Jimin let out a deep sigh as he let himself into Taehyung's, no, his penthouse apartment. No matter how many times this week he's been reminded by the other male that this place was also his to call home, he couldn't imprint it into his mind. It didn't feel natural.

He ran his stubby fingers through his bleached hair, sweeping the strands off of his forehead only for it to fall right back into its original place. Jimin collapsed onto the couch from exhaustion, resting his head back and letting his arms rest lazily on either side of him. He was finally 'home', so he didn't mind that the action disheveled his professional attire.

He's not used to having to wear a suit every day, so usually the first thing he did when walking through the front door would be to loosen his tie that had him in a chokehold.

Sounds like the rest of my life. Jimin would think.

But today, Jimin was too tired to even mess with the dreaded accessory. Maybe he'll have to just let it strangle him. Then he'd at least escape the hell he's been forced to live in.

His internship at Park Industries started on Monday, and they weren't taking it easy on him like he had originally expected. He thought he'd at least be shown some grace for his title as the Park Jimin, son of Park Hyunwook and Park Jiwoo.

The piles of paperwork slammed onto his desk each morning clarified that that wasn't going to be the case.

On top of all the documents he's required to fill out and file away each day, he's also expected to follow around many of the higher superiors within the office like a pet, ready to assist them with any errands or tasks they ask. Usually the requests were things as minimal as a coffee run or as ridiculous as picking up their dry cleaning.

Jimin's honestly surprised that they can get away with having the future heir of the company complete their personal chores.

He's tried to rat them out to his god forsaken mother, but she claimed that, "It's good for you! It'll teach you to have a hard work ethic." She more than likely set them up to it.

The future heir couldn't be more glad that it's finally Friday, meaning that he'll have the weekend to recoup, only to start it all over again on Monday. He wished that it was at least a job he enjoyed.

He glanced at his watch, groaning when he realized that it was already past eight o'clock. From the still silence echoing throughout the large apartment, Taehyung isn't home from work yet, which is fairly normal for the younger male. Jimin guesses that he has at least another hour to himself.

He peels his droopy body off of the sofa to go to the bedroom and change into comfier clothing, something like baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. He only got as far as removing his suit jacket before his phone rang.

Without checking the caller ID, he answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Jimin! It's Hoseok!" The cheerful voice of his classmate buzzed through the phone, making Jimin pull the phone away from his ear.

For a brief moment, Jimin wondered why the older male was calling him, but then he remembered what day it was and what time it was. It was Friday evening.

"Are you still wanting to get together tonight? I hadn't heard from you since that last day in class. Where have you been by the way?

"Oh my god, Hoseok, I'm so sorry, but-" Jimin cut himself off. Why couldn't he go out tonight? He's had a long week and deserved to catch a break. Besides, Taehyung wasn't holding him hostage only between work and home. He could spend the evening with Hoseok if he wanted to.

"Yeah, I wanna hang out tonight." He blurted, "I've had a hell of a week and could use a good time."

"My workplace is the perfect spot for that!" He could envision Hoseok winking through the phone. "How about I pick you up in an hour? Make sure you look sexy! My coworkers will love you!" Hoseok didn't give Jimin a chance to respond before he hung up the call.

Jimin scoffed and shook his head in amusement. His dance hyung is really something.

He figured he should probably send the older his address if he wants to pick him up. He got a thumbs up emoji in response. He also knew that he should probably send a text to his boyfriend to let him know he'd be out for the evening, and not to wait up for him.

Jimin used the full hour he had to his advantage. He wanted to look really good tonight.

He wore his tightest pair of black skinny jeans, ones that accentuated his ass perfectly. His shirt was a long, sheer, black button down that had crystal details all over it that looked like little flowers or fireworks exploding, tucking it in the front of his pants. He took some time to style his blonde hair in fluffy waves and slapped on some gray eyeshadow and smudgy black liner.

When Jimin looked at his full body reflection, he knew he could break some hearts tonight if he wanted to.

Come to think of it, the last time Jimin had really gotten all dolled up to go out like this was the night he met Yoongi at a club, which ended with the two of them hooking up in a fancy hotel room across the street.

He quickly shook his head at the thought of Yoongi. The older male had made it clear that whatever they had ended that last night in his bedroom. It was made perfectly clear when Yoongi hadn't tried to contact him even once all week. But Jimin hasn't tried to reach out either. That was it for them.

Right on time, Jimin's phone rang, so he quickly answered. "Hey hyung! Are you here?"

"Yeah, I'm at the address that you gave me... Uh, Jimin? Is this really where you live? It doesn't seem right..."

"Is there a big fountain out front? It's hard to miss" Jimin asked, collecting all of his essential night-out items into a small bag and heading toward the front door.

"Uh, yeah..." It was very hard to miss the elaborate fountain in front of this exquisite apartment complex that appeared to be only for the elite people in Seoul.

"Okay, I'll be down soon! The elevator takes a minute since I'm in the penthouse!" He said before hanging up.

When he met Hoseok out front, the older's eyes were practically bugging out of his eye sockets while he leaned against his black sedan. "What the hell Jimin!? How do you live in the penthouse here? Am I going to get arrested for kidnapping if I take you with me? Who even are you?"

Jimin just patted Hoseok's shoulder before heading toward the passenger's seat. "Get a few drinks in me tonight and I might spill all of my dark secrets." He winked.

Hoseok chuckled as he followed after Jimin to the driver's side.

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Jimin wasn't sure what exactly he was expecting from what little he knew about Hoseok's workplace, but when they parked out front of a little hole in the wall with flashing lights and a neon sign that read 'Teasers', this was not it. They were a couple blocks away from a heavily populated street in Seoul, but this particular street was known for being a bit more... grimy.

"Teasers?" Jimin asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Yup, this is it. My boyfriend owns it actually." Hoseok wore a bright, proud smile, so Jimin decided to not question him any further and to follow him inside.

It was hard to see clearly inside with the minimal lighting, crowds of people, and the thick cigarette smoke that wafted in the air. Jimin made sure to grab a hold of Hoseok's shoulder to make sure he didn't lose him between the sweaty bodies that grinded against one another.

A puff of smoke was blown in Jimin's direction, causing the young male to let out a series of coughs. When Hoseok noticed, he pulled the smaller beside him, protectively wrapping his arm over his shoulder after patting his back. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern laced in his voice.

It was at this moment that Jimin noticed that his dance friend was probably pretty nervous to introduce Jimin to his workplace, so Jimin quickly slapped a smile onto his face. "Yeah, I'm fine! It's not the first time I've been to a club, Hoseok."

Hoseok let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, great! Let's go find Namjoon then!" The chipper male pulled him deeper inside the club, and it made Jimin realize a few things.

For one, this place was much bigger than what it looks like from the front. There were multiple floors, but it was all open, making the space look even larger. The upper level was mostly a hang out space that overlooked the main floor from every side.

On the main floor, there was a large dance floor, where most of the party goers were currently located. In the back of the space there was a bar that provided a full view of the rest of the place and served a full variety of different cocktails and beers. At the front , there was a long stage and when Jimin really looked, there was a stripper pole, front and center.

Then it all clicked within Jimin's mind. He glanced around the room and watched as several of the servers passed by, confirming his suspicions to be true. The stripper pole, the servers in sexy costume uniforms, and Hoseok's wariness about introducing Jimin to his choice of occupation, all point directly to Teasers being a stripclub.

He can distinctly remember a time when Hoseok said to him, "Man, all the money I could make if I could bend myself like a pretzel like you do!" It all made sense!

The two young males approached the bar on the main floor. Hoseok seemed to know exactly where to find his infamous boyfriend, like he had his typical spot. "Joonie!" Hoseok called, while approaching what looked like a tall man facing the bar.

The man turned around at the call of his nickname.

He was handsome from what Jimin could see in the dim lighting. He wore a sophisticated black suit, perfect for a young business owner. His hair was slicked back off of his forehead. At Hoseok's call, the man flashed a large grin, revealing a precious set of dimples that made the naturally intimidating man appear softer.

"Hey, babe! What are you doing here? It's your day off?" Namjoon set his glass of whiskey on the bar counter in front of him then tilted his head to the side.

"I told you that I had a friend from dance that I wanted to bring in and introduce to you. He's been a little on edge, so I thought he could blow off some steam here." Hoseok tightened his arm around Jimin's shoulder. "This is Park Jimin!"

Jimin respectfully bowed and Namjoon kindly returned it.

The business owner looked at Jimin for a moment and raised an eyebrow. "Park Jimin, eh? That name sounds familiar." He scratched his chin in thought, but ultimately shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, you came just in time!" Namjoon beamed. "One of our performers is just about to come out."

"Who's up?" Hoseok asked in curiosity.

"Mr. Grumps." Namjoon rolled his eyes. "When I told him he had to cover your slot, he threw a big fit."

Hoseok smiled widely and turned toward the younger next to him. "Well, it looks like we came on the right night Jimin!"

As the two dance buddies got situated in seats at the bar beside Namjoon, the lights around the club seemed to dim down even more. Spotlights flashed on, aiming at the backdrop curtain on the stage, capturing the crowd's attention. Smoke machines blasted from either side of the stage, creating even more suspension.

Some regular club goers already started hooping and hollering in excitement, while Jimin patiently sipped on his cocktail.

An announcer's voice echoed throughout the building through speakers, hushing the raging crowd. "Ladies and Gentleman, let's kick off the night with a bit of treat. First he's sour, then he's oh so sweet! Let's welcome to the stage, Suga Baby!"

When the red curtain was dropped and the smoke dispersed into the air, revealing the proclaimed male stripper, Jimin unintentionally spit out his drink, the liquid spraying out in front of him. His eyes almost bugged out of his face.

Because now standing in the center of that stage, was Min Yoongi.

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I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I was glad to incorporate Hoseok some more, and I absolutely love his character in this!

I hope you all enjoyed!

-Sydney <3