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"Hoseooook! Why weren't you at work yesterday? Boss-nim said it was because you were feeling 'under the weather' but those bruises say otherwise." Jimin asked, poking at the bruises on Hoseok's hips.

It was the next day, and all the performers were backstage. No one had the guts to go up and ask him why he was gone, but they all had suspicions. Except Jimin, who was pretty nosy when he wanted to be.

"Why does it matter to you, Jimin?" Hoseok rolled his eyes, looking at them in a mirror.

"Because I'm your best friend, Hoseokie-hyung!" Jimin said, poking at him more. He had to admit, they were nice. Those were marks of a good fucking, right there.

"Ow! Stop that, Jimin!" Hoseok whined, and grabbed some makeup to start covering his bruises before he had to go onstage. Even as a stripper, he didn't want to appear too trashy. Not that this was a trashy establishment.

"Where'd they come from? Did they come from Jungkookie?" Jimin was persistent, as always.

"Jesu- fine! They came from Jungkook!" Hoseok huffed, and instantly, the entire room was filled with squeals and 'ooooh!'s of excitement and teasing.

Hoseok blushed, and dabbed the makeup sponge at his hips, not saying anything. He was a private man, and this was not what he was anticipating.

"What was it like?" Jimin had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. "How big is he?"

"Well, he put me under house arrest yesterday, and I don't even live with him!" He was trying to skirt around the topic.

"You know that's not what I asked."

"Fine! He's big, okay?" Hoseok's face was beet red at this point.

"Was it fun? What is he like?"

"I do-"

Hoseok was interrupted as a hand landed on his ass, and a smack sounded through the room.

"Now now, don't go telling people how I fucked you until you cried in overstim." Jungkook said lowly, just loud enough for Hoseok and Jimin to hear.

"I ship it." Jimin whispered, then scampered off before Jungkook could yell at him.

"Jungkook!" Hoseok's face was an even brighter red.

"What? I'm just showing what's mine." He shrugged, and turned Hoseok to stand in front of the full-body mirror, Jungkook behind him.

Hoseok was still covering up the bruises to look like his natural skin and not just makeup covering something. 

Jungkook just admires the elder, drifting his hands up and down the male, and massaged his butt cheeks slightly, since he noticed he was tense.

His face was still flushed, and he looked at Jungkook in the mirror, "Isn't this inappropriate? Since you're my boss?"

"I mean, maybe in an office setting. It's not illegal, just kind of frowned upon. There's no dating rule on employees here and I did that because it's a strip club. Besides, those rules are stupid. If you love someone, then do anything you can to be with them- as long as they consent, that is."

Hoseok nodded, staring at his reflection. Now finished with covering up his bruises, he looked normal again.

And he realized, he liked how he looked when he had Jungkook's marks of affection on his body. 

Suddenly, a thought popped into his head.

"But Jungkook.." he started, "Is it just lust, or do you actually like me?"