Strippers and CEOs - Namjin Yoonmin Taekook

Twenty

Jimin isn't exactly having the time of his life serving Namjoon's friends and family glasses and glasses of wine. Specially when he realizes he can still remember some of them. How many of those faces did he see when he used to share time with his father? And yet none of them recognized him back.

Maybe because they don't look at his face when he gets close. He's just an employee for them and has no importance at all. In a moment of the night he goes to the kitchen. He needs more glasses since new people keep arriving to the party and who knows where Taehyung is to help him. Just then, someone walks in behind him.

- Need anything?

- That's not how you should talk to me

- Oh, right! Do you need anything from your sexy servant, Mr. Min?

Yoongi rolls his eyes. He wasn't thinking on talking to the striper now. But the young boy has been avoiding him for a few days. And even if he hates it, he has to do this

- I would like to apologize.

- You do?! Oh God, wait! I'll get ready!

- What are you doing?

Jimin sits up on the kitchen counter and crosses his legs delicately. His superiority complex kicking in instantly.

- There you go. You wanna kneel? Kiss my feet? Maybe beg for my forgiveness?

- Don't push it, Jimin. I'm just...sorry I thought you did a dirty dance for Hyerin and Namjoon the other day

- Did your brain put two and two together?

- I checked the security tapes. You're...talented, I guess

- I am?...I mean, of course I am!

- That being said you could do something else with your life. Or even with your dance besides being a stripper

- There you go again. It was good while it lasted

- What? I'm just saying you could go to college or...- He notices Jimin's hurt expression-...is something wrong?

- I...nevermind. I have to keep working

- Oh, don't act like you wanna serve more wine to those guys. Just tell me

- No

- Tell me.

- I said no!

- Why not?!

- Because you'll laugh and instead of spitting in your drink I'll spit directly on your face.

Yoongi sighs. He decides to ignore that last part assuming it was just a joke.

- I won't. I came here to apologize, didn't I? Just tell me, what is it?

- I...I didn't pass the exam

- Exam?

- To enter Busan's Art University. There's an audition and a written exam. I tried four times and I failed each of them. Happy?

- You're an idiot

- Oh, you son of a -

- You really thought I was gonna laugh? It took Hobi two years to enter his college and Jin one. I entered on the first try because I'm incredible, but still.

- Oh...

- You'll try again this year?

- No. I don't have the money. I need to pay for taking the first test. Only if I pass I can ask for the scholarship and get a refund. I was gonna do it this year but someone made my income go down by fifty per cent closing my club, remember?