Royal Ace Lounge

⑦This Can't Happen Again

An uneventful day flowed by for Taehyung. He managed to make a few customers buy him drinks, but none of them bought a bottle for him since Juwon. And the said man hadn’t appeared in the last two days.

He had two drinks with his regular client, he could say, Sungmin. They booked a room for foreplay, but Jungkook didn’t observe him during the meeting this time. Was it because it was only for foreplay again? He had no answer, and it puzzled him more than it should.

It was his day off, although he didn’t need one, or even wanted one, since his craving was to meet with a lot of customers and raise his ranking as quickly as possible. But the boss announced their day offs yesterday, and no one opposed him.

He was lolling on the couch in the afternoon, muffled in his downy blanket and watching TV shows. The ringing of his phone jarred him, as he didn’t expect a call from anyone.

The only person he spoke with on the phone was Jimin, and he was still asleep at this hour. That man loved sleep.

Taehyung kicked the blanket off him and swept the phone from the coffee table. He stared at the screen for a spell with shallow creases of bafflement etched on his forehead. “Saerin-ssi?”

“Hello, Taehyung-ssi. Sorry for calling you on your day off. Mr. Jeon asked to see you.”

“Why? It’s my day off, as you said.”

“I don’t know any details. Would you be able to come here?”

A tide of curiosity sprinted throughout Taehyung’s gut and climbed up to his throat, wrenching the words out of him with a flicker of impatience. “Yes, yes, I’ll be there soon. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Taehyung tossed his phone and hurried to take a shower. He omitted washing his hair since he washed it during his shower yesterday after work and took just a minute to dress.

What could the boss want him for that he even asked him to drop by on his day off? Taehyung was clueless, and he couldn’t wait to find out.

. . .

Taehyung was greeted by Saerin as soon as he breezed into the lounge. “Hello, Saerin-ssi. Are you always here?”

Saerin chuckled softly at his words. “Most of the time, yes. Mr. Jeon is waiting for you in his office.”

“Thank you.” Taehyung trod across the empty lounge and soon stood in front of the said office’s door. He delivered two knocks, and Jungkook’s faint voice rang a second later, instructing him to enter.

He closed the door behind him and crept closer until he sat on the chair in front of his desk. “You asked to see me?”

Jungkook tapped away on his tablet with his usual veneer of detachment clinging to his traits, then pressed the button to turn off the screen. “Yes. I’m going to teach you a few things today.”

“It’s my day off.”

“Exactly. You’ll have a whole day to rest before working again. And you’ll need all the rest you can get afterwards.”

There was something vague and indecipherable embedded within his statement, which bombarded Taehyung’s forehead with deep wrinkles. “What... exactly are you going to teach me? Because it sounds like you’re going to break me.”

Jungkook’s mouth loosened, giving a mild perception of a smile. “Just a blowjob.”

Any trace of his frown dissipated, and instead, a self-assured expression reigned over it. “I can handle a blowjob.”