Taehyung was a man who took challenges seriously. He knew he was excellent in everything he did, and he needed no one’s confirmation. He strove for the top, and he always reached it in everything he did.
With the man sitting in front of him, though, he doubted himself. And it was the second time he allowed doubt to crawl into his head with that man. The first time was after his interview when he was unsure if he got the job. Now he had to prove he was worth that job. And Jungkook wasn’t an easy man to impress, apparently.
He didn’t need his confirmation. But he had to impress him because he needed the job.
“I’m not afraid of challenges, sir,” Taehyung uttered, still peering at him with his piercing eyes. “Is it wrong to ask for your availability?”
“Yes. I don’t date.” Jungkook corked up a sudden urge to hurl at the vocalization of that single word. He fished his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, along with a lighter. He placed a cigarette between his lips, but the movement of reaching for his black lighter halted at the sound of Taehyung’s raspy voice.
“Let me, sir.” Taehyung spectated as Jungkook retracted his hand. He took the lighter into his hold and lit his cigarette, his foxy eyes fixated on him. “I don’t date either, by the way.” He paused, as if waiting for Jungkook to question him, although he knew he wouldn’t. “I mean, who would date a sex worker, right?”
“Right.” A single puff of his cigarette brought a thin layer of tingles around his head that streamed down his limbs. It had been hours since his last smoke, and always the first cigarette had that mind-bending effect on him, even after smoking for three years.
“That’s the reason you don’t date as well, right? Because you’re in this business.”
“We’re not here to talk about why I don’t... do that,” Jungkook said instead of that word. He couldn’t bear vocalizing it a second time. “Suck my cock. I have things to do.”
His brashness was on another damn level, Taehyung thought, right at the borders of being loathsome. Jungkook wasn’t sarcastic, provocative, or cruel. He was... nothing. Apathetic. Unenthusiastic. Simply void. How was he supposed to excite his nothingness?
He didn’t know that, but he would sure as hell exert himself to make it happen.
Taehyung crept closer, wearing his saucy smile on his cherry lips. “Can I get a drag?”
Jungkook held the cigarette with his thumb and index finger and guided it to his mouth. His featureless view hung on to him as Taehyung sucked in a deep drag and released the smoke slowly. “You smoke?”
“Sometimes.” Taehyung replaced the ashtray on the edge of the table for Jungkook’s easier access and faced him again. He tipped down and sneaked his hands underneath his blazer on his shoulders, then slid it off him.
Jungkook left his cigarette on the ashtray and shook his blazer off, dropping it on the chair behind him. He felt Taehyung’s delicate fingers undo a button of his dress shirt, maintaining eye contact all the while. “Don’t undress me. Just take my cock out and suck it.”
Taehyung’s body stiffened in displeasure, his smile threatening to fall off. “Your clothes will get stained, sir.”
“Why?”
“With my spit. I like it messy. I like choking.”
Jungkook’s eyes did that momentary, faint squeeze when something tickled his interest, annoyed him, or confused him. Taehyung’s words annoyed him, he decided. “I don’t care. Get to it.”
Jungkook just robbed him of one quite powerful weapon. Seducing his customers with his sensuous eyes and tantalizing movements as he undressed them was something that always built up their anticipation and want.
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Royal Ace Lounge
Fiksi Penggemar●Business owner Jeon Jungkook, an inexpressive man, with a heart as cold as steel, recruits new employees for his host and hostess bar. He falls upon a shrewd, ravishing man - an angel and a menace at the same time, and he knows at first glance; he...
