IDK about ya'll but asshole Tae Tae gets to me pretty hard, btw I listened to Outro: Tear while typing this entire chapter, that song gives me goosebumps 😭😭
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Taehyung's POV
I twirl my seat in a full circle as my associates discuss on ways to improve the reputation of our club.
I wasn't really interested in what they were saying after all my presence at this meeting was all that mattered. Namjoon was the brains of this operation so he was the one who decided everything, the rest of us just went along with it.
I was just getting paid to be an associate even though I didn't do shit.
"Jungkook and I went to Hazed last night, the new club everyone's talking about" Jimin says and I continue to twirl my chair, picking at my nails and not paying attention.
"It was crowded, really crowded and the energy was hardcore, they had personalized drinks, dancers, entertainment" he goes on.
"If we want to top them we have to do better" Namjoon says and everyone agrees in unison.
"Anyone have any ideas?" Namjoon asks looking around the table.
I continue to twirl my seat. I was in a hurry to leave, tonight we had agreed to back to the club and I was sure my little waitress was there.
I wanted to see her.
"Taehyung"
I stop twirling my chair and turn my head to look at Namjoon who's looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Do you have any ideas?" he asks and I can tell my attitude was annoying him.
I adjust my shirt and clear my throat "ideas about what?" I ask and Bambam sighs, obviously annoyed.
"You can at least pretend like you care" he says and I shoot him a glare.
"I'm sorry if you're still bitter about getting 15 percent while I get 20 percent" I snap at him and he sneers.
"Yeah plus five for being one of the major faces of the brand, how superficial" he shoots back and I start to get out of my seat when Namjoon slams his hand on the table.
"Will you two stop your bullshit, can't you be professional for five damn minutes?" he asks through clenched teeth.
"I apologize" Bambam says and slowly bows to our associates, "sorry" I mumble looking away.
"Do you or do you not have any ideas to improve the club?" Namjoon asks and I look around the table.
