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drabble 33 and 55 with junmyeon! thank u 🫶🏻

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Genre: angst | stripper!au Pairing: Suho x f.Reader Length: 1.4k Warnings: language

a/n: idk why but ive been wanting to write stripper aus. this is one of at least 2 we will see ig lol 😛

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You had just gotten done with your big number when you were stopped by the owner of the strip club you danced at. Mr. Zhang, as he preferred to go by, pulled you to the side and explained that a customer was requesting a private dance from you. It was unsurprising, you were a high demand dancer, the best one there. The thing was, you hated private dances. There was something about the act that just felt so…dehumanizing.

You only danced for big spenders, and even then, it wasn’t for very long. You wanted to get out of that small stale room as soon as possible.

Mr. Zhang worded it in a way that left little for rejection. Telling more than asking. So, you followed him to The Red Rooms. It was pretty much a row of closets that held only a chair in the middle, speakers that played your music too loud to keep conversation at a minimum, and dim lighting to keep an air of sultriness.

“Play nice,” Mr. Zhang muttered before opening the door for you. Taking a deep breath, you plastered a seductive grin on your face and slowly entered the room.

There a man sat. He wore an obviously expensive black suit, with dark hair long enough to brush against his broad shoulders. You stopped right before his slightly spread legs, running your hands up your naked torso as you twisted your hips from side to side. You never looked at your clients faces while in here, feeling it was too intimate, so you just took in his firm frame, only lifting your gaze to his chin or forehead.

Leaning down, you ran your hands up his thighs, jiggling your ass as you put your tits in his face.

He gasped and you paused at the sound. That voice sounded familiar.

Pulling back slightly, you broke your rule of avoiding eye contact to squint past the dim lighting, taking in your client’s face.

“Ju—Junmyeon?” You asked. Startled, you stood straight up, breaking the physical contact.

The man before you scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Hi….”

Your name left his lips and you cringed. “That’s not my name here.”

“Right. Goddess,” he corrected himself, shaking his head.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, ready to bolt. Money be damned. Kim Junmyeon was your ex. Well, you weren’t sure that was the right term for what he was to you. He was a deadly handsome man with power and a prestige you couldn’t even begin to fathom. Somehow, he grew an interest towards you after you waited his table a year ago. He was way too good for you. You were poor, making ends meet by working multiple jobs, the strip club the highest paying of them all. It became too obvious that you were on opposite sides of the money spectrum, and you were sure that was what drew him to you to begin with. The gap between you both was far too wide for your liking, so you broke things off.

That was months ago. You had blocked his number and refused any payment he attempted to send to you, because of course he was somewhat of a sugar daddy.

When he didn’t answer your question, you tried a different one. “How did you know I worked here?”

You had kept this part of your life a secret from everyone in your life. Nobody knew about this job. You made sure of it.

“I have my ways,” was his ominous answer. You lifted an eyebrow, wondering if you should be scared of that or not.

He stared up at you in awe. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

You swallowed thickly. It wasn’t easy cutting this man off, not with those angelic features.

He dared reaching for you, cupping your bare hip. “I missed you.”

You scoffed, but it was shaky. “Please, Myeon. I doubt you even noticed I was gone.”

He frowned. “What would make you think that?”

You shook your head. “I’m not important. I could never live up to your standards. Could never be the girl you wear on your arm to show off to your friends and colleagues. We’re too different. I’m not a part of your world.”

He took in the room you’re in. “Because this is your world?”

It wasn’t said with malice or disgust, and that threw you off. Honestly, he sounded sad for you, but not with pity. It was as if he understood what you were saying. He understood that you could never be the person he needed, and that was what made him sad.

He sighed, still rubbing circles onto your warm flesh. “You know I don’t care about any of that.”

“You should.”

He huffed out a laugh at that. “Is that why you left?”

You nodded. He ran the hand that was touching you down his face, and sunk into his chair. “So, you’re saying you ran away for my benefit?”

“I didn’t runaway—”

“You did.” And he sounded pissed about it.

“Why does it matter?” You asked. “We weren’t serious.”

“No. But I….” He was back to giving you eye contact. Kim Junmyeon loved eye contact. It always made you nervous and jittery. Still, you met his stare, noticed the hurt you caused him swim in those round orbs of his. “I wanted to be. I thought we could be.”

“You could never love the real me, Myeon,” you whispered brokenly. “Look where we are. You can love someone like me?”

It was Junmyeon’s turn to swallow thickly. You could see how badly he wanted to tell you that he could. You could see the affection still in his gaze, the look that always made you feel beautiful—even here in this dingy strip club.

“We could pretend.”

His words made you blink down at him.

He pulled you more into him, between his spread legs, and left a lingering kiss onto your pierced belly button. “At least for the next ten minutes. Could we pretend that we’re in love?”

“Junmyeon….”

He gazed up at you, resting his chin on your stomach. His hands go to your thighs, holding you close to him. “We can’t be what we want to be. You’re right about that. So, let’s pretend. Show me what it would be like for us to be together.”

You caressed his face, tears prickling your eyes. It hit you then, that you both wanted this to work so badly, but knew that it couldn’t.

“Okay.”

You hated private dances. Stripping itself wasn’t so bad, but when you were in these rooms, that’s when it really hit you that you were selling your body. But right now, with the man you wanted to love sitting before you, you hated it for a different reason.

Deep within your soul, you knew this was going to be the last time you saw him. He was going to let you go. So, you were going to do as he asked.

You were going to show him how much you loved him. And, no, it wasn’t pretend. You could never pretend. No matter how much you tried.

You pushed him back into his seat, plopping into his lap. He hissed, but you didn’t give him time before you merged his face with yours. It’s messy. All tongue. You moaned at the contact, missing it more than you’d admit. He held on tight to your hips, forcing you to grind against him.

“I love you,” you confessed against his lips, shaking with want.

“I love you too,” he replied between desperate kisses. “I wish things could be different.”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you could taste the saltiness on your tongue. Didn’t realize you were shaking violently until he held you tightly against his comforting body.

Too soon the door opened.

Mr. Zhang paused when he saw the two of you wrapped around each other, breathing each other’s breathes as you collected yourselves.

“It’s… time?”

He was very confused and that was understandable. Your current position was definitely against the rules.

Junmyeon kissed you one last time, and rubbed your arm consolingly. “You have my number if you ever change your mind.”

Reluctantly, you climbed off of him. Straightening what little you had on. You cleared your throat and nodded, acknowledging you heard him.

Without looking back, you left the room, ignoring the questioning look Mr. Zhang threw your way.

This was for the best, you told yourself. Junmyeon deserved more than what you could give him. He deserved a princess.

Little did you know that to him, you were a Goddess.

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i love this video bc i am so enamored by his unsettling stare

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Happy 2nd Anniversary 'DICE' !

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also i know for like a fact that whatever kpop group they tryna promote for coachella next year i am NOT seeing. im tired of yall lmfaooo. ateez ATE tho im so glad i saw them lmfaooo

#unless its exo idc #...if newjeans is still a group ill see them #but folks are saying xg um...no thanks!!!!!!#mine

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exos next tour better be five hours, im not playing 😀🔪

#ALL solo singles ALL subunits singles actually cbx entire discog #i want my money to be well spent!!!!!#exo #mine

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