Yoongi felt out of place in a position like this one.

He wore a fancy suit, much like the one he wore the evening he was properly introduced to Jimin, his hair was slicked back off of his forehead and he was adorned with another expensive watch. He was back in the same spot, next to his newly wedded wife while she kept her hand firmly placed on his thigh, like she was holding him hostage there. It was just a different resturant this time.

This was a business interaction, not exactly just a friendly dinner gathering. He was only here to play his role as the supportive, young, attractive husband while Park Jiwoo worked her charm to sign another ground-breaking deal for Park Industries.

A middle-aged man, accompanied by his wife,  sat across the table. He was the owner of an up and coming electronics business, and he seemed a little foolish. Even the average person, like Yoongi, would be able to tell that he was getting the blunt end of the deal, but Park Jiwoo was intelligent. This was not her first rodeo.

Before their evening had even began, she ordered wine for the table, but only has had a few sips for herself. Mr. Yoo on the other hand, has just finished his fourth glass, and Jiwoo is generously quick to pour him a fifth.

At the scene, Yoongi had to hold back the scoff that wanted to escape from his throat.

Watching how the fifty-year-old woman played the game reminded him of how easily she snaked her way into his own life. She knew exactly what cards to play, she knew every move you would make before it was even your turn. She carried her pokerface well.

Yoongi couldn't help but let his mind drift away to where he was the day he basically signed his life away for the second time.

The young male came back into the room after gratefully brushing his teeth, crawling back into the king-sized bed to sit beside the older woman, keeping her company for the full amount she had paid for this visit.

She chuckled. "That was amazing like every time, Yoongi dear." Jiwoo wrapped her silky robe around her bare body, tying it securely, and cuddling into the young escort, placing her head on his chest.

Yoongi amused her by wrappping an arm around her and pulling her closer, drawing circles into her now covered shoulder. He hummed, accepting her compliment.

"I mean it" she continued, "You're the best in bed out of all of the escorts I've been seeing."

"Well you pay me quite generously for it." He chuckles under his breath, replying honestly.

"I wouldn't mind having you full time, just for myself." By the way the woman said it, Yoongi wasn't particularly sure if she was just teasing the idea or being serious. But Jiwoo wasn't the type of woman to joke around, so it was more than likely the latter.

"'M not sure if Namjoon would be too thrilled about that." Yoongi mumbled. Jiwoo was more than aware of the current contract Yoongi was under with the young business owner. "I still have another five years on my contract with him. Pay out is pretty hefty, so unless you want to pay if off for me, I'm not going anywhere else permanently, sweetheart."

Jiwoo pursed her lips at him, then raised the corner of her lips into a smirk. "Well, it wouldn't do me any good to just pay it outright. Then I would have to convince you to sign another contract with me right after, and how could I guarentee you wouldn't just run?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

She was pretty damn smart. Yoongi had to give her that.

"I can help you, Yoongi" The younger furrowed his brows in curiosity, sitting more upright in the bed at this extravagant hotel. "I'll help you pay it off. Gradually. But probably faster than what you could on your own working there."

Yoongi shook his head, not entirely convinced that this was a good idea. Sure he hated working at Namjoon's strip club, but he made good money. And aside from the disgusting men and woman that cross the boundaries of what is considered mannerly, he was comfortable there. "I don't know."

"You want to be a producer, right?" At this question, Yoongi perked, intrigued by what the woman would offer, but also curious as to how she knew about that. "You mentioned it one of the first times we met."

Yoongi nodded, urging her to continue.

"I can help you with that. I can buy you the studio, the equipment. All of it. You'll pay out of your contract, you will have an exquisite lifestyle. You'll just have to give me what I need in return."

With the topic of his love for music brought up, Yoongi was torn. He's always wanted to produce music freely, but has never had the opportunity or money to fully indulge in it. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity being presented before him, but it still felt like he would be giving up a major part of himself. But hadn't he already done that once before?

If he went through with this, he would have to discuss an agreement with Namjoon to see if this could even truly work for the younger male.

Was he really considering this? But what does he truly have to lose anymore?

With a deep sigh, Yoongi looked up, making straight eye contact with the wealthy woman. "What would the details of my side of this entail?"

"Yoongi dear?" With Jiwoo's voice snapping him back into reality, he blinked a few times and turned his attention to his legal wife.

"Yes?" he questioned, a little lost from the conversation. "Sorry, I think I've had a bit too much wine" he awkwardly chuckled, pushing his wine glass further away from him. Jiwoo peered at him in annoyance. He had only had half a glass.

"Yoongi, sweetheart, Mr. Yoo here has decided to sign the proposition. Could you please hand him the document and a pen?" She asked with an overly polite tone.

"Right, right." Yoongi scrambled for his bag. Ms. Park entrusted the document with him only because she didn't have room in her purse, and she didn't want to fold it up and make it look crinkly.

Once he found the important piece of paper and retrieved a pen, he set them in front of an intoxicated Mr. Yoo. His wife wasn't in much of a better state herself. After his signature was left in the correct placement, the four of them ceremoniously giggled, raising their wine goblets in the air, making silent cheers to one another. And Jiwoo finally downed her glass in victory.

The group politely stayed for another half an hour to kindly chit-chat after completing an extraordinary deal.

In the midst of Mr. Yoo's drunken laughter, Ms. Park tightened her grip on Yoongi's thigh, letting her hand trail a little higher and squeezing it a couple times. She leaned in close to her husband and whispered, "So that studio? You want to earn that tonight? I'm in the mood for a good time."

At the mention of the studio, Yoongi smirked, dropping his hand down to interlock his fingers with hers that rested on his leg. "You serious?"

"I think you deserve a little something extra after all of your hard work lately, dear husband." Yoongi leaned forward and pressed a few light kisses behind her ear, where her neck was exposed from her hair being pinned up.

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It only took two more hard thrusts before the woman below him reached her climax, throwing her head back and letting out an extended moan of pleasure. Her eyes were clenched shut and her fingernails drug down his bare back, leaving scratches down his back, adding to the ones he already had there from someone else.

When she calmed down from her high, Yoongi pulled himself out, not hesitating to slip on his boxers before sitting next to Jiwoo. He didn't climb back in under the duvet like he normally would have.

"Is everything okay?" She asked. "You didn't get off?" She nodded towards his clearly still erected cock tucked inside his underwear.

"Hm? Oh." He looked down at his lap before meeting her eyes again. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just not really in the mood." That wasn't it. "Plus, I have to go."

"Where? It's midnight." She argued.

Yoongi stood from his position on the bed and with shuffled steps, made his way to the ensuite bathroom. "I still have a contract with Namjoon, remember? I have a shift tonight." He called from the distance.

After freshening up and changing into comfortable clothes, he placed a kiss on her forehead, and just before he left he reminded, "I'm really excited about that studio. Thank you," and closed the door behind him.

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The back room was anything but extravagant.

There was a long, lighted mirror with several chairs in front for the dancers and servers to get ready and a small closet space for performers and workers to hang their outfit changes. But ultimately, the room was cramped. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Seokjin have each complained about their limited space, though nothing has been done about it yet.

Seokjin sat in one of the beauty seats, putting on the finishing touches of his makeup look. He took his time to spread a generous amount of sparkly lip gloss across his already plump lips, highlighting them even more. When he was completely satisfied by what he saw looking back at him in the mirror, he spritzed setting spray all over his masterpiece to lock it all in place for the evening.

A groan could be heard next to him, followed by a, "You're so extra."

Of course, Jin couldn't hold back, so he turned toward the cat-like male and hissed, "Hey, it gets me more tips! If you stopped being a whiny little meow meow and actually put in some extra effort, you'd be seeing the same amount of pay out on your shifts!" He pointed a finger in the younger male's face.

Yoongi scoffed. "You may be our most requested stripper, but I was the highest paid escort and you know it."

This is how Yoongi and Seokjin's relationship has always been. They were the top employees Namjoon had under contract, bringing him in the most earnings every month. And though the two truly cared for one another, they were almost always bickering over something irrelevant.

Hoseok seemed to think that they just thrived off of pushing each other's buttons, but they never actually meant anything they spat out toward the other.

"Only because you apparently have some impressive skills in the bedroom, but I will never be the judge of that." He shrugged.

With that, Yoongi couldn't help but laugh, slapping his thigh in the process and revealing his gums from how wide he was smiling. When his giggles finally subsided, he came back with, "Well, you could always give me chance. I'll give you a friendly discount, " he winked.

Jin outwardly grimaced. "Ew, no thanks. I'll pass. You're not my type." He stood from his place, revealing how scandalous his flashy outfit was, leaving nothing to the imagination. He walked over to the draped curtains, peeking his head out while the lights were still down low.

"No, that guy over there is your type." Yoongi followed the older, pointing toward a man who was probably in his mid-sixties, who wore a lavish suit, sipping on a small glass of scotch.

The older hummed in agreement, causing Yoongi to glower in disgust. "Yup, men like that are hot. And he has a full head of gray hair which I love even more. I can picture myself running my hands through those silver waves."

Yoongi audibly gagged for emphasis.

"Oh, don't even start like that. Weren't you satisfying your fifty-year-old honey before you got here." The younger deadpanned, knowing he couldn't come up with a good comeback for that.

Seokjin pressed his crooked pointer finger to his chin in contemplation. "He looks rich. I better crank it up a notch to really impress him. Maybe I'll get lucky tonight." With one last squirt of perfume for good luck, he headed toward the stage for his performance, leaving an unamused Yoongi behind, rolling his eyes after him.

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Well, here it is. This chapter gives you a look into Yoongi's deal with Ms. Park and an introduction to Seokjin, though that part was mostly a filler, but I loved writing it!

I hope you liked it, but let me know your thoughts!

-Sydney <3