Sugar Daddy || Taehyung (BTS)

Chapter 11

It's been a while since Taehyung invited me to Tokyo, and since I found out about him and Jimin's conflict. Ever since then, I've been trying to act normal around the two of them. They still continue to lie to me and avoid the topic.

I started my driving lessons, but Taehyung expedited the process so my license is coming in soon. I can't wait to put my hands on that Audi.

Right now, I'm getting ready to go see Jimin's show. He's about to pick me up.

I put on a Hermes dress and some gold earrings. This lifestyle's really grown on me.

My phone rings.

"Lily," Jimin says. "I'm outside."

"Okay, I'll be right out," I say.

I grab my purse and my keys before leaving. Jimin's waiting for me at the passenger door.

"Here you go, m'lady," he says and smiles cheekily.

"Thank you, kind sir," I say and get in the car.

He goes around to his side.

"You hungry?" Jimin asks. "We can grab some food before the show. We still have another two hours before the house opens."

I nod, "I'm starving."

"You want fast food or dine in?"

"Let's get Chipotle," I say and smile. "It'll be on me."

Jimin chuckles, "I can't let a lady pay, no matter how independent she is."

We begin our way to Chipotle.

"I can't wait to see you dance," I say. "Jin said you were the best dancer back then."

"Oh, I'm flattered," he says and laughs. "Jin would say that. Have you seen him dance?"

I shake my head, "Not on purpose, no."

He laughs again, "He's terrible. There was this one time we did an interview on a TV show and he got nominated to do his dance. It was so ugly."

I laugh with him, "Is it the one where he looks like the traffic police?"

Jimin nods and laughs even harder, "That's exactly what the interviewer said!"

I laugh again.

Jimin has a cute laugh.

"Don't make fun of him," I say. "You probably dance like that."

"Excuse me?" Jimin says in a random, weird accent. "I'm a phenomenal dancer, thank you very much."

We turn into the parking lot.

"(Korean) Let's go," Jimin says.

He unbuckles my seatbelt before getting out to open my door.

"You don't always have to do that," I say, taking his hand.

"I only do it for pretty ladies," he says and smirks.

I blush, "Well, thank you."

It felt awkward walking into a casual restaurant in nice clothing. I feel out of place.

"You can order first," Jimin says.

I shake my head, "Can you order for me? These heels are really killing me."

Jimin laughs, "Yah, we barely walked a couple feet from my car."

I pout, "Please?"

He smiles, "Fine, I got you."