After years of bouncing around from casino to casino as a poker host, you finally found one that you believed you could spend the rest of your career at, thanks to them, your guys.
Six of the best men you could imagine, each one of them with their o...
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After seemingly calling everybody in his phonebook to tell them that he's going to the Bahamas in February, I noticed Tae becoming fidgety in his seat as he looks around the kitchen, pearing into the hallway every now and again as if he wanted to explore.
"So uh, Jimin. If you're not a mobster, what do you do to be able to afford a place like this?"
Still standing with his arms encased around me against the counter, Jimin smirks as he nods his head as a way of telling me to show Tae what it is exactly that he does for a living.
"Go show him beautiful." Jimin smiles as he releases me from his hold, Tae frowning as I walk past him and down the hall towards the office.
"Y/N I swear if it's some illegal shit I'm leaving and I'm taking you with me." Tae whispers as he shuffles up next to me just as I reach the door.
I feel my face heating up as soon as I push the door open remembering what happened the last time I was in here, the desk still out of place as it sits crooked in the middle of the room with papers all over the floor.
"This is what he does." I tell Tae, grabbing his hand and pulling him in front of the display cabinet, patiently waiting for the ball to drop as he scans the shelves.
Starting with the shelves at his eye level, I wait as he moves up one shelf at a time carefully looking at everything in front of him until he stops at the top shelf and sucks in a harsh breath.
"Holy fucking shit!" He gasps, pressing his face against the glass to get a closer look. "He's a professional?" He asks, glancing back at me before looking back at the diamond encrusted bracelets as they shimmer under the light. "That's pretty impressive."
"Right?" I grin, noticing Jimin walking through the doorway.
"Beautiful I have another question." Jimin says as he wraps his arms around my waist. "One, do you want to stay over tonight? Two, will you join me in Vegas for the World Series? And three, did you show Taehyung the basement?"
"Hmmm." I smile as Tae turns to look at us questionably. "Yes I would love to stay over. The World Series is seven months away, do you plan on keeping me around for that long? And no, I thought it would be more fun if you showed Tae what you have hidden in the basement."
"Right, well tonight I'm cooking dinner and don't expect to be doing much sleeping. I know the World Series is months away but you have fallen down my fantasy rabbit hole and I plan on never letting you out. And as for the basement, Tae, come with me."
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass on seeing your sex dungeon." Tae mutters as he stands firmly in his spot, tucking his hands in his pockets as Jimin turns to walk out the door.
"Sex dungeon?" Jimin frowns as he reaches his hand out for me to take. "Why would I have a sex dungeon in my basement?"
"Yeah okay." Tae huffs as he begins following us out the door.
