Providence of the Universe

-7

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“I think you won, Jimin-ah,” Hoseok mutters, leaning against the counter. “Please, like. The Kim Taehyung  wants you to be his sugar baby? I would say yes without a doubt.”

Jimin swats his arm and brings his index finger to his lips.

“Will you shut up?” He asks, leaning over the counter as well, right next to him. “He doesn’t want me to be his sugar baby,” he adds in a whisper.

“He said he wanted to pamper you,” Hoseok points out.

“Not exactly.”

“Oh, please. He was hinting on it then too,” his best friend quickly objects.

“How did I not know who he was?” Jimin asks, shaking his head. “Everybody seems to.”

“Oh, honey. Because you refuse to have a social life, maybe?” Jimin rolls his eyes but Hoseok continues. “He’s literally perfect, Jimin. He’s hot, handsome, so tall. He has money, he wants to pamper you and he literally only wants you to dance for him. What more could you actually want?” He asks, lifting his arms in the air.

Jimin groans and leans back, moving towards the front to take a client’s order. When he’s done, he goes towards Hoseok again and replies as his best friend prepares the drink.

“I mean, sure but...I don’t know. I’ve never done this. It feels weird to be given money just like that,” he confesses.

“Not just like that, baby. For your dancing,” Hoseok reminds him. “You’re finally getting recognized for your dancing skills and I’m living for it. Look at it this way, you’re being paid to perform. As easy as that.”

Jimin crosses his arms over his chest.

“I mean... I guess you could see it in that way,” he mumbles, nibbling on his lower lip.

Hoseok pauses his work and turns his body towards him. He squints his eyes at him and crosses his arms over his chest as well.

“Or is it that you wanted to fuck him, huh?” He asks. Jimin’s cheeks heat up but he has no time to reply because his best friend goes on. “You’re disappointed because he didn’t want that?”

“That’s not it,” he mutters.

“Shut up,” Hoseok chuckles, swatting at his arm. “You so wanted to fuck him. I mean, you still could.”

“He’s paying me,” Jimin argues.

“It doesn’t have to be a part of that agreement. I mean, have you seen yourself? He probably wanted to fuck you too. Maybe he panicked and asked you to dance for him instead of telling you that he wanted your ass.”

Jimin groans and covers his face with his hands.

“Why are you like this?” He asks.

Hoseok laughs out loud and kisses his cheek when Jimin drops his hands.

“Because I love you,” he replies.

He takes the freshly made coffee towards the front counter and hands it over to the client. Once they’re alone again, Jimin rubs at the back of his neck.

“I don’t even know how long this will go on, you know?” He asks. “We didn’t really talk about it. I just danced, he gave me far too much money and then he asked to see me again.”

“Well, you should talk to him about it, then,” Hoseok replies. “You can even make a contract or something, I don’t know. You have to be careful, even if he’s the one who has more to lose.”