Taehyung and Jimin traipsed around the enormous workplace in need of some privacy to catch up. They usually went to the Royal Ace thirty minutes earlier than their shift to have some alone time when they wanted to chat but couldn’t meet up before work.
“In two days is your day off, right? On Saturday?” Taehyung asked.
“Yeah. You think the boss will teach me how to give a blowjob like you?”
“Probably. You don’t have a gag reflex, so you’ll be fine.”
Jimin snorted, his lips pulling into a smile. “Yeah, but it’s uncomfortable to have a cock so deep in your throat. And I don’t want to sound like you did the next day. I won’t pressure myself for the boss. I can already deep-throat, anyway.”
“That’s what I thought too. What he taught me was so different, though. Maybe it felt like that because I have a sensitive gag reflex. And of course you shouldn’t pressure yourself.”
“And the exercise he taught you is really helping?”
Taehyung signed towards the hallway that led to the casino once the servers swamped the lounge to prepare it for the opening, and they resumed their saunter. “I tried it before coming to work with my dildo. It felt easier already, although my gag reflex was triggered a couple of times.”
“It takes time, I guess. Oh, did I tell you he came to talk to me yesterday?”
Taehyung frowned. “No.”
“Yeah, he asked me where you were, then ordered me to call you and tell you to come here.”
“He changed his mind pretty quickly. I wasn’t expecting it, to be honest.”
“From what I heard, some customers asked for you. As they should, since you’re amazing at your job.” He bumped his shoulder lightly, and both chuckled as they entered the casino. Upon finding it filled with employees as well, they headed back at a plod.
“You’re amazing too. You already got two regulars.” A brief silence followed before a sudden remembrance flashed through Taehyung’s mind. “Today is the last day you’re forced to have Honsu with you. You’ll be finally free from his toxic behavior.”
“Yes, finally,” Jimin sighed. “I can’t stand even looking at him anymore. Kanjin is cool, though. We chatted a bit yesterday before Jungkook put Mihoon to separate us.” An eye roll accompanied his statement as he recalled the scene.
“He separated you?” Taehyung sneered. “Why can’t he chill a bit? He’s so damn uptight. And what’s that obsession he has with rules? I don’t get him.”
“He just wants things to run by his rules.”
“He’s a control freak, you mean.”
They shared a subdued outburst of laughter as they stepped into the lounge again, but they stuttered into stillness at the presence of five familiar figures standing to the right.
“Control freak, I hear,” Yoongi said and anchored his view on Jungkook as his brows curved into two bows of mockery. “I can’t imagine who they could be talking about.”
His blatant sarcasm punched a cackle out of Namjoon’s throat. “Well, they’re not wrong.”
“Sorry,” Taehyung uttered, sending a row of glances to the boss, who had his attention trained on the phone in his hand.
“Never apologize for telling the truth, Taehyung,” Hoseok added with a chuckle.
“Come on,” Seokjin cut in. “Leave him alone. He has too many things to handle. Without order and control, everything would be in chaos in here.”
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Royal Ace Lounge
Fanfiction●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...
