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FRICKETY HE C C IM GOING TO WARPED TOU R

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"Jeongguk! My baby!" a shrill, woman's voice called out.

Jungkook looked unamused. He hugged his mom, patting her back politely. He was a nice son, but he was sick of his mother. She wanted a part in everything he did, and not because she cared about him. She just wanted control over his life. She did love him though, she just had different ways of showing it.

Jeon Myung. A business woman, aged 45. She had been very controlling of Jungkook's life when he was younger, and wanted a part in everything. She had even tried to weasel her way into his club.

Jungkook didn't allow that. After growing up with her, he was sick of her being in his business. He literally cussed her out in front of every employee at the club at the time. She had backed away for a while, and now she was back.

After coddling her son for a moment, the woman turned to Hoseok and tilted her head.

"Who are you?" Her voice was judgemental, but her eyes were curious.

Jungkook sighed, "The friend I have over, mom. The one you wanted to meet."

"Oh.. well hi. It's nice to meet you." Her demeanor changed, and she was welcoming. She was protective over her son, even though she tried to ruin his business. In her head, he will always be the little boy running to mommy.

Hoseok bowed a little, "Nice to me you too, Mrs. Jeon."

"Ah~ a man who knows to respect a woman. I like it." She had the same gummy smile he did, and it made Hoseok smile. He liked her, actually.

Hoseok's face flushed a little, and he smiled lightly. "Jungkook, I have to get home to get ready for later, I'm gonna-"

"I'm driving you, hyung." Jungkook interrupted. Anything to get out of his mothers clutches.

"No, that's not-"

"Same reason I drove you home last week. No arguing."

"Jeongguk! You need to have more respect for you elders!" His mother scolded him.

"Be quiet mother." He shot back, and grabbed his keys off the counter, and walked out of the kitchen, gripping Hoseok's wrist on his way out.

Hoseok made a noise of surprise, but followed without resistance. They reached the door, and slipped their shoes on, and left the house.

"I'm sorry about my mother." Jungkook said apologetically as he unlocked his car.

"Oh it's fine, don't worry! She's just.. a mother hen, I guess." Hoseok commented as he got in the car. She seemed like his own mother, but his wasn't all in his business.

"An annoying intrusive bitch, is what she is." He grunted, and started to drive.

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"Here Hoseok, you forgot your jacket at my house."

"I didn't necessarily forget, you dragged me out trying to get away from your mom." He pointed out, and grabbed the jacket from Jungkook.

"That isn't the point, hyung." Jungkook smiled, "We should get together another time." he teased, and Hoseok flushed.

Hoseok had expected it to be awkward after they slept together. It wasn't though, which he was happy for, since if it was awkward, he could get fired. He actually liked this job, so he didn't want to be fired.

Jimin slid up to Hoseok, and wrapped his arm around the older. "What? You were at Jungkookie's House? Whatever for?"

"W-uh.. we.." Hoseok stuttered. Although he was a stripper, he liked to be private about his life, especially the private parts about his life..

"Why do you want to know, Jimin-ssi?" Jungkook asked. His eyes flitted between Jimin and his arm around Hoseok. He didn't like that. His arm should be around him-

Wait, what?

Why was he thinking that?