Regular Love | #yoonmin

4

It's been an eternity.

Well, it's been three weeks since Jimin has seen his bestie, which is pretty decent for Jimin, but according to Taehyung it's way too long. It's not that Jimin doesn't want to see his friend more often, but he just doesn't have the time for it. Their schedules are so different; Jimin works from the afternoon to way past midnight, and Taehyung practically starts his shift at the bakery when Jimin gets home.

"You did what?!" Taehyung almost scoots all the way off of his chair, bumping his stomach against the small classroom table. "You got a free lap dance and asked if he was going to suck you off?!

"Shhh!! No!! Jesus, Tae!"

"What?" Taehyung scoffs. "Everybody left already, it's almost midnight."

"I know, but... God, this is a school." Jimin looks at his friend as if he just insulted the entire hagwon community.

"Just tell me what the fuck happened!"

"Alright alright." Jimin sighs, rolling up to where Taehyung is sitting with his office chair so he can whisper. "So, that man, Mr. Choi, he didn't explain to me at all what was supposed to happen during a private lap dance, so once I had Suga on my lap I just freaked out. He was being all suggestive and shit and–"

"And you wanted him to lick your balls."

"For fucks sake, Tae!" Jimin slams his hand on the table, protesting his friend's boldness, but failing to hold back a chuckle.

"Sorry, sorry, go on," Taehyung snickers.

"Well, I wanted to make sure he wasn't going to... to do anything like that, but he misunderstood so I ran out," Jimin explains, looking down at his hands on the table with a pout.

Taehyung laughs, leaning back in the school chair and shaking his head. "Oh my, Jimin-a, here I was hoping your prudeness level had actually dropped to a six, but you went straight back up to a nine."

Jimin groans, dropping his forehead down on the table with a thud.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad, Jimin-a," Taehyung tries to comfort him, slapping his shoulder a few times in support. "At least you didn't have to pay for it. And now that Mr. Choi is your friend, you can ask him to let me get a lap dance from Kookie Dough."

"What?" Jimin jerks his head back up.

"Mr. Choi is the club's manager, and since you and him are buddies now, you could–"

"We are not buddies," Jimin objects sternly. "We just exchanged contact information so I could put his daughter on the list of my next–"

"Yeah yeah, details," Taehyung waves his hand dismissively. "Fact of the matter is, you two are in contact and I want a lap dance from Kookie. I'll pay for it, of course, although I'm really kind of short on money these days, but it'll be worth it if it's Kookie," he grins widely.

"I'm not going to ask Mr. Choi to let you get a lap dance, Tae, I'm not even supposed to tell you about our deal. Plus, I don't want to speak to that man ever again if I could, but since his daughter is going to be my student I will have to... Shit." Jimin leans back in his chair, already dreading the phone calls he's going to have to make to discuss the man's daughter's progress while he knows how Jimin freaking ran out of his club like a moron.

"Fine... I'll just go back to the club and try to charm my way into that man's arms myself," Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, making Jimin giggle a little.

"How do you plan on doing that?"

"Oh, I found out he likes cooking, so if I mention I work at a bakery we might hit it off and get married in Las Vegas the next day," Taehyung deadpans.