It's Our Secret Angel~

I Can Only See You~

Hoseok wasn't exactly sure how he had ended up here, but he wasn't about to turn around. As sick as he was feeling about the situation, he felt like he had to explain himself, and somehow make Jimin feel more comfortable around him. Whether that was or wasn't for his personal gain, his mind wouldn't let the idea slip. Which is how he found himself ordering a drink at the bar where Jimin works his late nights.

There was another dancer filling up the stage currently. He was taller than Jimin with a bigger build, and somehow looked strangely familiar. Hoseok couldn't really figure it out. Though he did find his eyes locked onto the boys almost completely naked body. Even what was barely being covered by material was basically just as visible as his shining skin.

Hoseok wasn't sure how many drinks he had consumed by this point but his vision was beginning to blur due to the overstimulating lights. The cheers and voices around him all just sounded like white noise as he waited for the orange haired boy.

He knew he had drunk way too much for conversing, but his nerves had gotten the better of him. Secretly he wishes that Seokjin had been here to look after him, but he didn't want anyone to know he was here right now. Apart from Jimin of course. Jimin was the whole reason he was sitting alone watching half naked men show off their built frames.

It was then that he came into view. The orange haired boy which Hoseok had not been able to rid from him mind. The slender, yet strong figure grabbed the tall metal pole and swung himself around it like it was nothing, and Hoseok realised just how far he has fallen.

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Jimin felt the same as he usually did when entering the stage. The same rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins, giving him that extra push to show off and impress the eyes of all those who stare him. And yet today there was something else plaguing his mind. He had tried to forget it, but the thought of possible dislike or disapproval plagued him heavily.

Jungkook had given him an extra pep talk today since it would be the first show since his work drama. He was really thankful towards his best friend for being extra supportive, but his words wouldn't take this worrisome feeling away. No matter how much he told Jimin everything would be okay, he didn't feel okay.

Even with his doubt filled mind he moved out into the warm heat of the club with his body openly exposed for everyone's peering eyes. As he stepped out from the chilled side the cheers smothered him like a sweet, supporting melody. Jimin could feel his blood pumping with excitement as he wrapped his hand around the heated steel pole.

He did the same basic routine at first. Playing around with the audience, teasing them, while on the lookout for anyone worth his time. Then winging around the pole while his body got hotter and his thoughts were able to slip away into something much more blissful.

The crowd loved it. They didn't care about it being the same every time. Their eyes were still just as lust filled as usual. He could see some of them practically drooling whilst he moved himself seductively on the stage. Every glance gave him a little more strength to push the limits of himself.

That was until he saw a certain pair of eyes. They were similar to the others, but had a distinct difference. There was something more than just lust in those eyes, and it made him shiver. It was hard to fully see his face from here, but Jimin wanted to know just who it was sitting alone at the bar, looking at him like that.

He could feel a definite straining against his already tight pants and it motivated him to hurry up the show, and make the most of what time he had.

At the same time there was also this sickening feeling. He didn't want to make a mistake like that ever again. Though he ignored it all since right now he didn't want to have to think, he just wanted to feel.