Hoseok's POV

"Med school is how much!? I don't have that kind of money!" I pace the middle of my apartment, hand running through my black hair in frustration. "I'm going to be drowning in fucking student loans."

My best friend Jimin simply shrugs. "You're the one who wanted to go to medical school, hyung. You should've stuck with dancing."

I plops down on the couch next to him as I huff in more frustration. "I love to dance."

"Then make that your career."

"But I want something long term, Jimin. Who knows what can happen with dance. I'm still going to dance because that's what I love. But I want stability."

"Is this really what you want, though?" The younger eyes me closely.

"Yes." I deadpan. "I want to help people. And I passed the test to be accepted into med school. It's just-"

"That shit is expensive." Jimin chuckles.

I nod, slouching further into the couch. "I need a better job. You'd think being a nurse would make you more money, but it doesn't. Not when this school is so expensive and I only work 3 days a week."

Jimin grabs his laptop from the side of him, opening it and getting it started. He hops on the browser, pulling up an employment site, and handing it to me.

"Here." The silver haired man points to the screen. "There's a few positions opened as a performer. Check these out. They pay well. It'll be a good second job, as long as it coincides with your school schedule."

I look over a few positions, my eyes narrowing as I look more into them. With a simple nod, I begin filling out applications. I come across one, though, that makes me tilt my head, and Jimin looks toward the screen as well.

"What, hyung?" Jimin asks, furrowing his eyebrows while peeking at the screen.

I turn the laptop more toward Jimin to look at. "I've never heard of this place. Have you?"

Jimin takes a closer look, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "Hmm, no. I haven't. Does it say what it is?"

"No. It just says dancers wanted." I shake my head. "I'll put in an application anyway. It can't hurt, can it?"

"I guess not. I'm hungry, though. I'm gonna go get take out. The usual?" Jimin stands, stretching and sliding his sandals on.

"Mmhmm." I'm too focused on filling out the application to really pay attention.

Jimin sighs, shaking his head and heading out of the apartment.

I'm left alone to finish the application, sighing to myself as I close my friend's laptop. I roll my eyes as I pull out my phone and type in the name of the place I just applied to. Why I didn't look it up on the laptop is beyond me. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head as I discover where I just applied to.

"A male strip club!?" Almost instantaneously, my phone rings with an unknown number appearing. I slowly answers, putting the phone up to my ear even slower. "H-hello?"

"Good afternoon! Is this Jung Hoseok?" A man's voice says on the other side.

I narrow my eyes, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Yes, this is he. May I ask who is calling?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Jung. My name is Kim Namjoon, manager of Her Sweet Dreams. I see you've just recently put in an application to become one of our exotic dancers?"

"Actually I-" I try to start, but am cut off by the man.

"We are in desperate need of men, Mr. Jung. And by the look of your resume that I have open in front of me, you are a dancer, yes?"

"Yes but-"

"You have an extensive and impressive track record. It is truly my pleasure to offer you an interview. You may come now, if you'd like. Or anytime that works best with your schedule."

I give up easily, desperate for a job right now. If this place is calling not even 10 minutes after I've applied, then it's got to be a guaranteed job. Maybe I can talk them into making me some kind of security or maybe even a bartender instead.

"Um, okay."

"Excellent!" The man sings happily on the other side. "Come to the club, and go to door 3 on the side of the building. It's numbered for your convenience. I'm looking forward to meeting with you, Mr. Jung."

And he hangs up. I drop my phone, disbelief written all over my face with the phone call I had just received. "Am I really going to an interview to become a stripper?" I scoff to myself. "Unbelievable, Hoseok. That's a new low..."

I sit for a while, contemplating actually going to this interview. I can't even fathom the thought of dancing naked in front of women, or close to it. All moral and self respect would be gone at the point. But is it worth it to go to medical school?

"Fuck it." I sigh, standing to get myself ready to go to my interview.

As I get ready for the interview, I momentarily question my morals. Is dancing in front of a bunch of horny women- maybe even men- the best that I can do? For someone going into the medical field with a degree in nursing, it's truly a shame that nothing is available for me right now that pays more than what I am making. Are people just getting less sick and not going to the hospital or doctor's office these days?

I look myself over in the mirror, admiring my attire. A long, navy long sleeve shirt clings to my torso, covered by an all black leather jacket. My blue-wash skinny jeans are ripped, exposing both my knees and rolled up above his ankles. Black combat boots clad my feet, with the strings wrapped around the boot at the ankle. To top of my autumn season look, I put on an all black snapback, a pair of Balenciaga sunglasses, and a black and white plaid blanket scarf.

I'm satisfied with my look, but not satisfied for why I had to get dressed in the first place. Contemplation about going to the interview doesn't leave my head. It's morally degrading, but my future is at stake. That small reason in the back of my mind is what brings me feet to the front door of my shared apartment, locking up, and making my way to the strip club.

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Hello babies!!!!! It is with great pleasure that momma welcomes you to "Strip Tease" 😁 I know I said "sneek peek" on my page, but I got too excited... And y'all deserve a whole ass chapter 👏🏾👏🏾.

So, I had to get straight to the point in the first chapter. This may not be long, but this is just getting ya dick wet. Yeah, it's one of those stories 😂 It's gonna be sexy. Like, super fucking sexy. There will be nudity (in writing of course because I'm not blessed with Bangtan's nudes. I'm sorry), there will be smut (yes, BTS gonna be fucking some shit up), there will be profanity because fucking yes bitch.

Anyway! Here is the outfit Hobi is wearing.

That's hot, right? 🤤

I hope this got you interested enough to wanna stick around & read when this gets to rolling!!! Thank you babies 💜💜

*EDITED* Okay, so changing this to first person is soooooooooo much better! I have no idea why I didn't do this in the first place 🤦🏾 but I'm happy with how it looks right now & have 9 more chapters to go ✊🏾 Here's to a better story! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

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