How I Met Your Father / Taejin

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Taehyung's POV-

"Do you think I have a big junk?"

"With what intention did you bring me to your place for, Taehyung? I'm leaving right now."

I hurl my jacket over at Hoseok and he dodges it giggling all the while.

"Why? Are you considering of changing professions now? It pays better than police work, eh?"

Hoseok gives me a look, grinning from ear to ear on the couch. It was his idea that we go back to my place and I tell him all the details of the evening, which I did... or atleast tried to in between all his cackling.

"That's not it, man. I have a reason."

I turn around to face the full length mirror again studying my crotch area. The stains on my jeans are still visible and it makes me blush remembering the incidents that followed.

His. Face. On. My.....

"What kind of reason? It's only your first day and I don't think stripping for grannies and measuring your junk size comes under the job description."
He shakes his head in disapproval.

"Hey! I heard you dumped hot coffee on someone's head. How are you doing any better than me?"

"That dude kept glancing at us and kept touching his hat so I thought he hid something there. I had to make him take it off and find out. Turns out he had a crush on Seokjin and was just trying to hide his bald spot from him."

It was my turn to shake my head. Also, why is there so much competition around? First it was that all black wearing hobo outside his place and now this.

Speaking of that dude...
Who could he be? And they definitely knew each other the way Seokjin responded. Could they be dating? Could he be the dad? The files on Seokjin had no mention or photograph records of ChiChi's father for me to know.

Whoever black wearing dude was, he looked like a bully and I need to search up on him.
But that jacket he had on was pretty cool though.
Maybe I should get one myself. Maybe Seokjin digs those kind of look...
Perhaps a new hairstyle too...

"Are you even listening to me?"
Hoseok speaks.

"What were you saying?"

"I asked if you found anything suspicious at work?"

"Oh that. I was coming to that. Not for now. I didn't get to meet the teachers today and chat up with anyone. The kids were more work than I thought."

Hoseok tsks sadly to this.
"I'm burning myself every minute with the coffee machine and the oven but I know you're having it harder than me. But what can we say to that tiny angry dwarf Officer Min? His yaps are scarier than any amount of burnt fingers and devil children."

I slump down on the couch and I can only nod sadly sympathizing the situations we've both been forced into.

Hoseok takes a big bite of the barbecued chicken and offers me a piece.
"Well..let's focus on the good for now. Cheers to barbecue chicken and cheers to your stripper money. May the grannies call again soon."
He exclaims loudly and I chuckle in response, too exhausted to fight back.