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Hoseok grumbled, reaching a hand over to grab his phone. Whoever called him woke him up, and he wasn't happy about it. Who the fuck had the audacity to call him at three in the afternoon on his day off?
"What?" he hissed, seeing it was Jimin.
"Hyung! Are you still asleep?!" Came Jimin's energetic voice.
"What do you want? I'm tired.. You sound like you have so much energy.. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Hoseok grumbled, closing his eyes as he spoke.
"Well.. since the club is closed today, some of the other people from the club are going out. Do you want to come with?" Jimin asked.
"Hm.. what would we be doing?"
"We're going to a club. I know, we have the day off from working at one, and we go to another one." Jimin laughed. "We all want to get some drinks and dance. You in, dance major?" His tone was taunting, almost challenging.
Hoseok rubbed a hand over his face.
"Why the fuck not. When are we meeting?"
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"Woooooo! Yea ladies!!" Their group called out, cheering on Chaerin and Jieun as they danced with each other. Everyone was well past the state of drunk by now. Tomorrow was going to be hell, and it was only 11 pm.
Hoseok was laughing. He cheered on the girls, raising his glass. He loved a good party night. He was just about to go join on the dance floor, when he felt a hand slide across his lower back, and grip his waist. Hoseok spun around so fast, he nearly got whiplash.
It was Jungkook.
"Damn. How'd I know you all were going to be here?" He asked and Hoseok shrugged, but Jimin laughed.
"We always come here, that's why. Are you here to join us?" Jimin was casual, and that made Hoseok wonder. Was this a normal thing? He had never had a boss so casual with the people he employed.
"Of course! Why else would I be here?
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Hoseok woke up, bringing his hands to his eyes to rub out the blurriness. He felt like he slept for a month. That's how well-rested he felt.Once he finally opened his eyes, he frowned.
Where the hell was he? No wonder he felt so good. It wasn't his shitty mattress.
He definitely wasn't in his room. The ceiling was light gray/off white, and the sheets felt much nicer than his own. He was practically sinking into the bed. He felt an arm around him, warming him up. The cologne swarming his senses made his insides melt. It smelled very familiar too.
He couldn't see the face of the man. He could tell it was a man, too. But he couldn't see him just yet, so he looked around the room. The walls were gray, and there were various accents of dark blue around the room. There was a black couch across the large bedroom, and random photos hanging up. There were matching lamps, both stand-up and table ones around the room as well. Whoever's room this is.. they had a good interior designer.
It was about now Hoseok realized he was naked, and so was the man next to him. He shifted a little, turning his body so he could see who the man was. He honestly couldn't remember much from yesterday after Jungkook got there.
When he turned enough to see who was next to him, he nearly screamed, but managed to stuff a hand over his mouth to contain it, the only sound making it out of his mouth was a strangled whimper.
