Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Dionysus

An hour later, I'm driving Hoseok across town under the dark veil of night, his gaze wide and curious. He keeps one hand on my bare thigh, periodically massaging the pliant flesh to steel his nerves and ignite tingles up and down my entire frame. Honestly, I understand his apprehension. He's without the other six members and he's never done anything like this. Hell, I've never done anything like this. But Hobi makes me want to take a walk on the wild side. Like I want to be bad for him if only for him to flex his authority. And a little danger could equal a lot of fun, as long as we're smart about it.

We arrive at our destination and I drive around back, just as I was instructed. Once we've parked, I pull out my cell to tap out a text to our point of contact.

"Are you sure this is ok?" Hoseok asks warily, eyeing our darkened surroundings. For all his dominance, Hobi is also known to be the biggest scaredy cat in Bangtan. I think it's endearing.

"Yup," I answer, just as my phone dings with a reply. "Come on, he's ready for us."

We're both decked out in black to remain inconspicuous, although I have on a short skirt. Hoseok keeps an arm wrapped around my waist protectively as we approach the back door, his eyes darting around to check for signs of trouble. Before we even have to knock, it opens, the noise from inside momentarily shocking our senses.

"Violet?" the very large, muscular man asks in a booming voice. His arms are covered with tattoos and his hair is cut low to his scalp.

"Shane, right?"

The mountain of a man nods and quirks a grin, showcasing gold-capped teeth. He gives Hoseok a once over and lets out a whistle. "This the boyfriend?"

I nod and smile at Hobi who hasn't blinked since we arrived. "Yes! This is Hoseok." I lean over and kiss his cheek to help calm his nerves.

"He's cute," Shane muses, wiggling his brows. Then he steps aside, welcoming us in. "You guys come on in and enjoy yourselves. No one will bother you here."

We step inside the dimly lit hallway and I move away from Hobi to give Shane a quick hug. "Thank you. I really appreciate this."

Shane shakes his head. "Your brother has saved my ass more than a few times so when he hit me up to tell me that his sis needed a favor, I didn't hesitate. I owe him my life. He's my family, so that means we're family too. You call me if there's anything I can do for you while you're staying here, you got it?"

I nod gratefully. "You're too sweet."

Shane gives me one last embrace then gives Hobi one of those bro hugs, although judging by the hungry look in his eyes, I have a feeling he wanted to do more. Then he ushers us from the back hallway and to the main floor where dozens and dozens of scantily-clad, sweaty bodies are grinding to Megan Thee Stallion.

"Whatever you drink, have them put it on my tab!" Shane shouts over the music before he heads back to his post at the front entrance.

"Thanks!" I call out to him, earning me a flying kiss.

Hobi looks around with excited eyes, watching the way the neon-colored strobe lights paint fluorescent stripes over the gyrating bodies.

"You brought me to a club!" he yells over the booming bass.

I shake my head. "Not just any club. A gay club! Gays know how to party, plus there's less threat of someone trying to expose you. Unless you're literally Gaga, no one will bat a mink-lashed eye. Come on!"

I drag him over to the bar and order him something strong and fruity with an obscene name that makes him laugh. After the bartender—a gloriously bearded Beyonce look alike—brings us our drinks, Hobi frowns.