Hoseok's POV

I take a deep breath as I look in the mirror in front of me. Today is the day I start dancing at the club and I can't stop looking myself over while I'm waiting in the locker room. I've completed all my training, gotten to know ny way around the club a bit, mingled with some coworkers, and now it's time for me to get on the stage. I quickly pull out my phone and send a text.

Hoseok:
Hey, I go on in half
an hour. Wish me
luck!

It isn't long before my phone is dinging from the response.

Ri 😋:
Awww good luck,
dancing man! Sorry
I'm not there to
cheer you on.
You'll do great!
😘

Hoseok:
It's okay! Enjoy your
vacation 😁

Ri 😋:
Tell Kookie to video
call me. I know he's
working today & I
can't miss this 😜

I chuckle at her, stashing my phone into my bag.

"Ready to go on?" I jump as he turn to see Jungkook walking in, drying his forehead with a towel. The younger laughs. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

I just smile back, shaking my head. "It's okay. Just a little nervous is all."

"Ah. The pre-show jitters. We all had it the first few times. Everything will work out just fine. They'll love you out there."

"Thank you, Jungkook."

"Pleasure." Jungkook sits a few seats away from me, pulling all the bills from the band of his thong and arm bands. He doesn't count it, stuffing all of it into his bag. He pulls out his phone, unlocking it and reading what's on the screen. He taps a bit before the FaceTime tone blares. There's an answer on the other line and Jungkook smirks at the phone. "What's up, sexy."

"Not gonna happen, Jungkook." Yuri's voice comes out and I stiffen.

Jungkook chuckles, starting in a whiney tone. "Aww, come on. Just once? There's a reason you had me call you."

"There is a reason, but it isn't to see your dick. I want you to be there watching Hoseok, with me on the phone."

"I never got this special treatment." Jungkook pouts.

Yuri sighs. "That's because I started a month after you. Now stop your whining, baby boy."

"Yes, noona." Jungkook nods obediently.

I can hear the smirking tone in Yuri's voice as she continues. "My good boy. Keep it up and one day you can show your noona what you have in that sexy thong of yours."

"Don't tease me if it isn't gonna happen, Ri." Jungkook continues pouting. "It's early over there. Aren't you jet lag?"

"I'm tired as fuck, it's 6 in the morning, and I don't plan on getting used to this time because I'll be back next week. So I'll live. Is Hoseok nearby?"

"Yeah." Jungkook looks toward me and nods at me to come over.

I softly sigh, but get up and walk over to the phone. "Hey Ri."

"Goddamn, dancing man. You didn't tell me you were wearing a fishnet tank. I'm ready to jump through the phone."

"Well you didn't ask either." I smirk and chuckle. "Too bad you can't see my chaps."

"And you're wearing chaps!? I'm on the first flight back-"

"Enjoy your vacation!" I wave.

"Bye Ri!" Jungkook quickly says, catching my teasing hint to mess with Yuri, and he ends the call as we laugh. "What a damn tease, that woman."

"You're telling me. This is kind of like a taste of her own medicine."

"But I love her teasing. It's sexy and playful."

"She's a keeper, alright." I nod.

A couple bodies enter the room and it's Namjoon and Taehyung. Taehyung sits on the countertop and Namjoon smiles at me. "Your opening night, Hoseok. How are you feeling?"

"Nervous. I don't wanna mess up."

"You won't." Namjoon assures me. "You're made to dance. We know you'll do great. Have you thought of a stage name?"

"Ah, shit. I forgot about that." I face palm myself. "Give me 10 minutes?"

"Yeah, no problem." Namjoon exits the room, passing Jackson on his way in.

I begin to slightly panic. "I can't believe this. I've been so nervous that I forgot about a stage name. I am most definitely not going out there with my real name."

"Hell no." Jackson agrees. "Granted, I use my last name, but it fits me. Would Jung suit you on stage?"

I shake my head. "No, I don't think so. It doesn't quite hit the ear right. But I do kind of wanna keep the letter 'J' somewhere in there."

The 4 of us in the room try to brainstorm. Taehyung speaks first. "Mine is just the letter 'V'. Do you think that single letter will fit? Just 'J' isn't enough?"

I shake my head in response. "I kind of want it to fit me as a person."

"What's your slogan?" Jungkook asks.

"Slogan?" I ask in return, confused.

"Goddammit, Jungkook. You didn't tell him about the slogan?" Jackson huffs.

"You both helped train, too. Why didn't either of you tell him?"

"Because you're head trainer." Taehyung  crosses his arms. "You're supposed to have this shit in order."

"The fuck I am!" Jungkook's arms match Taehyung's. "This is a team effort. I've got a lot on my plate. I forget things like any other human. You guys could help every fucking once in a while."

Jackson chuckles humorlessly. "Well I sure hope that whatever the hell you have going on stops getting in the way of your work. Because you've kind of been slacking."

"Hope, hope..." I silently repeat to myself as my 3 coworkers continue bickering with each other. "Hopefully, hopeful... I'm hopeful with you, girl... Hope... I'm hope... I'm your hope... I'm your hope... That's it!"

I startle them and chuckle. "Sorry to interrupt your lovely rivalry on who is the most responsible for not informing me on my slogan, but I have it now. And I think I have my name, too."

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"Alright, alright." Yoongi says over the microphone to catch everyone's attention. Most of my coworkers have found seats scattered around the club to watch me perform for the first time. I've been told that everyone watches the newbies on stage for the first time, like a big family welcome.

I'm pacing back and forth behind the curtain, trying to calm myself down before I go out to debut. No big deal. I'm just dancing. It's what I love doing. I can hear the audience quiet down at Yoongi's request and in that moment, everything is almost like a blur to me as it moves in slow motion.

"Tonight is extra special." Yoongi says. "We have some new meat on the scene."

The audience of women cheer, getting riled up at the sound of a new piece of eye candy. One of the women in the audience is bold and loud, though. "Is it finally you?"

"Nah, baby girl. But treat me right and I may surprise you one day." Yoongi chuckles. More cheers erupt and he has to settle everyone down again. "Okay okay. Let's get it started. He's your hope and your his hope. Ladies, give it up and show all the love to your newest sweet dream, J-Hope!"

I instantly snap back into reality as a switch inside of me flips on when I hear my stage name being presented. The light shines on me as the curtains open to reveal me to the screaming crowd of women with bills already in their hands. Almost as if this was meant for me, I smirk, feeling the beat of the music as soon as it hits. This feeling is all new to me. It's something that I didn't know existed within me. I have the power and the ability to make women weak at the knees now. To have them calling out my name.

J-Hope has officially been born.

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T BE MAD I'VE BEEN GONE SO LONG!!!! JHFGJHFDDSGDH My work schedule has been so shitty & changing so much that I can't keep up 🤧 but it's like 2:45 in the morning now, I've been drinking wine, & I had to get something out to you because I'm laying here doing not shit! Lol

And yes, momma left yall thirsty asses with a cliffhanger 😈 I'm saving the good stuff for the next chapter. This one may not be the best, but I do hope you enjoyed it!

I'll update soon, I promise!!! Until next time! I love you! Goodnight! 💜💜💜

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