{EDITING while POSTING} A Prostitute and A Business man {VKook}

11 }{ Monday

Taehyung woke up around 3 in the afternoon. The golden sun shining through the sheer curtains on the window. It hurt his eyes. He squinted and tapped around the bed, noticing that there wasn't another body with him, he sat up slowly and looked around. Sungjae still wasn't in the room.

"Did he sleep at his desk again? He knows that its bad for him."

He pouted again. He didn't like that his boyfriend didn't come to bed with him. Taehyung pulled the covers off of him and walked into the kitchen to make some breakfast. No sign of Sungjae still.

"Not even a damn note..."

Tae was used to waking up alone every now and then, but the male in question always said that it was work related and it couldn't be helped with unless he did it himself. They had some fights about this before, and every time Tae would forgive him and let it slide. He was just about done with cooking some bacon and fried tice when he heard the slight clicking and keys rattling behind the front door. He knew he was home.

"Welcome ba-...ck"

Sungjae looked like he got hit by a bus. There was some red marks on his neck, bruises on his arms, and his hair was a scattered mess. His face showed how tired he was from his droopy eyes and the hazed look that he was drunk evident in the strong hard liquor stench that clouded his body and clothes and glassy look in his slow shifty eyes.

"You went out?!"

"Whatssss it to yYoouuUuU?"

"AND you're still drunk! What the hell Sungjae? I thought we agreed no more going to parties and clubs on the one day we can relax from that kind of atmosphere until we go back to our own club?"

"I maY woOrK as ThE baRtenDeR but I cAn't DRrrInK my owN on the joB! Now cAannn IiiIii?"

Taehyung sighed and shook his head. He knew better than to talk to him in this state. He wouldn't be able to answer him properly, let alone say words correctly. So he took a plate of his food and ate his breakfast on a stool at a tall counter. Sungjae took his shoes off and fell on the couch. Completely knocked out.

"Well so much for helping me patch up ya dick head"

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Jungkook was up all night after returning home from the club and thought over of what happened. He got a job to clear out a prostitute club, okay. He found out the main source of money influx is from a sole prostitute, sure. He remains sober even after taking on an alcohol heavy drink and goes into a room to get laid.....by a male. Jungkook had only been treated with girls, but that didn't mean he didn't sleep with any guys at all. It was a new feeling, with a different atmosphere and tension. He wasn't sure why he couldn't sleep, maybe it was because of the dude? Or maybe how the staff worked? It was very confusing from how normal joints worked. So he decided to some research.

"Hyun-ki come in please"

His butler came in and stood near Jungkook, not making eye contact.

"I need you to do some digging on the business I went to last night, something's bothering me and I don't know what it is"

"Where do you want me to start?"

"Start with the staff, especially the prostitute employees and bartenders"

"On it, anything else?"