(Jungkook's POV)

"Why did you become a stripper?" I asked suddenly as Taehyung glanced at me before looking back at the road.

"Do you remember the other stripper with pink hair?" Taehyung replied, pushing his glasses that he wore occasionally up on his face, before landing back on the wheel. I thought back for a moment eventually remembering who he was talking about.

"Yeah...Jimin right?"

"Mhm." Taehyung took a turn. "We were 18, not exactly smart enough for high paying scholarships, and we didn't have money for college. Jimin wanted to be a dancer and I...wanted to be a performer, I wasn't sure what kind but I knew I wanted to be up on a stage."

"So you went to a strip club?"

"Not exactly."

I waited for him to go on, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"Well Jimin has this friend, JB-"

"Jaebum?" I remember the older guy, he was nice and helped me meet with Taehyung. Taehyung nodded.

"He works at the club, as you know. He got us in, I personally only went to rebel against my dad. He's kind of a prick if you've noticed."

"Super controlling." I agreed making Taehyung smile.

"Exactly. My only goal was to come home really late, but when we got there. Jimin and I saw a performance, it was really captivating. Everyone there was so nice, like a family. JB introduced us to the boss...Yoongi. And when he told us the potential paycheck we could earn...two broke 18 year olds who were trying to rebel against their parents, and that also wanted to be performers?"

"It was perfect." I spoke and Taehyung nodded again

"My dad kicked me out the same night." His demeanor became a more solemn one.

"I'm sorry."

"It was for the best, two people with opposite opinions on life that are both stubborn probably shouldn't live together. And even though it was hard the first couple months, it was the first time I felt free." Taehyung explained, stopping at a red light. He turned to me, a small smile on his lips.

"My childhood up to that point was pretty average. How you would expect a control freak to treat his son. Tell me about your childhood."

***

Taehyung drove past the stripclub making me look at him in shock.

"Calm down." He chuckled. "Back entrance for employees." I nodded slowly as he pulled into a parking lot behind the big building. Taehyung got out of the car, running around to open my door.

"What a gentleman." I giggled as he smiled, closing the door behind me.

"You can watch my performances or stay in my dressing room." Taehyung handed me a little black key on a lanyard which I put in my pocket. "If you want to roam around please ask JB to stay with you, it's a club remember? Lots of drunk people and predators."

"I'll be fine Taehyung." I smiled as he ran his hands through his hair. His overprotective side was cute.

"Promise me you won't roam around alone?" I sighed as Taehyung just looked at me, completely serious.

"I promise, now can we go in? It's cold out here." I laughed as he nodded, biting his lip. He took my hand, leading me to the back door where a guard stood. Seeing Taehyung he immediately opened the door, glancing at me.

"His names Jungkook, let him in when he comes." Taehyung spoke to the guard who nodded in response, his eyes trained on me. Taehyung led us into the back, that familiar sent and scenery coming into focus. We walked over to the desk down the hallway, Jaebum sitting back in his chair.

"Hey JB." Taehyung greeted as the older male sat up, a smile coming onto his face.

"Hey, you're here early." He commented before he noticed me. "Hey, Jungkook right? Long time no see."

"Yeah." I smiled back.

"He's staying here for my shift, can you keep an eye on him when he's not in my room?" Taehyung asked? Looking at the other male.

"I don't need a babysitter." I whined, crossing my arms over my chest. Taehyung didn't even look at me as Jaebum laughed.

"Sure, no problem." Jaebum replied.

"Thanks." Taehyung turned to me. "C'mon we have 10 minuets." He said before walking past me towards his room.

"I'm not a baby." I whispered to Jaebum who had an amused expression on his features. "He's overprotective."

"True, but he's just looking out for you. Even though we try, this place isn't 100% safe. Especially for 17 year old pretty boys." He explained as I glared at him. I was with him until the 'pretty boy' part.

"I'm not a-" I felt a tug on the hood of my jacket and before I knew it I was being dragged away from a laughing Jaebum by an overprotective Taehyung.

I let myself be dragged into Taehyung's room, small protests leaving my lips. He opened the door with his key, locking it behind him.

"You didn't have to drag me." I mumbled before looking around the familiar room.

"You should've followed when I told you to." He replied in a teasing tone. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"Why did you want to come here so bad?" He asked after a moment. I placed my hands over his, his warmth radiating off of him.

"I don't know." I spoke softly, not knowing exactly why either.

"You've been rather clingy ever since I asked you to be my boyfriend." He commented as my face heated up. "Sneaking into my bed at night to cuddle, going everywhere I go...even if it's just to the grocery store. And if I don't kiss you before I leave the house or you go to school you get whiny." Taehyung said slowly, I could practically feel the smirk growing on his face.

"I don't do that."

"Yeah. You do. I'm not complaining though, I love it." Taehyung whispered, his breath hitting my ear. I turned around in his arms, his nose a centimeter away from mine.

"You do?" My face was super red and even though we've been this close many times before it sill made my heart pound.

"Mhm." He hummed, pressing his soft lips onto mine. I immediately closed my eyes, leaning into him.

Before I knew it I was being laid down onto the couch. My fingers in his hair, tugging on his shirt as his hands laid on my waist.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck

I didn't want it to end, I could tell Taehyung didn't either. He bit my lip softly, pulling away slowly. He just stared at me, not making any move to answer the door.

"Taehyung! It's Jimin!" Jimin knocked again.

"Go answer it." I whispered. Taehyung nodded quickly getting off of the couch before going to the door. I sat up as he opened the door slightly.

"Ji-" Taehyung tried to speak but I heard the other male cut him off.

"Woah! Were you just jacking off? Your hairs a mess and your face is red, you were totally jacking off!"

I giggled, the door blocking my vision of the pink haired male but I could hear him clearly. I could tell Taehyung wanted to protest but Jimin pushed his way past him, into the room, his eyes landing on me in surprise.

"Jimin." Taehyung groaned, closing the door.

"Ohhh so you were fucking."