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Hoseok laid his head on the counter of the bar. They had just closed. It was three a.m. He definitely had not prepared very well for the hours of this job.

Yoongi reaches over, and patted his head. "You did good today. Welcome to the family."

"Thank you, Hyung. How was your job today?" Hoseok raised his head, smiling sleepily at the older. He liked the bartender, he was always nice.

"It was good. Namjoon was here as always, along with Jin, Jimin's client."

"Does he only come here for Jimin?" Hoseok recalled seeing him for a brief moment.

"Yea. He isn't interested in anyone else. Half the time he has Jimin against a wall with his tongue shoved down his throat so everyone knows that Jimin is his. Honestly, why hasn't Jin asked him to date him yet?" Yoongi asked, though it wasn't towards Hoseok. More like towards the world.

"Yoongi-hyung don't be like that." Came Jimin's voice as he walked out of the private rooms. He was wearing a fuzzy black robe, which all strippers were given and stocked in their personal private room. Every performer has one, and Hoseok is wearing his as well.

"It's an honest question! He's basically your sugar daddy by now!"

Jimin flushes, and plopped down next to Hoseok. "I don't know. I'm not going to ask him either. I don't want to lose him, for a few reasons."

"Because he pays your bills." Yoongi deadpanned, and Hoseok laughed.

Taehyung walked out of the private section as well. His office was by the private rooms. He wasn't in there often. He slapped a large pile of paper on the bar.

"All the contracts from tonight, and the money is in my office."

"Damn." Came Hoseok's reply. At the Red Lotus, you have to sign a contract after you pay to ensure that you will be responsible and won't hurt or abuse the stripper, so if you do, you will be sued. All part of Jungkook's employee respect system.

Most of the other employees left, except for the four. Yoongi was cleaning up the bar, and washing glasses. Taehyung was going through contracts and money, and Jimin and Hoseok were just lazy and gathering energy to get dressed and go home.

Hoseok was nearly falling asleep as he sat here, so he sighed deeply, and stood up. "I'm gonna get dressed and head home. See you later."

The other three males waved, and Hoseok walked to the locker room. He quickly changed, and grabbed his bag. He opened the door to leave, and nearly ran into his boss.

Hoseok let out a small shriek of surprise, and Jungkook looked shocked for a moment, before smiling kindly. He didn't want to piss off his boss.

"Hello, Hoseok. You did amazing tonight. Are you leaving?"

A nod. "Thank you so much, sunbaenim. Yes, I need some sleep."

"Do you have a ride?"

"No. I'll just walk, since the busses don't run at this time."

The corners of Jungkook's mouth went down for a moment, before returning back to normal.

"Would you like me to drive you?"

"Wh- that's.. that's not necessary, Mr. Jeon.." Hoseok was shocked. He knew Mr. Jeon was kind, but he simply wasn't expecting that.

"That's not what I asked."

Hoseok shivered, his back straightening. The low voice of the younger shocked him.

"Uh.. yes sir. I would appreciate it if you would drive me." Hoseok said, his voice smaller than usual. He didn't quite meet Jungkook's eyes. He wasn't sure what pushed him to say yes.

"See? Was that so hard? Anyways, I don't want you walking alone at night. It's dangerous." Jungkook said with a chuckle. "Let's go, I'm ready to leave."

Hoseok nods, and follows his boss outside the building. He was led to a Tesla Roadster.

Hoseok's eyes widened. "Woah.. how did you get a car like this?"

"Ah, well owning the club has a lot money involved." Was his boss' answer.

"It's so pretty.." Of course, the man was richer than a lot of people in Korea. He had the money to spend on things like this.

"I know. That's why I got it." Jungkook hit a button on the key remote, and both the passenger and driver doors opened, and rose up.

Hoseok got in the car, and closed the door, Jungkook doing the same. He started the car, and smiled at the pretty hum that the vehicle made. Jungkook pulled out of the parking lot. "Which way is your place?"

"My place is that way," Hoseok pointed one way, and Jungkook turned in the direction Hoseok pointed. They settled in a comfortable silence as he drove.

A few minutes later, Jungkook spoke.

"You did really well tonight. I'm proud of you." He had already told him this, but he had to reiterate it. The performance simply blew everyone out of the water.

Hoseok blushed pink, "Thank you. I'm happy with my performance. I'm glad it went well."

After a few more minutes of directions, Jungkook pulled up to Hoseok's apartment complex.

"Thank you for driving me home, Mr. Jeon." Hoseok smiled his heart-smile at the younger male.

"Of course, but please, Hoseok, call me Jungkook." He said, looking Hoseok in the eyes.

Hoseok felt a shiver go down his spine. "O-okay, Jungkook. See you later today."

Jungkook smiled as the older male got out of his car, and walked to the building. Before he walked in, Hoseok turned around and waved at him, then went inside. Jungkook couldn't help but keep his eyes on the older's ass the entire time.

Now time for him to go get some much-needed sleep. They were open six days a week, and he held practice at the bar, knowing that it could be hard to go find a studio, or have one in your home.

They had practice at noon until four, and then they opened at seven, and closed at three.

It was hard to find a person to help choreograph and at the same time that they practice, but after long and hard searching, he got someone. His name was Hoshi, and somehow he was able to choreograph so many performances. It honestly shocked Jungkook.

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"Jimin, Mark! Stop messing around!" Hoshi yelled, and clapped his hands, bringing all the dancers to attention. They stood in front of their respective poles, and watched the man.

"Okay, I have a small routine, for practice. I'll say all the moves, and then you can practice on your own for a bit. Do you all have your own routines ready for tonight?"

A chorus of nods and hums of affirmation.

"Alright. Listen closely. Russian splits, hip lock, spider, tail drop, and jade splits. Remember that?"

More nods.

"Good. You may start."