Yuri's POV

I smiles as I meet my aunt at the door. Aunt Jihyo raises an eyebrow, leading the way out of the hotel room. "What's got you smiling like that?"

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing."

"Who is it?" She pushes.

I roll my eyes, pushing the button for the elevator. "It's nothing, really. Just Hoseok debuted today and did amazing."

"Oh, Mr. Dancing shoes again. I mean, are you really surprised?" Aunt Jihyo shrugs. "The man dances for a living."

I nod in agreement. "Yeah, you're right."

The elevator dings and the doors open. We step inside, pressing the button for the first floor. We ride down in a comfortable silence and the floors flash above the buttons on the wall. The doors soon open and we step out into the lobby of the hotel. The restaurant is about 5 feet ahead, so we go toward where we can smell the food.

We sit down as a waiter appears with menus for us. "Good morning, ladies. May I start you off with something to drink?"

"I'll take an orange juice." I say.

"For me," Aunt Jihyo starts. "I'll take a coffee. 3 sugars and some creamer on the side."

"Okay. I'll have that right out." He smiles. "Take your time with the menus."

We both look at the menus in front of us, looking to see what food looks good. The food is always different in the States to what we normally have home in South Korea. We just order something similar to what we had on the first day.

Aunt Jihyo swallows down her coffee, pulling her phone out from her fanny pack. "So, the itinerary. Do you wanna go sight seeing first, or to see your mom?"

I look down at my fingers, taking a deep breath. "I wanna see my mom."

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The cemetery is quiet; the only sounds coming from the birds chirping in the distance. I sit on the grass with my legs crossed as I look at the gravestone in front of me. 

Chaeyoung Bae
6/28/1970 - 10/4/1999
Angel mother to a beautiful daughter, Yuri.

I was turning 5 only a couple months after mg mother died. I don't like Christmas time for that reason. A tear slips from my eye and trickles down my cheek. Aunt Jihyo sniffles from behind me, rubbing comforting circles around my back.

"Hi mom." I say, sadness lacing my voice with each word I speak. "It's been 20 years. That's a long time for a girl to be without her mom."

Aunt Jihyo nods. "It is, Chae. But your baby is all grown up and just like you. I know you'd be proud."

The hardest part about me being out here is talking to my mom and not being able to get a verbal response. That only brings more tears to my eyes that fall without warning nor consent.

"Why did you leave me, mom?" I choke out, sobbing as my aunt holds me, silently crying. "Why didn't you get to see me turn 5? You weren't supposed to leave me all alone."

We both sit and cry a little longer, that question never leaving my thoughts, even at 24 years old. Why was my mother taken away from me so young? It isn't fair.

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Hoseok's POV

I finish my dinner, taking it over to the sink where Jimin is washing the dishes. Jimin smiles at me. "How was it?"

"It was good." I smile back.

"Okay good. My mom gave me that recipe but I switched it up a bit because we ran out of soy sauce."

"Hell, I couldn't tell the difference." I chuckle. "When you finish in here, do you have time to talk?"

Jimin nods, rinsing a bowl out and lying it inside the dish rack. "Yours was the only one left. Okay, what's up?"

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes and mentally trying to prep myself. I thought I'd have a few more minutes. But it's better to rip off the bandaid. "I'm a stripper."

Jimin's eyes widen in disbelief. He already knew I found another job. He was just patient in waiting on me to tell him where. And I'm thankful that he waited for me to be comfortable first. "At that male strip club Her Sweet Dreams, right?"

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "Y-yeah. How did you-"

"That night we went drinking." Jimin interrupts. "You got shit faced- per usual- and told me that you got a job there. I didn't say anything when you sobered up because I didn't know when you really wanted to tell me."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Of course I am." Jimin chuckles. "You're my best friend, Hobi. If you wanna swing your dick in front of a bunch of women and get paid for it, by all means, do you. Shit, are they hiring? I need a part time job."

I laugh, pushing his arm slightly. I feel that huge weight being lifted off of my shoulders and I feel much better about taking the job. "I debuted last night."

"Oh?" We walk into the living room and sit on the couch. "How'd that turn out?"

"Pretty damn good. According to them, it's the best debut they've seen in a while."

"That's impressive. What was the one before that?" Jimin asks, interested in what I am now doing for work.

"This one guy, he goes by the name V. He was basically kept a secret up until his performance. The ladies loved it."

"Secret employee. Hella risky, but an incredibly genius move. I applaud whoever thought it up." Jimin nods in approval.

"You're really okay with me doing this?" I ask again. I still can't wrap my mind around how supportive he is about this.

He nods, facing his me. "Why would I not be? This is what you want to do, and you're making fast money for school. Why would I be mad at your hustle? I'm here to be support you no matter what you do. Unless you start selling drugs. I can't do that shit."

We both laugh and I shake my head. "Sell drugs and risk losing everything I have including my freedom? Yeah, I think I'll pass."

"Then yes. You have my full support."

My heart is happy and that weight baring on my chest is lifted. I can't hide my happiness as I smile at him. Jimin is the most supportive person there is. Anyone else may have asked a million and one questions, while trying to tell me that working as an exotic dancer is low, but not Jimin. He's supporting my decision to work there and I can't thank him enough for that.

"When do you perform next?" Jimin asks me.

I quickly answer. "Sunday night."

"So tomorrow. Great, I'll be there."

"You'll what!?" I choke on my saliva.

"What?" Jimin laughs. "You need some extra support, I'm sure. So I'll be there cheering you on."

"You really don't have to do that." I say lowly, looking at my fingers.

"I know, but I'm going to. Why? Are you embarrassed?" Jimin pokes and I groan.

"No, it's not that. You really don't-"

"Well, would you look at the time! You should be getting to bed. You have work tomorrow. Goodnight!"

"Wait, Jimin!" Before I can say anything else, he's sprinting toward his bedroom laughing along the way. I slide into the couch more, hands covering my face and mumbling to myself. "Awesome."

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FINALLY!!!!! All the chapters have been edited & here I am with a whole new chapter!!! It took me so long to finish this short ass chapter because I'm so busy all the time & now I have 3 jobs (kill me now). But I will continue to do my best with updating!

Thank you for all your patience & I can't wait to get this story really going! I love you all so much! 💜💜💜💜

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