The Mistress's 1st Maknae.

2. There's a good boy!

Why must you always have to smile and do what everyone else wants. Why can't you just call the shots for a while. The team have just put on one of their best stages, with all the tricks and treats and for free. The government needs to take a step back, and a laugh rumbles in your chest. 'Just wait until the morning.' The team has discussed this at length.
In two different camps with the announcements and how they feel about it. 1 side, don't give a flying fuck what the government goons think. The others, would love to be sat around when they have to hear the news from the company website and the fans. You are firmly in the fuck you camp. Going to service was never an option. Yes, the country look up to you and you are all role models, fuck, there's now a hashtag paved the way. The way the government get involved in things they don't need to and avoid other important stuff is insane. At the beginning of the groups rise in popularity, Bang had set the tone, "when the time is right, when you all agree, there will be a break of 2, maybe 3yrs, this time will be used for service and personal development out with the group. You can start putting your own ideas into place now, but know that 18moths of that time will be totally military lead". That was almost 5 years ago. Another rumble of laughter, this time it makes it past your lips, 'the goons tried to stop us going. Haha fuck you ass holes'.

It's been less than 2 days since the stage in Busan, but the work continues. Endless recording, wardrobe changes, so it looks like things have been filmed over many days, but there is so much to do, that most days you all sleep at company.
After what feels like 2 months of work, in reality its only three weeks, there's an 8 day lull. Yes, your still filming content and going to photo shoots and all the usual work schedules, but you get to sleep at home for the next week. You send a message to your brother, "I'm heading home, bring him"
The next few hours are spent on a walk with Bam. One of your happy places. He listens and loves to play. Having a dog has given you a feeling of control. You have to care for it, love it and train it. The animal needs these things or what is the point of it. You really enjoy being the one to do the bossing around. Sometimes you feel like the company's pet. You stand, sit, dance and sing all when they say. You love your life and job, you really do, but it's starting to loose its sparkle. Its been hard work and you want to get to a place where is special again. This up coming break is going to be worth it. Once home you clean Bam up, wash his paws and dry his fur. You tell him, "Bam, house" he knows he cant come out until you say. It's simple but effective. Rules. Everyone needs rules.
Time for you to wash up.
The only time you are truly alone, when your in a shower.

You make some food and chill out with Bam, both sleeping on the sofa. When you wake up it's because Bam needs walked. He's already been to the wet room. But he needs to run around. Getting into the car, it's a short drive to the field. While he runs around, your mind starts to think about the next few months. Some members have already started on their own journeys. You feel lucky that your schedules aren't set until later, you have your down time first. Bringing out your phone you send a few messages to your friends. Planning hang outs.
It's not a productive use of your time but it is necessary for your mind.

Drinks with MG later, he's always a good laugh. He's even booked you into a club. It's members only, so everyone is N.D.A'd, no gossip, no pictures, no worries. Your not sure if your going to go but it sounds fun.

The club is awesome.
It's in an out of the way suburb of Myeongdong. As it's a market area, filled with young locals and tourists looking for trendy clothes and a good night out, most people aren't thinking there's going to be a secret night club for the rich and famous. It's the perfect cover.
Once inside, your eyes adjust. The red lights of the dance floor, hint at the people dancing. MG takes you to his booth. From this vantage point, you can see the dance floor, the Dj and the bar. A host brings some drinks and leaves. The music is good. A mix of what's in the charts here and overseas. You spot a few faces you recognise. "Ming, this place is brilliant, but the women, are they not just here to get with an idol or actor?" He laughs and says, "Guk, it's not just the women, looking for guys, there are actresses and female idols that come here too." Looking around you see some of the females, they do look familiar. 'Huh, I would never have thought about it that way, shame on me' you remind yourself that the world is a lot bigger than the training room.

A few drinks later and you have relaxed into the club. Your feeling like you want to dance but your still not sure. Mingyu can see your on the fence and decides to push you off with both hands, "look, just take a walk around, see how you feel, you never know, you might actually enjoy yourself"
"I'm gonna use the restroom and take it from there" you reply.
Locating the restroom from your high booth, it's just off to the right of the bar. You plan out the route your going to take. Always make a plan.
Some of the partiers recognise you. Head down.
But then you remember, everyone here is secure. No one can talk about it to anyone else. But they can talk to each other and then see you outside of the club and know you had been there. Still. You haven't done anything but have a drink with your friend.
Once in the bathroom stall. You let out a breath you didn't realise you where holding.

Washing your hands and checking yourself in the mirror, "look, just take a walk around the floor, for one song, then head back up, you need to be more open, come on JK!" your own pep talk. Thank goodness no one in here to hear you.

The tune that's on is a good one, "the weekend. " The dance floor is in full sway. And you feel yourself getting drawn to it. 'Just go with the flow,' you tell yourself. Staying to the outer edge, someone grabs your hands and places them on her hips. Shit, panic, what do I do? It's as if she heard you, putting her own hands on top of yours, looking at you over her shoulder, she says, "hey, hold on to me ok, go with the flow" her eyes, they look almost ethereal. Are they contacts. You haven't moved your hands, but you have stepped closer and are swaying with her. Once she realises you're going to stay, she turns around and places her arms on your shoulders and hands behind your neck.
"There, see, you know what to do," both moving to the same rhythm. You feel braver and take another step closer. She did, too, and now your hips are touching. You have moved your hands to the bottom of her back. This feels so good. To be free and able to enjoy something so simple as dancing with a female. A bashful smile spreads on your face, and without thinking, you put your head into the crook of her neck to hide it. "Hey, you OK there?" Her voice meets your ear. The vibrations travel down to your dick. "Darlin, don't worry about me," her perfume washed over you, her fingers now holding your hair a little tightly. "Did you just call me darlin? I'm no ones darlin." She seems annoyed. She steps back but just enough to see your face. "But, you could make me your darlin if you wanted to" her hands holding your face, "if I was your darlin, you can make me do anything!"
"I could? You mean I could tell you to sit and you would? I can have you bring me dinner?" She laughs, "No, I'm not a pet or a girlfriend. But I'm open to doing other stuff. "Istill dancing the song changes. The tempo is a lot faster, and the crown starts to bounce. "Here, take my codes, call me," she turns and disappears into the masses.