Jungkook's friends invited him to come over a famous high class strip club. The strip club where the business tycoons, politicians and gang leaders are brought together for meeting or entertainment purposes.    Well, Jungkook and his friends came from very very rich families so entering the expensive strip club wasn't much of a big deal. But it's Jungkook's first time to enter since he just turned eighteen a couple of days ago.       As they sat on a large and chic sofa at the VIP lounge, Jungkook allowed his eyes to look around, observe his surroundings, take in the new environment. Then he found himself looking at the y strippers dancing to the music without anything to cover their dignity. He cringed at the sight and looked away, this didn't entertain him, it gave him a mini headache. He was about to whisper an excuse to Taehyung just so he could step out of the place and go home when Taehyung suddenly pointed his index finger towards a stripper.   "Look at that chick with big workin' that pole," He smirked."watch me snap her off."    "What the , hyung?!" Jungkook protested, it's definitely against his morals to allow his friend to disrespect a woman. "What now, Jungkookie?"    "You're not going to do that, are you?"   "Bruh, she's a stripper, she's supposed to get ."    With Taehyung's answer Jungkook looked down and drooped his shoulders in defeat.       After a moment he looked up to see Taehyung sliding some cash into the stripper's mouth. The stripper nodded at what Taehyung whispered before the latter excitedly ran back to his seat. Jungkook gave him a confused look and chortled. "What? You really thought I'd do that?"    "Yeah."   "Ahh, Jungkookie you need entertainment right now, or more, you need to get some tonight."   "No" Jungkook's retort was as fast as his shock when he saw the stripper(only in her ) began twerking for the very amused Taehyung.   "Ahhh so thick~" Taehyung cooed while slapping the woman's round cheeks. Their other friends cheered and laughed and seemed to be enjoying the show while Jungkook grumbled to himself, "where is my drink?"    He roamed his eyes around the club in which he captured something beautiful, rather, someone beautiful. He let his eagle eyes focus on the person serving drinks to other VIPs in the room. He was glowing, eyes twinkling, perfect lips perfectly curved upward.    Jungkook swore he was about to jump from his seat when the man caught him staring, when the man smiled genuinely and started to walk towards him. "oh my god," the eighteen year old subconsciously muttered. "so stunning."       "Good evening gentlemen, here are your drinks." The orange-haired dazzling server confidently greeted the boys who immediately paused from their antics, ignored the stripper to focus on the server's appearance. Especially Jungkook, his breath was definitely taken away. It's as if all of them were hypnotized by the server.   The server carefully placed the drinks, a hell lot of drinks on the table when Yoongi suddenly voiced out.   "What's your name?"    "Jimin."    Yoongi smiled. "Your name is as beautiful as you." The server looked up to him in surprise but it quickly melted into a flattered smile. "Thank you, sir."   "You're too gorgeous to be just a server. Are you not a model or something?"  "I'm no model, sir."    Jungkook felt weird, he felt a tingle of anger and jealousy over his Yoongi hyung's interaction with the server.    He never knew this tingle would increase until his Hoseok hyung meddled in the conversation.    "You should be. How could a handsome  guy like you walk around taking people's breath away and not becoming real famous?" Hoseok gave Jimin a smirk.   "Uhh..." The server was wordless and before he could even think of an answer, another one of Jungkook's flirtatious hyungs spoke. It was Taehyung this time. "Are you sure you're not an internet ulzzang?! We should take selfies together! Even better if we become an item, fudanshis and fujoshis would go coo-coo if that happens."    Jungkook found himself gruffing(but still staring at Jimin, adoring him) as the neglected stripper was out of sight. "And you completely forgot about the stripper." But it wasn't noticed by his hyungs who were too engrossed on the server.    "You know what, you could be a model, here's my calling card. I know you're confused but take time to think about it. And if you make up your mind and want to be a model, just call me. I could request to include you in my photoshoots for I am a model myself." The offer was from the eldest of the squad, Seokjin. The server hesitantly accepted the card and stuttered. "T-thank you. I-I need to get going-"    "Oh sure, come back with our next batch of orders after two ours. We're really planning to get wasted tonight." Namjoon was the only "decent" hyung until he says something after the server bowed and left. Everyone except Jungkook said, "see you later, gorgeous~" while eyeing his tight . The latter mentally wished he could talk to Jimin, should've had the courage to. He wished he could have excused his hyungs from their stupidity so as to lessen the tense he saw in Jimin's face.        "Aish, just by looking at him got my dripping with precum." Jimin's hidden but obvious muscles was still stuck in Namjoon's dirty mind.   Jungkook groaned at the ersion of his hyung. And stomped a foot.   "Didn't you see that he's scared of you guys?" He asked as his eyebrows naturally quirked to match his irritation. "He won't be coming back here I'm telling you. He thinks y'all are creeps."   They chuckled all together at the youngest's violent reaction. "What made you say that? Ahh, you need to chill out, Jungkookie. Here drink some beer. " Hoseok slid a beer glass on the table toward Jungkook. "No. And that is not some, that's a lot."    "Yes. Still, you'll drink it