Desire | SOPE ✔️

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"Hi Hoseok"

The latter smiled, not the usual cocky smirk that seemed to always cover his god-like features, but an actual smile. He didn't know why, but he had missed the blonde strippers face. And the way his name rolled so easily off the blonde boys tongue made him smile, and he didn't know why. 

"Why, hello darling. Are you on your way to Red Velvet?" The dark haired male asked. The blonde looked up at him, a small sigh escaping his perfect doll like lips, but he tried covering up his exhaustion up with a fake smile. 

"Yeah."

Hoseok could sense something was wrong, but he didn't know the guy well enough to ask what it was. Hell, he didn't have the right to either, he was following the boy. "When does your shift end?"

"Around 3am. But I won't be home until 4am though." The smaller male chuckled bitterly, looking down at the ground. Hoseok motioned for them to start walking, and so they did. Hoseok walked Yoongi all the way to the backdoor to Red Velvet, conversating with the male the whole time. 

They reached the backdoor "I'll see you later, darling." The brunette winked, and smirked (again). Yoongi let a small smile cover his face. 

"I'm sure." Yoongi said, smiling slightly while rolling his eyes. Hoseok was actually really funny and chatty. When he actually talked to Yoongi, the elder couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Everything about the male was just attractive, from the way he always smirked, his deep chocolate eyes, his god-like face, the way he carried himself to the way he acted towards the smaller boy. 

But Yoongi still felt weird and slightly uncomfortable about the fact that the male was following him, and he had no idea who the guy really was. So Yoongi only allowed himself to think about the brunette as a random, handsome guy who followed him and kept him company whenever they "bumped" into each other. 

Yoongi walked through the backdoor and greeted the other dancers who was getting ready. He took off his jacket, shoes, hoodie, jeans and hat. 

And then he transformed into Suga. 

The night went by as usual. Men, both young and old, cheering on the dancing boys and people getting drunk. Suga felt free on that stage. He closed his eyes for a second, just letting the rhythm of the loud music take over his body as he swung around the pole. 

Nothing could stop him. He felt so powerful, he had the control over every man who had their eyes on him. They paid just to see his face and body. They found Suga so mesmerising and special that they actually took the time and money out of their day just to see him dance for a couple of hours. 

He loved it. He loved the feeling of being special in somebody's eyes. He loved the feeling of being admired, even if it was just for his body, because it wasn't often that he had that feeling. 

His parents never showed him that they cared. He knew they loved him, sure, they were his parents, but they never really cared about him. They let him do whatever, not thinking about how it would affect their son in the future. 

Suga opened his eyelids again, locking eyes with a certain brunette leaning against a wall with a drink in his hands. Suga smirked at Hoseok, winking at him and he could see him gulp and it only made him smile more, only made him more confident. 

Because he knew, that even though Hoseok felt like he was in control of Yoongi, Yoongi knew that when he was Suga, no one could control him. Not Chang-Hoon, not Hoseok, not his boss. No one could. 

Let's go about 30 minutes back in time, shall we

Hoseok walked through the entrance to Red Velvet, the authority dozing off him being sensed by every single person in the room. He looked at the stage he knew Yoongi was always performing on. He looked at the dancing male, completely mesmerised by his movements and the way he danced so carelessly even with his eyes closed. He looked like he was in his right element.

But then the blonde opened his eyes, and like a magnet to metal, his eyes found Hoseok's immediately. He winked and smirked at the brunette and the latter obviously gulped. Yoongi was doing things to his mind that he didn't quite understand. He was supposed to keep and eye out for the male, be sure that he kept his mouth shut, but the brunette couldn't help but feel drawn to the blonde. 

But soon, Hoseok felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he knew it was time to go. He had a whole mafia to run, and he couldn't waste his time looking at strippers. He had better things to do. Or that was what he was trying to convince himself as he walked out of Red Velvet.

Soon, Suga's performance came to an end, and the exhausted male walked down from the stage, swaying his hips but never looking back. He entered the backstage room with the other exhausted boys and took a big gulp of water.  

Yoongi put on his clothes, shoes and hat and said goodbye to the other dancers and kissed Jimin on the cheek. He had to tell the pink haired male about Chang-Hoon, but now wasn't the time. 

I'll call him tomorrow

He walked out of the backdoor, and down the usual alley. He felt a presence following him, but he ignored it, thinking it was Hoseok.

Boy was he wrong. 

Someone grabbed his arm harshly and Yoongi didn't even have time to react before he was face to face with the attacker. 

Next chapter is gonna get hectic, so prepare for a somewhat wild ride (((;