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Hoseok FUCK! Fuck!" I scream internally as I clock out and race out of the clinic. I'm going to be late !" "Hyunseok(a/n, yes I know it's the name of a VROMANCE member but none of hobis nicknames would work as a name on it's own), wait!" Kai calls out as I rush past him in the parking lot. Kai is a tall man with rippling muscles trying to break through his scrubs, with tan skin and the sexiest tattoos on his arms and chest. He is the cute radiology tech every girl was pinning over. But like every sexy man, he's trouble; a known playboy who had all the girls and fem-males in the clinic wrapped around his finger and for good reason too. The man knew how to bend you over a desk and make you his slut. "Sorry Kai, but I'm late for picking up min-jun!" I call out breathlessly as I scramble to the bike racks . "Doesn't ji-hu usually pick him up?" he chuckles as he trots over and watches me put on my helmet . "Yes , but he's out of town visiting family for a few days which means I have to pick him up," I smile impatiently, unlocking the bike. He was actually on business with some werewolves but I was not about to tell Kai that he was running from his ex, a dragon King hellbent on dragging him back to his kingdom. Being on the run, he and I both changed our names. His name used to be park jimin and is now park ji-hu, I used to be Jung Hoseok and now I'm Jung Hyunseok a name a borrowed from a friend would is now passed. "Well how about I give you a ride to the daycare center," he says, giving me his mischievous grin. "And then maybe we can talk about you going to dinner with me tomorrow night? Say 7 o'clock?" I have to physically restrain myself from reaching over and smacking him over the head with my bike lock. Kai and I had fooled around a few times before but I had always made it clear that this was just a business transaction. No feelings, just a good fuck. That was the deal. "Kai," I sigh, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. "We have a good thing. Don't ruin it, please. I'm not looking for anything else," I shrug unapologetically. "I'm not interested in a relationship." "Oh come on hyunseok" he smirks. "You know I'm crazy about you ... Look I know I have a reputation but I'm not lying. You're amazing ... different from every other person in this God forsaken town" I frown at him. Does he take me for an idiot? He is literally a walking red flag! "Kai, stop it. I'm not interested." "I could take care of you and min-jun" He murmurs, his finger grazing my arms and I shiver in annoyance. "If you let me. Don't you want min-jun to have a dad?" I don't need anyone to take care of me. Min-jun and I were just fine on our own. Min-jun didn't need a father. He had me... "I'm sorry Kai, but I really have to go," I shrug, pushing past him and climbing on the bike. "will you at least think about it?" He shouts as I pedal away and I fail to respond . Oh Hoseok.... I mutter to myself. What the fuck did you get yourself into? I push aside my thoughts about Kai and try to figure out what to do with min-jun while I'm working my shift at The Moon Lounge. The only other people I know are Namjoon hyung and Jin hyung .... Does Jin hyung work tonight? Fuck I can't remember. I curse Mrs. Lee my last patient for talking her head off during our visit, and rush into the building. Through the large glass window, I peer into the classroom and see my little boy hard at work on a coloring book, his little green backpack already on his shoulders . My heart skips a beat as I watch him color, his eyes furrowed in concentration and his little brown curls hanging low over his forehead. Sensing my stare, min-jun looks up at me and smiles with excitement, closing his book and jumping out of his seat . I rush into the classroom and get down on my knees, spreading my arms out wide to receive him. He collides right into me, nearly knocking me back "eomma what are you doing here?" He giggles excitedly. "Where's uncle jimin?" I push back his curls from his face and stare into his beautiful big eyes. They were unlike the eyes of any other, one eye being a gorgeous shade of cerulean and the other being the envy of chocolate with swirls of brown and amber. Heterchromia wasn't all that common and my min-jun's eyes were the talk of the town when he was first born. He was the little blue and brown eyed boy everyone loved. I hear footsteps behind me and smile apologetically at the frowning teacher. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Song. I had a patient today whom I could just not get rid of!" I chuckle nervously. Mrs. Song sighs heavily. "You are very lucky Mr. Jung ...." She says sternly before her grin gives her away. "That young Mr. Jung here," she says, wiggling her eyebrows at min-jun. "Is a delight to have around and knows how to keep a lady company ." Min-jun smiles proudly at me as I lift him into my arms. "Thank you so much , Mrs. Song, for looking after him," I smile . "My pleasure," she smiles back as I turn towards the door. "And Hyunseok?" She calls out. I turn towards her again. "Yes?" I respond "You're doing a great job. Don't forget that." I close my eyes to keep my tears in. It was my biggest fear to fail min-jun. He deserved the world and I sometimes felt I could not give him enough. "Thank you," I whisper, pushing the door open with my foot. I carry Min-jun down to the bike racks, forcing back my tears and putting on a smile for my little boy. He didn't need to see his eomma cry. "Eomma, where is uncle jimin?" Min-jun asks as I set him down on the child carrier. "He, 내 사랑( my love) is on a trip," I reply, strapping on his helmet. "Which means it's just you and me for a couple of days." He gives me a cheeky grin. "Can we have chicken nuggets for dinner?" I smile at him as I pull out my phone and dial Jin hyungs number. "Maybe," I grin. "Hello?" Jin hyungs voice comes through. "Hey Jin hyung, it's hyunseok" I sigh, praying to whatever Gods exist that he wasn't working tonight. "Do you think you could watch min-jun tonight? Ji-hu hyung is out of town and I need a babysitter." "I'm not a baby!" Min-jun huffs in his seat. "Right, I need a little man sitter," I laugh. "Do you think you could love that boy to bits!" Oh thank the Gods! We make arrangements and I hop on the bike, min-jun stretching out his arms to feel the wind rushing past us. After a quick pedal to the outskirts of Busan, I finally make it to the house. I pack Min-jun's things in his backpack and change out of my scrubs and into an all black outfit. I would change into my uniform once I got to the club. There was no way in hell I was riding my bike around in those shorts. Min-jun comes rushing into the living room, his helmet on backwards. "Eomma, look! I did it all by myself," he smiles proudly. I can't help but laugh as I unbuckle his helmet and put it on the right way. "There we go," I chirp, helping him back into his seat . "You're going to Jin and Namjoon's tonight, okay? So I need you to behave. Can you do that?" He gives me a quick nod and I hand him an apple juice. I pedal down to the town center where Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung live . They are two coworkers from the nightclub . Jin hyung was a server like me and Namjoon hyung was a bartender. I pull up to their apartment and help min-jun out of his seat. He skips ahead and knocks on the door while I tie up the bike. Jin hyung answers "How's my cute little 드림캐쳐(dreamcatcher)" he smiles as Jin hyung showers his chubby cheeks with kisses. He waves me inside and closes the door behind me. An incredible smell fills the entire house and I look over into the small kitchen to see a woman hard at work over the stove. She is no more than 5 foot 6, with long brown hair and dark kind eyes. The woman notices me admiring her beauty, blushing furiously and waving politely at me. Realizing I'm being rude, I wave back and introduce myself . "Hi, I'm Hyunseok, Jin and Namjoon's friend." The woman smiles and nods but says nothing. "Oh my bad, sunshine" Jin hyung laughs. "This is our friend ji-won. She's deaf and mute so... " "She's dead!? Min-jun asks curiously, looking back at ji-won. "She doesn't look like a ghost to me." Jin hyung and I can't help but burst out laughing at his innocence. "No jagi, she's DEAF and mute. It means she can't hear you or speak," I explain to him, ruffling up his hair. I walk over to the woman and point to myself. She watches as I hook my two thumbs together and pull them apart , using my fingers to sign my name. I slide my palms across each other, then bring my two pointer fingers together and finally point at her. Her eyes brighten up as I finish and I hear Jin hyung cry out excitedly . "You know how to sign? Since when? What did you say?" he asks. I just said "I am Hyunseok. Nice to meet you," I shrug . "I work with a couple deaf patients and learned some basic signs to make them feel more comfortable." "You have to teach me," Jin hyung says. "She and her son are staying with us until they can get their own place and they are both mute. We've just been writing to each other to get by." "Oh , where's the son?" I ask, looking around for another visitor. "You just missed him," Jin hyung blushes . "He's with namjoon at the club and let me tell you, HE'S HOT! LIKE HOT, HOT! Oh hyunseok, you should see him with ji-won. It's the most adorable thing ever. He's so sweet and did I mention that he's HOT!" Jin hyung giggles like a schoolgirl . "I call dibs! I mean it, Seokie. Don't be using your wide eyed gwangju country boy charm on him!" He scolds. I roll my eyes and shake my head at him. "I wouldn't dream of it ," I sigh , grabbing my keys and helmet . "Thank you for watching min-jun for me. You're a lifesaver." "Any time!" He calls out after me as I leave. I bike over to the club in the middle of town, storing the bike in the racks directly behind the building. THE MOON LOUNGE is a prestigious club, it's a branch of the main moon lounge in seoul and it's where some of the town's more prominent members liked to gather. Why? Simple. The Dress Code. Everyone who entered the building had to wear a mask to hide their identity. It could be any mask. Some wore flamboyant ones, some wore ones you could get at your local Halloween stores. No mask, no entrance. The purpose was simple. Clients could come and go as they pleased without fear of being judged by the public and the staff, specifically the dancers, could work without being labeled as sluts or prostitutes. It was a win - win for everyone and it worked brilliantly. I personally loved trying to guess who was who under all the masks. Judging by the tips and drinks that were ordered, I knew some of the city council members were regulars and I could only assume police officers, doctors, teachers, and others frequented the place. Before entering the building, I put on a plain purple masquerade mask and grab my uniform, going straight to the changing room and exchanging my black top and jeans for a skimpy work uniform. We had themes every week for practically every fetish, ranging from full body leather suits to sexy schoolgirl uniforms. My uniform looked like something Ciel would wear, (you know the second main character it black butler) but instead of blue or purple it was just plain black. It was a button up vest, a bow chocker, a tailcoat, and a peice of black fabric I barely considered shorts. A garter belt , knee high socks, and shoes with a two inch heel completed the look and I touch up my makeup in the mirror. It was moments like these that I really loved the mask rule. Annoyed with my outfit and mentally preparing myself to fight off drunkards all night, I walk out to the club hall, the music nearly blowing out my ear drums. The Moon Lounge was a two tier nightclub with the upper level containing private tables for high ranking clients and stage for main dancers, side stages for other exotic dancers, tables for more clients, and the large dance floor. I pass by min-gi, the club owner's office and see him talking to both Namjoon hyung and a man I'd never seen before. His back is to me so I can't make out his face, but just from where he sat, I could tell he was tall and built well, his muscles barely hidden by his black t - shirt. He must be ji-won's son ... I think to myself as I walk over to the bar. The bouncers and security were already helping set up the bar, bringing in ice buckets and restocking the drinks and chasers. The dancers are already on stage warming up and preparing for their routines. Irene, one of the servers, squeals excitedly as she runs over to me . "OMG ! OMG! OMG! Have you seen the guy Namjoon-ssi brought in yet?" She asks, bouncing on her toes . "No," I grin at her contagious smile . "But I hear he's a real work of art." "He's a GOD, Hyunseok. A GOD!" "Watch it" I smirk . "Jin hyung called dibs." "But he didn't," she smirks, adjusting her bralette and shaking her breasts. "Oh just wait till you see him," she teases. "Your dick will be at attention and your uterine entrance will be soaked. That man is FINE!" The lights dim and the security guards scramble to open the doors. Two bouncers start letting people in and I finally see Namjoon hyung come out of min-ji's office towards his station. His friend, however, remains in the office, signing paperwork. Irene and I rush over to Namjoon hyung, slamming our trays on the bar. "Okay Namjoon-ssi, spill," Irene demands. "Who is that fine hunk of man you brought?" Namjoon hyung smirks triumphantly. "That my dears, is taehyung. He's the new security guard replacing hoshi." "Taehyung" Irene purrs, biting her lower lip. "Oh , I could definitely moan that all night." "You disgust me," Namjoon hyung retorts. Irene grinning from ear to ear. "Introduce me" irene pouts, batting her eyelashes at him . "Please!" She begs "No can do" Namjoon hyung sighs. "He's mute. So he can't even introduce himself." "OMG, a man who can't talk back or lie to me!" Irene squeals again. "Dear Lord, he's perfect!" Namjoon hyung rolls his eyes and shoos us to go get orders from the drinks and fighting touchy clients from grabbing at the bare part of my ass cheeks that's exposed by the shorts. One particular client, whom I'll refer to as Bond Asswipe due to his attire, requests my services on the table . "Sorry, sir. I'm not a dancer," I reply politely. There was nothing wrong with being a stripper in my books. I just simply wasn't one of them. "I can refill your drink if you like. Do you have a poison of choice .. ?" He wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls me to him so that I almost land on his lap. "Get on the table, bitch. I want to see what that cute little ass of yours can do." Having worked at this nightclub for well over two years, I was used to being asked to dance. "I'm a waiter, sir," I smile through my anger. "But I'd be more than happy to call you a dancer ... " "I said dance," he roars, pushing me against the table. Suddenly, I hear a low growl rumble over the music, sending shivers down my spine. Bond Asswipe lets go of my wrist and stares at something behind me, sobering up instantly and gulping loudly. I tremble in fear. In my lifetime, I had only ever heard one type of person make a sound as menacing as that, and they worshiped the moon and took the shape of a wolf. "I - I'm sorry sir" Bond Asswipe stutters, throwing me some cash. "I mistook you for a whore." The mysterious person behind me pushes past me and I realize it's Taehyung, Namjoon hyung's friend. He grabs Bond Asswipe by the collar, dragging him towards the exit and literally kicking his ass out. Several people gawk and stare at Taehyung as he dusts his hands off while I fight back tears.... Because as his hands had pushed past me to grab Bond Asswipe, our skin briefly touched and I felt those unforgettable sparks I dreaded so much. I feel taehyung's eyes on me, and I look up to meet his, the entire nightclub fading away into oblivion. "Mate" he mouths silently, his lips curving into a surprised smile. "No ," I whimper, backing away slowly as my heart pounds in my chest . "Not again ... "
