Saying that Chayoung was content being dragged inside the back room of the local strip club would be like saying Donald Trump as president was good for America. A blatant lie.

But what other choice did the teenage girl have?

She wanted out. She wanted nothing more than out.

Out of the room, out of his grip, out of the club and out of her life.

But to get exactly that, she had to endure his touch roaming her entire body first. The right hand that wasted no time and went straight to her breasts. The left one that held her head in a tight grip by the hair, pulling it back to gain access to kiss down her neck. Wet, stinging and burning kisses. But nothing that felt right.

All Chayoung could do in this situation was to act like she liked it. Go with the flow. Kiss him back, please him, moan his name, obey him because she was his toy.

He bought her for a night. Right in this moment, the girl did not have a voice. She's simply there to be obedient, voice-less (except for when she moans his name) and to reimburse his money — with her body.

His kisses trailed down her bust. His hands didn't take long to leave her breasts and dive into her panties. The touch made shivers run down her spine. She never knew how it was supposed to feel, but she was sure that it shouldn't be how she felt.

"Say my name."

The voice was dark, needy, filled with lust... and scary.

But she was his doll for the night and even though she didn't want to, she complied.

The man reacted with letting go of her. She felt relieved, hoping it was over. But she knew it was only the beginning of yet another night as a sex doll. When her eyes opened, they met the guy, rubbing his member aggressively. She knew what to do now. Standing up, she turned around, just getting to see the smirk of her costumer before he gripped her hips tight and entered her.

Oh how her mother would be disappointed in her.

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"Dude, come on! Those chicks are fire and I promise you, we don't even have to throw money at them! They'll do their job anyway!" Jimin, drunk and thirsty, patted his friend on the back.

Jungkook looked over the shoulder of his friend, finding a girl in the middle of doing a lap dance on some dude.

For a moment, he thought of asking what Jimin meant when he said they didn't need to throw money at them. This was a strip club, that's what you do.

But he shrugged it away, not even bothering to ask. He did not want to be there, but his mentioned friend, Jimin, and some of Jimin's other friends had begged him to go with them.

"I'm fine here."

"Jungkook, what's up with you? Since when do you not like butts and boobs? Wait... Are you gay?" Jimin concluded, bringing his hand to his mouth in an obvious shock like state.

"What the hell dude. No. I'm just..."

"Why don't you just get a job yourself!?"

Jungkook stood on the corner of a wall, listening to his parents' argument. They often argued. Or... his father often argued with his mother.

Some times were worse than others. Sometimes it was just bickering, other times it would end in a red cheek, Jungkook had experienced that himself once or twice.

"I'm taking care of our child!"

"He's 13! He can take care of himself! Find a job and it would be easier."

"I'm trying! I've been searching for years and you know it! No one wants a part timer in her fifties who's sick!"

The silence that reigned on surprised Jungkook. The only thing echoing in the living room was his moms sobs and his own panting. His father had a temper and he did not just silence out like that. It made Jungkook curious. He hadn't heard a slap yet... to fulfill his curiosity, he peeked into the living room.

His father was staring at his mother. His right hand was frozen in the air. His mother was looking down, her hair shielding her face. She was waiting for the impact of her husband's palm on her cheek.

Jungkook held his breath.

But to his surprise, his father's hand lowered calmly. Instead, he turned around grabbed a bag and stuck his hand in there. His mother started to look up, realizing she wasn't gonna get hit. But it definitely must've felt worse when she saw her husband walk towards her with a fistful of cash and threw it at her.

"Go buy that fucking dress now. It better be worth it, I worked hard for these money." He groaned before leaving the living room.

Jungkook only got to catch glimpses of the banknotes falling all around his mother as she stood helplessly letting it happen, before he legged it and hurried to his room before his father could catch him spying.

"A strip club is just not my thing. Hence why I didn't even want to come at first."

It took long for Jungkook to answer, which puzzled Jimin. As far as he knew, his friend loved girls. But he let it go and left Jungkook at the bar after quickly reminding him that he was always welcome to join them at the front of the show.

Jungkook winced when his friend walked away and towards one pole with a girl on it and a lot of guys surrounding her.

Surely it would be hard to deny that Jungkook loved girls. But as much as a girl-loving-pervert he could be, he never doubted the respect they deserved. And to him, filling money in their bras just to have a single touch on them, wasn't something he needed. And definitely not something he wanted to look at either.

Getting up from the bar stool, the 20 year old decided to head for the bathroom. He had enough of this. He couldn't wait to get out, but he was the driver and had to wait for his friends to be done. But oh, how disgusting he felt being in a place like this. A normal club would've been just right, but this... No way. He didn't want to ever become anything close to his da—

"Hey!" Jungkook bursted when a girl bumped right into his chest, the impact making her take several steps backwards to gain her balance.

She froze in the spot, her eyes fixed on the ground in front of her.

Jungkook noticed her clothes that was similar to the other girls on the poles. But her clothes seemed more... damaged?

And that's when he noticed her trembling figure.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The guy bent in his knees, trying to search her eyes. She was short and it didn't work as she was facing the ground.

When she didn't reply, Jungkook decided to lay a hand on her shoulder, asking again. But as his palm met her bare shoulder, she flinched. Her eyes were dry, but full of fear as they met his. And then she ran away.

Jungkook found himself standing for several moments, glancing after the girl before he decided to let it go. He probably envisioned it. If she was at work, she would be used to this atmosphere. Maybe, the fear he thought he saw in her eyes, was really a reflection of the woman he knew had that exact look on her face, constantly.