"Look at that!" Amelia said quietly, pointing up at the large neon signboard.

They've been walking aimlessly and have arrived in a different part of town. The crowd is dense, and their clothes are vibrant and extroverted. It is the city's nightlife.

"It's a nightclub," Jin said softly.

"I've never been to one," Yoongi admitted.

"What?" She exclaimed.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Jin said as he fiddled with the cam.

They've come to a halt in front of a colourful venue, where there's a long line of people waiting to get in.

"The music is too loud," grumbled the older gentleman. "And they're always crowded."

Amelia snorted.

"Do you want to go?" Hoseok commented on the club's sign. His interest seemed to have been piqued.

"All right," Yoongi said with a shrug. Why not? Why shouldn't he try something new now that he's letting go? Besides, Amelia, Jin, and Hoseok are here to look after him if anything goes wrong.

"OK," Amelia exclaimed. "Come on, let's get in line!"

Jin groaned but followed the other three.

"Where did you get those?"

The four of them raised their heads to hear the woman ahead of them in line speak in a hushed tone.

The woman turned around and looked down at the four identical pairs of boots with interest.

"Did you like it?" Amelia smiled and posed.

"Without a doubt, girl! They look totally fab!" squealed the girl. She fluttered her hands.

"Mustard yellow is my favourite!"

"It goes with almost anything!"

"Really!"

"Hello," Hoseok said, smiling at them. "This is Amelia, Yoongi, and Jin." He turned on his charm and offered a friendly hand. "And I'm Hoseok." Hoseok appeared to Yoongi to be a predator looking for poor vulnerable hearts.

"My name is Ella, and this is Jimin, my boyfriend..." She introduced herself as a girl stepped forward in a loose-fitting silk shirt and jeans, waving at them. It took the four of them a minute to realise that the girl with the long hair was actually a guy disguised as a girl.

"Pleasure!" Hoseok exchanged handshakes.

Jin and Amelia did as well.

"Do you think you'd wear these boots, ladies?" Yoongi struck a pose with one foot tilted.

"Would I put these on?" Ella burst out laughing. "I'd wear them without the drag, darling!"

Yoongi and Hoseok sniggered at Jin, who awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"These are from the new Converse collection," Yoongi clarified.

"Actually, we're from a creative firm looking for ideas to come up with the best marketing plan to sell them," Jin explained.

"We need models who can complement these shoes," Yoongi said as he lifted his leg and displayed the boot again. "After all, not everyone can wear mustard yellow." He added airily.

Jin and Amelia gave him a curious yet wary look, but Hoseok gave Yoongi an encouraging nod. Yoongi was relieved that the tall man agreed with him and believed in him.

"So, what do you think?" Yoongi inquired enquiringly.

"Yes, we can. But why?"

"Ruby is a professional dancer. She won't mind taking part in those "Ella chuckled, drawing an eye roll from her boyfriend, who was on the verge of leaving her in the club because he was embarrassed by the situation. He wouldn't be in the club with those hair extensions and dressed as a girl if he had won the bet.

"We can discuss this further if our boss approves. If you are uncomfortable being photographed and videotaped, I can assure you that this is only a test project, and the photos and videos will only be shown to a small private audience."

"I don't mind modelling them for you," Jimin said with a smile.

"All right, then!" Amelia exclaimed.

"Follow us inside the club; we won't have to wait in line. This club is my friend's "Jimin announced as he fished his phone from his red purse, chatting on the phone.
Suddenly, the four creative members found themselves inside the club.

"You did an excellent job..." Hoseok's lips were close to Yoongi's ear. An uncontrollable shiver ran down his spine.

"Um.....Thanks...." He was able to suffocate himself.

"We hired a guy to work as our model," Jin enquired, perplexed.

The other three nodded.

"A burden has been lifted from us." He smiled as he sagged down on a sofa. "Could someone please order something strong?" He made a gesture with his brow. Hoseok and Yoongi laughed as they sat down next to him.

Amelia rolled her eyes.

"The first round is on me," she said as she walked up to the bar.

The night is warm. With upbeat club music and flashing disco lights, the atmosphere is electrifying. Hoseok sat on one of the comfortable sofas, gazing out at the dancing crowd.

Yoongi is dancing with Jin. Hoseok had known the young man for a few weeks, a little more than two months. He'd never seen Yoongi let loose until today, most likely as a result of the numerous shots he poured down his throat.

Hoseok had never seen him more beautiful.

Gyrating slim hips, hands in the air, head thrown back – he's the epitome of a nubile young party animal. Yoongi's aloof, distant demeanour has vanished.

As a cupid, he could sense a large number of men and women looking at him with curiosity. Yoongi hasn't noticed or responded to them yet. However, Hoseok's mission is supposed to be half-completed now. He desired for Yoongi to have friends, a social life, and simply enjoy the life bestowed upon him by the Gods.

After this, finding the perfect match should be a breeze. But the cupid was not pleased.

He was deeply disturbed by what happened in the kitchen when he stood far too close to Yoongi, and how desperately he wanted to touch the translucent skin. That's why he tried to appear indifferent. It was difficult to see Yoongi's perplexed expression. The man continued to cast puzzled glances at Hoseok as if trying to figure out why.

His resolve was easily shattered. And here he is again, instead of doing his job, craving something forbidden.