Jung Hoseok

recently divorced dilf goes to a strip club for the first time.

Incredulity.

Incredulity when he walked in on his beloved wife of twenty years and his reliable business partner. Incredulity when she lied about her infidelity in court when battling for weekday custody over their three children. Incredulity when she quickly got engaged to and married to his business partner, who he soon ended all bonds with due to his incompetence to be loyal as Hoseok was to him. Incredulity when his best friends dragged him to a strip club to get his mind off of things.

“Guys- I shouldn’t be here…” Hoseok spoke nervously, fixing his black blazer, which was fully unbuttoned to reveal his silky black button-up. “Oh, come on, man. When was the last time you had fun and loosened up? You’re forty-three now. You’re not old; at least that much.” One of his friends, Namjoon, spoke. “Yeah, besides, we get to look at tits and asses all night. What’s better than that?” The latter, Jin, spoke.

With a throaty sigh, Hoseok defeatedly nodded, his large palm rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, okay- whatever. I’ll do it.” He agreed haphazardly, earning hoots and hollers from his friend group, who dragged him inside after identifying their age.

It was a spacious, expensive-appearing strip club, loud hip hop music blasting through the various speakers throughout the club. Hoseok had never been to a strip club before, let alone a club in general. Before he could finish scanning out the atmosphere under the vibrant purple light-emitting diode lights, his wrist was being dragged by Jungkook eagerly, the youngest of their friend group. “Koo- wait-“ He chuckled, and Jungkook settled him down on a rounded couch, causing Hoseok to shake his head. The youthful energy radiating from his dongsaeng easing his nerves gradually..