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Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Yoongi pulled the over the ear headphones he had around his neck and offered them to the other male. He was already scrolling thought the songs he could play as he was handing off the set, but decided to go against playing faster songs and going with 힙합성애자 since it would give him a taste of the group style as well as each person’s vocal range. “I’ll let you hear this one first and we’ll go from there. It’s from our older album. It’s called Hip Hop Lover.”

“Yeah that sounds about right. Mm, really first university students wow, actually no that makes sense.” Yoongi thought about it for a moment. The age range would make sense considering their age range as a group. A smile come across his face as the other agreed to his recommendation. Anytime he got to talk about their music made him brighten up a bit. “What style of music do you like more slow or more upbeat or powerful?”

Jihoon knew this meant he was probably going to have to work the night shift. With this realization, it causes the host to sigh deeply, but he tries not to show his distaste towards it since he knew that he’d get scolded for not being a smiley and happy host–after all, hosts and hostesses were the first things that customers saw when they walked in, and even though the smaller boy was the runt of the lot, he still had to keep up with his happy facade. He takes his spot at the podium, eyes searching through the glass windows for any incoming customers. He’s always hated being a host. Having to talk to people when he can barely talk to his own co-workers without stuttering. After a few minutes of standing there and waiting, he sees the male from the bathroom walking towards the exit, and he instantly bows, mumbling loud enough for him to hear. “T-thank you for c-coming. Enjoy t-the rest o-of your night…”