

“You’re not in a position to say no to me” He threatened, getting into your face.

“Yes I am. No.” you declared.

Yoongi lurched out and grabbed you, tossing you over the hood of the car and leaning down on your body.

“Don’t test me little girl” he growled only inches above your face. “I am a very powerful man, I don’t take to bitches trying to step on me.” he eyed you.

“Kill me then” You murmured looking away from him, causing him to pull off you a bit.

“What?” He asked as he grabbed your chin to make you look into his eyes.

“Kill me.” You repeated. You could honestly say you weren’t scared of death, and you really had nothing to lose.

“Why aren’t you scared?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he still laid on top of you. He was interested in you and your lack of fear. Anyone else would be cowering at his feet begging him to not put a bullet in their head. You on the other hand, begged him to put the bullet there.

“I’m reckless” You simply stated.

“You’ve been broken” He said, removing himself off you. You pulled yourself up to sit on the hood of his car.

“I’ve shot people for looking at my car, you know.” He stated as he pulled out a cigarette.

“Whatever” You replied but made no effort to get off. “Hey asshole, why don’t you come out too” you said as you knocked on the window. Jungkook climbed out of the car looking at you in amusement.

“You have balls” he said, looking between you then at Yoongi for any indication that he was going to explode.

“And you kissed my cheek after your dance. Who the fuck do you think you are kissing me” You hissed, glaring at him. Jungkook went to respond but Yoongi stopped him.

“Enough, I want you to be one of my girls” Yoongi said again. “I won’t ask nicely a third time”

“I won’t be owned” You stated, looking at the man in front of you.

“I can make your life hell” He threatened as he lit his cigarette.

“My life is already hell, what else you got?”

“You’re pissing me off Y/N” he hissed through his teeth

You simply shrugged and looked up at the sky.

“I’ll make you a deal” You stated.

“I don’t make deals” He said in a matter of fact tone.

“Suit yourself.” You went to jump off the car hood and walk back to your car. Yoongi grabbed your wrist and spun you around. You looked at him with a smirk on your face.

“I’m only entertaining this once, because I know you can make me a lot of money.” He said pinching the bridge of his nose. “And don’t you ever breath a word of this to anyone, I will kill you if you try to make me look soft.”

You giggled at him, which made him more pissed off, you really were putting your life at risk right now.

“I’ll dance for you Fridays and Saturdays, only 3 weeks out of the month though. I want your club ratio. I heard you pay your girls well. Forty Five percent of profits.” You stated. Jisoo tried to keep you away from this business, but you weren’t stupid. You knew where the money was. You also knew that this man came to the club you were working at because he really wanted you. You knew you could make money and he knew you could make money. He would bargain with you, or so you thought anyways.

Yoongi grabbed his gun from his back pocket and pointed it right in between your eyes.

“Hey Yoongi hyung, can I get a dance?” The other blonde hair man asked leaning up against the balcony of the lounge, looking down below at the see of men and beautiful women.

“Sure Wang, choose a girl”

“I want her” Jackson pointed to some dancer leaning against the bar. Jungkook looked at who Jackson was pointing too.

“Kyron?” Jungkook looked at Jackson with a tilt of his head.

“I don’t care what her name is, I just want her rubbing herself all over me. Show her what a man is supposed to be packing and I don’t mean a gun” Jackson said with a large grin on his face, winking and jabbing Jungkook with his elbow.

“You can’t afford her” Yoongi said leaning back in his seat. He would never let you dance for Wang, even if he offered a very large amount of money. You were to good for him, and he quite frankly, was not very kind to dancers.

“I can afford all these girls, give me her” Jackson said a bit to demanding for Yoongi’s liking. His patience was running thin and he was ready to lose his shit on Wang.

“No, Jackson” JB said from his seat in a low pitch. Yoongi and every other man in the room turned to JB. He stared intensely at Jackson, his lips drawn in a straight line. Jackson threw up his hands in defeat and dropped the subject.

“Sorry hyung”

“I need more weapons JB, I want my men armed, especially in my clubs. Hand guns, easy to conceal” Yoongi leaned forward looking at JB. He was going to up security in the clubs to make sure his girls were safe from whoever was out there.

“Name your price, I’ll see what I can do.” JB responded. “I’m planning a night at the L'Endroit. I want to hire some of your girls”

“My girls aren’t escorts. If you want that, go somewhere else.” Yoongi drawled, sipping his drink. He didn’t want his girls out at another gangs event. It was too risky, especially with everything happening right now.

“I will pay you well for them. I just want them to dance, nothing private. Strictly entertainment to distract the men as they gamble away all their money” JB stated, he wasn’t going to back down. He also had his eye on the dancer known as Kyron. He wanted her, for himself or his event, he wasn’t entirely sure. He just knew she was special from the moment he saw her when he walked in.

You were still sitting at the bar, wondering how you could sneak out of the remainder of your shift. God, you just wanted this night over. For as high class as this joint was, there was a lot of sketchy characters here tonight. You decided to go hide out in the dressing room until Yoongi got annoyed and made you dance again. Walking towards the employees only door you suddenly felt a presence behind you. Just as you were about to turn around, someone grabbed you around your waist and slammed your back into their chest.

“Hey baby, how about a dance?” A greasy voice whispered into your ear.

“No.” You replied as you tried to squirm out of the man’s grasp.

“No is not an option, baby. I want you to dance for me” He growled tightening his grip on you, spinning you around to face him. You looked around wildly for someone, anyone at this point, but the man had you in a position where no one, not even someone in the lounge could see you. Fuck, you thought.

“Get your fucking hands off of me, asshole” You said irritated, as you clawed at his hands around your waist.

“Do you know who I am, you fucking whore!? I should make you show some respect to me!!” He yelled, raising his hand to bring it back down forcefully on your cheek. You didn’t care who this man was. He had no fucking right to touch you, and to hell or high water, you would not be beat in this club.

“Don’t fucking touch me asshole” You yelled right back. At this point you knew you had two options, fight to the death with this man, who was easily twice your size, or book it up the stairs to the lounge and risk being shot by Yoongi himself. As the man advanced on you again, you kicked your foot into his dick as hard as you could, and took your chance running across the club and up those stairs to the lounge.

“You fucking slut, I am going to make you pay for that!!” You heard the man scream as you took off.

He regained his composure a lot quicker than you had hoped and was following you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck” You huffed as you climbed the stairs two at a time.

“Hyung, look” Jungkook said, noticing a commotion from the balcony. He couldn’t tell what was happening but heads were turned and a man was shouting. Yoongi stood up to see what was going on.

He saw a man heading quickly up the stairs towards the lounge.

“What the fu—” Yoongi began as the door burst open. He turned around to watch you come flying in.

You tumbled into the room and right into someones lap.

“You fucking bitch, I’m going to kill you!” The man yelled at you as he launched forward to grab you by the hair. Everything happened so quickly you didn’t have time to protect yourself.

“Get your fucking hands off my dancer, NOW!” Yoongi bellowed, approaching the man drawing his gun and cocking it, placing it against his temple. The man threw your head back so hard you thought you would fall out the chair.

“Get your fucking gun away from me. Do you know who I am, I can have you killed for looking at me” the man growled looking towards Yoongi smugly. You couldn’t help yourself, you actually snorted. Did this guy really not know who he was talking to.

Yoongi sent a quick glance towards you that was so dark, you stopped laughing right away and bowed your head.

“I am a member of G.O.T, my boss will have your head for this, you motherfucker” He yelled, trying to be intimidating. Yoongi withdrew his gun and sighed. Looking at you, then the man you currently were sitting on. You sneaked a glance up and realized you were on the lap of the man in the leather jacket. He looked very pissed off right now, and you assumed it was because you came barrelling in and toppled right onto him. He tapped your thigh twice, signalling you to get off of him. He didn’t bother looking at you as you scrambled to your feet. You stumbled to stand behind Jungkook on the other side of the room. He took a glance at you and bringing his hand to where you had been slapped.

“Did you hit her?” He glared towards the man at the other end of the room.

“The bitch needs to learn respect” Jungkook visibly tensed up and clenched his jaw, he went to advance forward but you grabbed his arm to hold him back. This was too intense for you. You really just wanted to go home. You looked around quickly and noticed Hoseok sitting with two other men, watching the scene unfold. They were actually smirking. You were screwed, you had interrupted something and one of them was gonna kill you. You hoped someone would adopt your cat.

“Kyron, did this man hit you?” Yoongi had turned towards you, asking the question. You looked at him and nodded your head slowly. He turned back to the man, brought his gun back to his temple and smirked.

“You came into my club, hurt my girl and demand she needs to learn respect. On top of that you throw it out that you’re part of G.O.T. Do you know who the fuck I am boy? I’m Agust fucking D and the only reason you’re still breathing is because you’re clearly too fucking stupid to know who your boss is. And believe me, I cannot WAIT to hear what he has to say to you.” Yoongi finished growling into the mans face, removing his gun. He turned to the dark haired man in the leather jacket.

“Have fun JB, he’s obviously yours” Yoongi said turning to sit down in the nearest vacant chair grabbing a glass off the table.

“Do you know who I am?” The man in the leather jacket asked. The man visibly gulped now, bowing his head looking at him.

“Yes sir.” he whispered, a far cry from the arrogant asshole he was two minutes ago.

“Good” He hissed, turning towards the other blonde in the room.

“Jackson, please escort our member out of the building.” The blonde man only nodded as a reply getting up and walking towards the man, pushing him out the door and forcefully down the stairs.

“Is he going to hurt him?” You asked, looking at the man now identified as JB.

Your performance song came on and all eyes turned to you, it was eerie how you could make every man in the room stop and stare, almost like you possessed them. You walked onto that stage like it was made specifically for you. At first you swayed to the slow beat, circling your hips and touching your neck in a seductive manner, the beat picked up and you jumped onto the pole spinning yourself upside down with your legs spread in a straddle. In that moment, you owned the floor. All the men had their eyes on you. While you captivated the men, the other dancers glared, jealousy evident on their faces. You didn’t care, you were free and in your element. You were too busy enjoying your dancing to notice the man with the blonde hair sitting in the back of the club looking at you, with fire in his eyes. He knew your name and he wanted you. He knew you were a money maker. The song continued, your movements matching the beats. You looked men in the eyes, licked your lips and touched your breasts. You made men fall in love with your body as you moved seductively between the pole and the floor. Your song ended and you slipped down the pole and ended in the splits, men loved flexibility after all. As you walked off the stage and made your way to Jisoo, a man grabbed your wrist and spun you around.

“Can I have a dance?” he asked, still holding you. You looked up to his face, he was handsome, but looks didn’t mean anything to you.

“No.” You turned to walk away but he held tighter, jerking you back.

“Why not?” He asked. You turned to look at him again fully taking him in. He was young, you noticed, older than you but still young. He was dressed nicely, with dress pants and a white dress shirt. He looked clean, but not rich. He was probably some low level member of a gang, new to how you worked, thinking he could throw money at you and get a decent dance. He was wrong. He was not worth your time.

“No.” you repeated and ripped your wrist from his grip. A look of annoyance crossing your face, you didn’t want to put up with this shit so early in the night.

“What the fuck. You’re just a dancer, why are you saying no. Don’t you know how this works, all you want is money from men while parading around naked like a common whore, right?” He hissed out, anger etched on his face. Perfect, you thought, an asshole who thinks he can own you. Apparently he thought his words would hurt you, force you into submission and bring him to a back room.

You laughed, which seemed to irritate him more, as his jaw tensed. You looked him up and down dramatically.

“Why do you want a dance?” You asked with a slight pull of your lips, surprising him. He wasn’t expecting that.

“I…uh…what?” He stumbled, looking confused.

“I asked why you wanted a dance? There’s plenty of girls here. Why me? What makes you think I am special? After all, I’m nothing but a common whore.” you quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know.. there’s something about you. You’re alluring” He said while looking right into your eyes. “I want you”

“Stick around till midnight, then if you’re serious about a dance, I’ll think about it. ” You said while turning and walking away. You felt his eyes follow you. If he was around at midnight, you’d give him his damn dance, then get rid of him.

The man with the blonde hair smiled as he watched the whole interaction. He liked how you worked, you hustled men for more money. You also only gave out limited dances which meant men who wanted you would pay more. You would make a beautiful asset to him, not to mention line his wallet well. He watched as his younger friend retreated back towards him with a grimace on his face. Occasionally stopped by another dancer who tried to seduce him into coming to the VIP.

“What did she say?” The blonde man asked, sipping his whiskey.

“She told me to wait until midnight if I really wanted a dance.” The younger boy replied with a groan as he sat down, sinking into the leather seat.

“Hmmmmmm” responded the older man. “Well, I guess we’re going to be here for a while than”

“Why.. is she really worth it?” He asked picking up his own glass.

“Maybe..”The blonde replied before turning back to the stage.

As the night went on, drinks were poured. As drinks were poured, dancers danced. As dancers danced, money was made. You had 4 more songs on the stage, each a little more sexy, a little more tempting, a little more closer to you actually taking men into the back room. There was a few of the regular men who asked for a dance, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the young man from earlier. You’d never seen him before and he demanded a dance like you were some regular whore. Who did he think he was, you scoffed to yourself as you leaned against the bar, drinking your water. You didn’t indulge in the alcohol the men tried to buy you, and you stayed far away from the lines in the back room. You didn’t need to numb the pain that came with selling your body. You accepted your fate when you stepped on stage for the first time. Instead of being miserable, you used your body for power, power over the men who threw money on a woman’s body that they didn’t care about. You used your body to your advantage and to hell if you were going to be sad about it. You hardened yourself and used the men right back.

“I can read the emotions on your face, control yourself” You turned around to see Jisoo with his arms folded over his chest, you chuckled to yourself. He looked like a mother scolding her children for being naughty.

“I don’t need to listen to you” You dismissed, looking him in the eye and bringing your water to your lips, as he sat down beside you at the bar.

“It’s almost midnight, I’ve already had twenty men ask for you. Impressive numbers tonight. One man offered two thousand for a dance. Do you want to take it?” He said with a smile on his lips.

“Eh? Are you sure, I’ve never been offered that much” surprise evident in your voice, as your eyes widened. “Who was it?” You followed his eye line as Jisoo looked to the other end of the room, right at that young man from earlier. Of course, you thought.

“He grabbed me earlier, demanding a dance. Ha, now hes offering a lot of money for me? Why?” You asked more to yourself than Jisoo.

“Do you see the man beside him, the blonde? Do you know who that is?” Jisoo asked looking over at you.

“Should I?” You responded, you looked at who Jisoo had mentioned, catching the eyes of man. He lifted his glass slightly and smirked in your direction. You turned away and looked at Jisoo for an answer.

“Agust D” He deadpanned.

“Ahhhhhhh… so the young man beside him belongs with him. No wonder he offered so much for a dance. I pegged the young guy as low level. I was wrong for once.” You giggled, as you turned towards the bar. “Hey, Taehyung! Can you give me another water?” The bar tender looked up at you with an adoring smile and winked before he went to grab you a refill. He was a good guy. One of the only other men you were friends with in this city.

“So why is Mr. Agust D in your club. Doesn’t he own his own the east side?” You looked to Jisoo. He looked at you after thinking for a moment.

“He owns several, but he probably wants you for his high end one.” He sighed, looking towards the stage as another one of his girls began dancing. She was good, but she wasn’t you. She didn’t captivate the whole club the way you do.

“You know, if I ever wanted to be owned, it would be by you.” You said grabbing Jisoo’s hand lightly. You knew how much he worried over you, every time you went to another club and danced on another stage. He was a mess on the inside, not that you would ever be able to tell. Jisoo had your back. He took over the void your older brother left and he was protective of you. He wanted you to belong to him, not because of lust or money, but because he actually cared about you. He met you at your worst, and he still wanted to protect the fragile little 16 year old that came bursting into his life.

“I know.” He responded, bringing your hand to his lips and giving you a quick kiss with a smile on his face. “Be careful. You’re well known and leaders are taking interest. There’s a shift happening right now. Girls have been poached from clubs, but they aren’t dancing anywhere else. I’m assuming someone is dealing in trafficking. I worry about you when you venture out. I can’t protect you when you’re not here. So promise me, be careful. Don’t be reckless.” He whispered letting go of your hand. He was right, as much as you ignored the whispers about you, you still listened to the whispers about the business. This City had many secrets behind the hustle and bustle of the day. You knew enough, without letting anyone know that you knew. That’s how you survived.

“Give the kid his dance, I’ll let you keep the whole amount. Just don’t be reckless with Agust D around” Jisoo turned to walk away after he saw you nod slightly to him.

“His name is Jungkook” You whipped your head towards to bar seeing Taehyung leaning behind you. For everything Taehyung was, he never ceased to amaze you at his stealthiness and ability to eaves drop from the other side of the room, while music was blaring.

“Okay, I don’t care” You asked as Taehyung smiled at you.

“Doll, he’s the right hand man. You should care.” Taehyung got up with another wink and went to serve a very drunk customer with a girl attached to his hip.

“You’ve really fucking pissed me off now” he had growled, drawing his gun between your eyes. You held eye contact with him and didn’t say anything.

“I will pay you forty percent, you will work from nine till two am. With a minimum of fifteen private dances. I will not pay you more, you don’t even deserve that much, you’re not mine to take care of. I will give you your forth weekend off but you will not be working anywhere else on those weekends, during the week I don’t give a fuck what you do. Unless you start pimping yourself out, I don’t want a fucking whore in my club. My members deserve the best, and I only provide the best. Your sole purpose is to make me money. Do you fucking understand?!” You gave a quick nod at his question. He lowered his gun and grabbed your chin roughly with his free hand. 

“Show up tomorrow at my club. If you don’t, one of my men will come and get you, and I will not be lenient. I’ve put bullets in people for much less.” He hissed inches from your face before shoving you lightly towards your car.

 You turned to walk away, but not before sticking your tongue out and giving him the finger. Fuck Mr Agust D and his stupid hench man beside him.

You sighed again as your cat jumped up and curled into a ball beside you. You looked towards your nightstand, at the picture of you and your brother. He had you on his back looking up at your smiling face as you giggled at something. You had been around six at the time, six years younger than him. He loved giving you piggy back rides. You smiled before turning back to your cat, sighing again. Returning your thoughts to Mr. Agust D, you grumbled. You were so done with this arrangement and it hadn’t even started already. You fell asleep quickly after that.

It had been six weeks since your first conversation with Yoongi. You had learned early on that it annoyed him every time you called him his name instead of Agust D. So, true to your nature, you tested boundaries with him. Jisoo was livid when he found out you were dancing on the weekends at Persuasian. He hadn’t talked to you for a solid week and then when he did, he lectured you on the amount of danger you had put yourself in. He even made a phone call to Agust D, which left you curious because as far as you knew, Yoongi was one of the 3 most deadly gang leaders in the City and no one dared to speak to him directly.

It was Saturday, and Yoongi had told all of the girls that very powerful men would be in the club. To act pretty and make money, but don’t ask any questions. You weren’t sure why, but he had looked you dead in the eye when he said that. He was working you hard. True to his word he paid you forty percent of the profits of your dances. It was physically exhausting to the point that you hardly danced anywhere else now, but he made sure you were making good money. At his club men bid large sums of money for you. It wasn’t uncommon for you to bring home twelve thousand dollars a night at this point.

Tonight was no different. You had already been on stage 5 times, captivating everyone in the audience. You had already done ten private dances and you honestly didn’t know if you could do more. You were leaning up against the bar taking in your surroundings. Tonight there were more men then usual, all sharply dressed, their guns barely hidden under their clothes. Most of the girls had whispered in the dressing room that two of the biggest gangs were collaborating together because of a rival trying to take over their territory. You didn’t care, you just wanted to make your money and go home tonight. You had next weekend off and you wanted to just go to Elixr to dance for some regulars who you hadn’t seen in a while. You missed Namjoon.

“Hey, what are you thinking about” You looked up to see BamBam, the main bartender at Persuasian looking at you.

“I’m tired.” You stated returning your gaze to your surroundings. You had danced here enough to recognize regulars, but tonight there was so many new faces that you felt a bit apprehensive. The air in the club felt thick of tension. You just wanted to go home.

“Kyron… here, have some water” Bambam said pushing a glass towards you. You took it and gulped it down. Bambam was the only one relatively nice to you in this god forsaken place. Yoongi and you stayed far away from each other, other than at the end of the night when he paid you, or when he needed to make an announcement pre shift. Jungkook would irritate the hell out of you, then disappear to do god knows what. He made it his mission to piss you off. This place, surrounded by loud music, multiple bodies and money, was annoying.

You caught a glimpse of Hoseok walking across the floor and heading up the stairs to the lounge. The lounge, you learned, was where the most powerful gang members sat. Girls were not supposed to go up there unless they were invited. You had never been invited up there, not that you cared, but oh to be a fly on the wall on those conversations. Shortly after you watched Hoseok go up stairs you saw Jungkook walking with two other men up there, one had blonde hair like Yoongi, wearing a leather jacket, the other dressed all in black with dark hair. They were speaking in intense whispers, well you assumed whispers, the music was pretty loud.

“Hey Bambam, is there a meeting tonight?” You asked still watching the lounge.

“Don’t ask questions.” His tone turned from pleasant to warning, as he walked to the other end of the bar to serve some customers.

You pulled up to the club just after nine, with half an hour to spare, which was more than enough time to get put together for your shift. Experience had taught you how to perfect your appearance like an expert.  Depending on what club you chose to dance at often determined how you chose to dress. Higher end clubs found you in more exotic outfits, ones that bordered on fantasies, lower end clubs allowed you to relax on the effort and wear something sexy but simple. Having chose to dance at a handful of clubs gave you more of an advantage at having different clientele, which allowed for more money to flow into your pockets.

Most clubs employed, or owned, girls that were exclusive to the club. These girls brought in regular clientele and had a cut of forty percent of profits while the club claimed sixty. Being a traveller, someone who went to multiple clubs, meant you typically only received thirty percent, while the club claimed seventy percent of the earnings. That’s how clubs attracted girls to stay and dance regularly for them. Most girls chose to be owned by a club, because they figured the bigger cut was better, and they had protection. Being owned meant not only did you receive a higher cut of the earnings, but no one could touch you. They said dancers were safe from being snatched by the wrong people and forced into the even darker part of the underworld. Not you though; you didn’t want to be owned. You flat out refused to be owned. Being incredibly talented worked in your favour. When clients found out you were dancing at a certain club, they came for you. Powerful men bid against each other for your time in a private room. You had your own way of working the club. Choosing to preform on stage way more than the other girls. Showing that you were worth every penny a man could spend on a dancer was how you captivated the men around you. You chose to opt out of private dances until the price was right. Usually a private dance would range between twenty to fifty dollars, depending on the talent of the girl, that is why they did so many private dances. Not you thought, depending on a song, you could receive up to a thousand for five minutes of your time. It was all part of a delicately crafted plan. Preform the highest quality stages, showing just enough to leave the men wanting it so bad, that clients would bid against each other for one of your precious private dances. Giving out private dances in such low quantities meant that men would pay way more for a few minutes of your time. That is how you worked the club in your favour. The other girls hated you, they only returned your greetings with sneers and whispers. They were consumed by jealously that they didn’t have men bidding for their bodies. Not that you cared, you did what you needed to do. You survived.

“Cutting it close Y/N” turning your head as you heard someone say as you walked through the back door. The music was muted in this area of the club, so his voice rang loudly.

“Jisoo, you know me better than this. You know what I am capable of” You smirked at him, as he cocked an eyebrow with his arms crossed over his chest. Jisoo was your closest friend. You had met him three years ago, when you had been lost, hungry and couldn’t get yourself put together. He found you and offered you a stage slot at his club Elixr, despite you being underage. It wasn’t uncommon in this life for girls to dance young, often lying about their birthdays to get a quick buck. He helped you learn the ways of the underworld and gave you a place to stay, dancing so that you didn’t fall victim to the streets that consumed the souls of those who walked them. He also paid you the same as his girls, even though you declined his offer to be a permanent in his club. You wanted to have a range in clients and while Elixr did well, it wasn’t an exclusive club. Exclusive clubs made more money.

“15 minutes until you’re on. Make me good money tonight” He said smirking, uncrossing his arms as he walked towards the door leading into the club.

“When do I not?” You smirked, turning away and heading into the dressing room. It was a Thursday, not a very busy night, but definitely not slow. You figured there would be a few girls working, which was fine. They could hustle the floor, sucking up to men who had the thickest wallets all they wanted, because at the end of the night, they would be begging for you. You paid no attention to the girls in the dressing room as you got ready. You couldn’t be bothered with their whispers and coked out attitude as they stared you down with looks of disgust written on their faces. You were better and you knew it. You stripped off your sweatpants and t-shirt, changed from booty shorts to a black g-string with gems on the front, and a matching black bra that pushed your breasts up to just the right height. You slipped on your mesh cover and let your hair down. This was one of your favourite outfits. Although the mesh was see-through, it still covered you enough to make men want to strip you down. Something you only did in the confines of the VIP. That was part of your allure, show them enough, but leave them wanting more. And men always wanted more. You pulled your red lipstick out and lined your lips.