..MAN in Three piece..

7-(✷‿✷)

Taehyung's pov

TAEHYUNG: WHERE ARE WE GOING?

I'd left work an hour early to get ready. More than half the clothes I owned were in a heaping pile on my bed. Normally, whatever mood struck dictated my outfit. I wasn't finicky. To me, style was an expression of your own individual personality, So it was freaking-me-the-fuck-out that I was on my tenth outfit.

Jungkook: To a restaurant, unfortunately. Unless you've changed your mind. I'm more than accommodating if you'd prefer I feast on you at my place.

If it were anyone else, all of the little pervy comments would piss me off. But for some reason¸ Jungkook's made me smile. My answer to his invitation to screw was always to screw with him.

Taehyung: Actually, maybe I have changed my mind.

Jungkook: Give me your address. I'm still at the office, but can be there in ten minutes, wherever the hell you live.

I chuckled at his desperation. As much as I thought he was full of himself, there was something very endearing about the honesty he displayed wanting to be with me. Normally, to a guy like him, showing desperation was a sign of weakness. It almost made me feel bad about toying with him. Almost.

Taehyung: I meant about us having dinner tonight. I'm not sure it's such a good idea.

Jungkook: Bullshit. If you don't show up, expect a knock on your door.

Taehyung: You don't even know where I live.

Jungkook: I'm a very resourceful man. Try me.

Taehyung: Fine. I'll be there. But you only gave me an address. Where are we going? I need to know what to wear.

Jungkook: Wear whatever you're wearing right now.

I looked down.

Taehyung: A hot pink vest and G-string? Where are you taking me, a strip club?

It was a solid five minutes before he responded.

Jungkook: Don't tell me shit like that.

Taehyung: Not a fan of hot pink?

Jungkook: Oh, but I am. The shade will look lovely as a handprint on your ass if you don't stop messing with me.

Spanking wasn't something I was ever into. Wasn't being the key word. Yet the thought of him stinging my ass had my body humming. I was growing aroused from a text. Jesus. This man was dangerous. Needing a break, I tossed the phone on my bed and dug back into my closet. A black outfit shoved in the back caught my eye

When I slipped it from the hanger, my phone was flashing a new incoming text message had arrived.

Jungkook: You've stopped responding. I'm going to take that to mean you're busy fantasizing about my hand swatting that fine ass.

He had an uncanny ability to turn a simple question into something dirty.

Taehyung: I'm busy trying to figure out what to wear. Which brings me back to the original question I texted, where are we going?

Jungkook: I made a reservation at Musya.

Taehyung: In Seocho dong?

Jungkook: Yes, in Seocho gu. There's only one. You said you lived near by, and since you refuse to let me pick you up, I chose a place close to you.

Taehyung: Wow. OK, great. I've wanted to try that place. It's sort of a pain in the ass for you to get to from your office, though.

Jungkook: Fitting. Since you're such a pain in my ass. See you at 7.