Learning On A Curve (Namjoon FF)

P. 22 {Tease}

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Sowan ranted on for a couple more minutes before we found ourselves giggling as we came out the bathroom, finding the two men waiting patiently for us at the table. Sitting next to Tae, he quickly put his hand on my thigh and gave it a moderate squeeze. He smirked down at me and wouldn't take his eyes away from mine as Jin walked over to take our order.

"Ah so this is what you do on your off day, Taehyung? You and Yoongi take out the prettiest young ladies in town," Jin says, approaching us and taking out his notepad. With a nod he greets his brother's schoolmate.

"Yoongi."

"Jin," the silver haired smirks up at Jin.

"That's Jin-HYUNG to you, brat, unless you want me to have this whole shop calling you Suga," he sticks his tongue out and leaves us as an already served customer raises their hand for something.

Boh Sowan and I look at Yoongi, Sow turning her whole body to the side. She held the confidence to ask, so she did.

"Suga?"

After a light chuckle that oozed swag, he replied, "That's the name I produce under."

"You produce music?," I asked from across the table, now completely captivated by the man.

"Yeah, he does," Taehyung sang next to me. "And he's damn good at it too."

"But, you major in business," Sow said a bit suspiciously. I guess she had gotten that information sometime earlier in our little date. Yoongi didn't seem to bat an eyelash as he responded.

"That's all my dad. He wants me to take over the company. But I minor in music production. Although I'm not really learning anything, being self-taught and all. At this point, it's just accreditation."

When I picture the word SWAG, I picture Min Yoongi with his half smile/half smirk and shoulders that lift just slightly enough to say, I could really care less but yeah, I am that shit. Sowan seems to be just as affected by said man as she turns and giggles slightly in her hand, her cheeks pinking up.

"So," I give her a reprieve from his challenging glare on her. "Suga, hunh? Where did that come from?"

Taehyung laughs beside me, his arm slipping behind me on the seat as I lean up a bit.

Yoongi chuckled as well before answering. "At first it was just me being cheeky. I knew I had the skills. Knew my shit was sweet, like sugar. Hence, 'Suga.' After that it just kinda stuck."

"Sweet like sugar, hunh?" Sow rolled her eyes and pushed air through her lips after smacking them. I could tell by the look on Yoongi's face, he was about to do something reckless. 'Poor Sow', I thought to myself as said man began to lean closer to my best friend. He got so close to her ear you would've thought he was going to whisper. But he didn't whisper. Instead his voice took on a gravely growling sound and dropped maybe three dozen octaves.

"Don't you like it, Ms. Lee? I can make you the voice behind my name.," his lips grazed her earlobe.

She trembled, barely, but we all caught it. "Hunh?," she choked out.

"The voice that says, 'Suga made this beat.' Don't you want to do that for me?"

Sow shrugged as if to say 'I guess.' but Suga wasn't letting her off that easy.

"Say it for me? Let me see how it sounds."

Sowan looked to me in a panic for help but I couldn't even look at her, completely tucked into Taehyung's side trying desperately not to cry laughing at her discomfort. This was all so new to me. Sowan never got flustered around a guy, never let him play games with her. She was always in control, letting them know what was going to go down and what wasn't. This guy had her running.