•Lust of Innocence•

"I'm getting married!"

It was those three words that gave Lee Na Ri an unsettling feeling. True, she was so unbelievably happy for her friend, Chae-Rin, because she was getting married to her high school sweet heart. However, the feeling of envy crashed into her emotions like waves. Her best friend was so young, only 23 and she was already settling down. Meanwhile, Nari was 21 and in her last year of college, studying very hard to become a nurse. She was thankful that she was getting an education and beginning to build up her future career, but there are downsides to doing so. She doesn't date. There wasn't time because all Nari wanted to do was stay focused and achieve her goal without any distractions to weigh her down. It was just the idea that her best friend was gaining so much more happiness than she was that left Nari in a state of envy.

. . .

It was three months after the news of the proposal that Nari and Chae-Rin were seated in Chae-Rin's living room, drinking a cup of tea and discussing the details for the bachelorette party. It was no surprise to Nari that her best friend wanted to have a good time before she commits to one man for the rest of her life, meaning she wished for strippers to be included in the package. Nari was uncomfortable that her friend wanted people like that at her bachelorette party, but it was a party after all and it was only common knowledge that strippers were always involved.

"But listen to me," Chae-Rin began, placing her cup of tea down and staring at Nari excitedly, "I don't want a boring a stripper. I want the best stripper."

Nari almost choked on her tea when she said that. Looking at her friend in confusion, she replied, "Strippers are strippers. They take their clothes off and dance sensually for money. How could you possibly want more?"

Chae-Rin chuckled, "I've been to my fair share of clubs. There are always boring ones, but I want someone fun and sexy," she glanced mischievously at Nari, "that's why I've written a list of clubs that we're going to scope out."

As the engaged woman picked up the random notepad on the coffee table with said list scribbled on it, Nari nearly laughed when she said, "Have fun with that." And continuing to sip from her cup.

"No, no, no," Chae-Rin replied, waving her hand at her companion, "You're helping me."

Nari shook her head in disbelief, rejecting it completely, "I'd rather not, thank you very much."

It took a few seconds before Chae-Rin began squirming in her seat like a child. She was pouting at first, but an idea popped in her head. She held her head up high, "As my maid of honor, it is your duty to do this for me," her eyes practically pleaded, "Do this one thing for me, please? It'll be fun!"

With a reluctant sigh, Nari looked at how anxious her best friend was and she finally gave in when she mumbled a short, "Fine. . ."

Chae-Rin grinned widely at her, looking forward to the exciting day of "stripper hunting."

. . .

The options were slowly being narrowed down as they visited different clubs one by one. A couple of very popular clubs like YG and JYP caught their attentions, but it was way overpriced for their small budget, especially when it was just going to be Nari and Chae-Rin, as well as a few other bridesmaids joining them. The party wasn't supposed to be big, they just wanted a little fun with their group of friends for a few hours. They contemplated going to another popular club called SM, but there were recent rumors floating around that the entertainers were being treated unfairly, so the two decided not to contribute to their business.

It was only then that the girls pulled into the parking lot of a not so widely-known local club in the area called, Big Hit. Rumor has it that there were only a few strippers and it was fairly priced, but not many went to that specific place so the two were a bit reluctant before going in.

A fairly large rectangular building; a one-story with the outer walls painted jet-black and lights glowing a mesmerizing dark blue lining around the top of the roof. Big Hit written largely in white cursive along the walls and the two glass entrance doors. Although it may seem nice, the area was rather poor and so the faded tagging of spray paint still lingers on the corners and sides of the building, including some old junky cars parked off to the side.

Walking into the small joint, the two girls were met with a small crowd of women. It was only mid-afternoon, so they weren't expecting a big group of people. Nari eyed the club suspiciously, not understanding the overall vibe of it just by its décor.

It was rather dark inside despite the time of day it was. Neon lights racing across the room in circles from the ceiling, a dark red ombre riding up the walls in each corner. The strobes flashing above the pole areas, stage, and some cream-colored tables and couches scattered around each section. The bar area, seemingly the brightest and most creatively colored with built-in LED lighting inside the counter itself that showed a rainbow variety of colors changing every few seconds. Glass cups with a hundred different types of alcohol and soda choices sat on the shelves behind it. To add, the separate locked shelf on the side holding bongs and containers of strains made Nari's eye twitch in an uncomfortable state.

Standing near the entrance, a man slowly approached them, his mini white towel hanging off his shoulder while his dress-code attire consisted of all plain black slacks, a button-up shirt, dress shoes, and only a light mint-colored tie strongly matching the shade of his messy hair. His eyes, holding much irritation and lips pressed together like he had to hold in curses, he titled his head and his expression changed immediately.

Putting on a small fake smile, he asked in the nicest tone possible, "Can I get you anything?"

Nari looked at him awkwardly and replied, "Uhh, no. We'll only be in here for a second. Thank you."

Not satisfied with her answer, his face contorted to an expression of distaste as he rolled his eyes and mumbled, "I don't get paid enough for this," and he turned to walk away. It was then that the lights slightly dimmed and a few women near by whistled obnoxiously. Chae-Rin nudged Nari's arm with her elbow while wiggling her eyebrows playfully as Nari looked at the stage. The sound of speakers turning on silenced everyone and a light appeared on the smaller stage where a DJ stood proudly. He flashed a wide smile that showed off his perfectly aligned teeth and he brought the microphone to his lips, maintaining that bright grin of his.

"Hello ladies and possibly gentlemen," he winked at that and continued, "I am your hope, J-Hope!" Girls clapped at his little phrase and he gently chuckled, "We have something very special for you. If you are regulars here, then you should know what I'm talking about," a few girls, who were obviously these so-called 'regulars', cheered.

The lights then changed brightness as J-Hope practically shouted into the mic, "Give this sexy guy a warm welcome! Are you ready for. . . Jimin?!" Every customer in the room cheered as the DJ pushed a few buttons and keys and music immediately began playing.

A man stepped out of the thick smoke that sprayed across the small stage, his visibly orange hair gently slicked back and full of volume. He didn't dare to look up from the ground, his head staying low as he somehow was able to keep his mysterious posture. His broad shoulders straightened themselves as he began to stretch his neck out very slowly. He made his way to the main pole in the middle, the neon red lights surrounding his body as if scanning his entire existence. He peers up at the crowd coming closer to watch, eyes piercing through with an unexplainable gaze landing on each of their faces. Some girls squealed with each other at the attention they were given.

Suddenly, the tiniest of smirks fell upon the man's full and naturally red lips. The beat began to grow larger in their ears as he teased the pole by circling it once. Running his fingers down its metallic rim, he gripped it and began to work himself by sliding his back down against it while facing the crowd. Almost at the bottom, his legs were able to wrap themselves around the pole and he swung himself around it with ease. It was rough, but in so many delicate ways in every move he made. Removing his white tang-top, that's when the ringing of these girl's screams were louder than the music. Nari pressed her fingers against her ears, hoping that she wouldn't go deaf while Chae-Rim's cheeks hardened as she laughed joyfully at the sight.

Jimin bit his lip many times, never failing to make everyone's stomach churn in pleasure. His face was so soft-looking and yet, holds the sexiest expressions anyone has ever seen. He tosses his shirt off to the side and grinds against the pole as if it was second nature to him, the vibrant colors of light bouncing off his toned back. With abs so built that they could break anything, he perfectly skilled his body rolls and held his lower abdomen teasingly to get the girls wild again. After all the sexual tension in his dancing, he finished with a killer wink and a low growl.

Once he left the stage, Nari turned her head to the side to look at her friend, whom was still mesmerized from the performance. Before she could open her mouth to say something, Chae-Rin interrupted her by stating, "I want him."

"But we haven't even gone to every club," Nari said, completely baffled.

Chae-Rin shook her head and turned to Nari, "I don't care. I want him and the price is fair. Did you not just see what went on over there?"

She couldn't even deny it. The stripper they call Jimin, was undeniably sexy and he understood exactly what he was doing. He knew how to impress everyone in the room with his sensual moves and twisted expressions. Nari was in awe as well, but she still didn't understand the constant appeal of it all.

She coughed, "While you collect yourself, I'll go ahead and schedule a reservation for tomorrow," she left her best friend alone by the door and walked towards the bar, where she spotted three workers. Two were behind the counter and one was standing at the bar talking to the other two, which was appropriate because there were no customers ordering at the moment.

"Excuse me?" Nari asked the young-looking man, a guy with a similar outfit to the one before, however he had on a black tie and a matching beanie covering his dark hair. His eyes widened at her, immediately avoiding her gaze and looked down at the floor, desperate to not make any eye contact. He tried his best to speak, "Y-Yes?" Failing and stuttering nervously.

Nari couldn't help but to chuckle at his shy behavior, "I was wondering where I could find the manager to request a reservation?"

One of the bartenders, whom was cleaning a wine class with a white rag, smiled at her with his dimples showing and said, "You just need to fill out a form," he turned around to open a drawer to grab it, but accidentally knocked over another glass near by; the sound almost deafening and shards of glass scattered on the floor from behind the bar. The bartender had an "oops" type of expression and Nari covered her mouth with her hands, obviously stunned. The guy's partner and the waiter both sighed disappointedly at the same time.

The mint-haired man from earlier obviously heard the sound and sped over to the bar, glaring at the pink-haired bartender and angrily gritted his teeth, "Damnit, Namjoon! That's the third glass you've managed to destroy today!"

The guy he'd spoken to sheepishly smiled and said, "Sorry hyung, I was just trying to help out a pretty woman."

Nari slightly blushed at his words and the irritated waiter exhaled deeply, "Just try not to break anything again. We get you're the God of Destruction, but try to contain yourself, will you?" he walked away as the other shy bartender gave a gummy smile and laughed cheekily.

Namjoon turned to Nari and grinned again, awkwardly handing her the form and a blue pen, "Sorry about all that, here's the reservations that you can fill out."

She smiled as she grabbed them gently from his fingers, "Thank you so much."

After filling out the form, she approached Namjoon and returned it. He gave her yet another one of his signature smiles and said, "I hope to see you here again."

Nari blushed uncontrollably and had left shortly after with Chae-Rin, hoping that the bride-to-be would shut up about the performance the two had just sinfully witnessed.

. . .

"What's this?"

Jimin's boss pushed the papers into his employee's hands, a curt smile playing at his lips.

"I've got you a deal; big money coming your way this year. All you gotta do is work your magic again and this reservation will cover that rent of yours," the man patted his back roughly, lowly laughing with his raspy voice. Jimin was done dressing himself into his regular clothes, sliding on his grey sweatshirt over his head. The forms laid in his hands, his eyes staring down at them as if gold had been placed there instead. He blinked.

"You're serious? I've got another one?" He smiled, shaking the feather-like papers in excitement. His boss nodded and motioned for his employee to follow him out of the dressing room. Jimin was quick to secure his locker and picked up his bag to come along. The main room was now completely lit with regular lighting, no more strobes to blind his eyes. Namjoon was still around to clean up all the glass he failed to keep together and work an hour extra for the mess.

"Hey," Jimin greeted. The two exchanged a handshake before the pink-haired man continued to clean. In between throwing away the shards, Namjoon shook his head, "You will not believe who I saw earlier. She was beautiful."

"You say that every time a girl comes by. And that's your cue to break another glass like the smooth man you are," Jimin retorts, laughing. With a glare shooting daggers at him, the elder ignored his words and finished his cleaning. "That girl got you those reservations. I suggest you be a little nicer, yeah?"

The boss cleared his throat to interrupt the conversation. Jimin sent his coworker a soft apologetic smile before giving all of his attention to the big guy.

"Yah, you two settle this later. I need to go over the regular rules and basics of these forms with Peeled Orange over here so the kid knows the limitations and whatnot. It's mandatory that I do this so no accidents occur on that day." His hoarse voice continued to mutter curses at the ignorance of his workers and he walked off to his office across the way. The door closes behind him, leaving Jimin and Namjoon to stand there quietly.

After moments pass, the pink-haired man furrows his brows. "Peeled Orange?"

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Just leave it. I mean...last time he called you Salmon Head."

•Lust of Innocence•

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•••Milliana here :-)

Okay awkward haha, but thanks so much for reading our first chapter! I'm so glad that Ash and I are working together on this and I hope you get to know us throughout this story. How about you Ashy??

•••Okay, hi. Yeah, uh, this is my first time writing about real people, so it was wonderful to have guidance from Milly. I'm really excited to continue  this story with her and to share it with fellow A.R.M.Ys!

•••You're more awkward than me in terms of speaking to our readers, but I guess it was better than when you reacted to me writing Jimin's scenes...

•••Well, can you blame me? That Jimin scene was... Something else...

•••The struggle, girly. The struggle. How did you feel about our first chapter?

•••Well, I can honestly say that I am impressed with the both of us. I'm really glad we were able to throw in some other members of BTS as well. I think we did great for a first chapter, wouldn't you agree?

•••I think so too. I just hope that everyone likes it as well and continues to support us :-)
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