SALESBOI || taekook ✔

[7] reservations for park jimin.

The bus stopped, snapping Taehyung out of his thoughts. He had arrived in front of the restaurant Jimin was bragging about.

Taehyung hopped off the bus and took one good look at the building. He could see some people walking in and many others leaving, faces glowing with satisfaction.

"Yo... you're late." Jimin spoke from behind him.

"2 minutes late. Just be happy that I came." Taehyung said.

"I was joking! Don't blow up." Jimin commented, making Taehyung roll his eyes.

"So- let's go in?" the former asked, a tad bit too excited.

Taehyung was unsure. Would he fit in? Jimin looked pretty good in that shirt he was wearing. A shirt Taehyung had never seen before.

"Uh... It's Yoongi's. One of his rich peeps gave it to him." Jimin said noticing the obvious confusion on Taehyung's face.

They had shared a wardrobe before and had full access to each other's clothes, but some of Jimin's clothes were kind of short for Taehyung... but they never talked about it. And they had their reasons for it.

"After you my lady..." Jimin said sounding like a gentleman.

Taehyung just giggled and hit Jimin's shoulder in a playful way. He then walked ahead, leading the way, even though he had no fucking clue where to go.

When they reached the grand door, it was opened to them by the formally dressed guards.

"Phew... I thought they might say, I'm sorry beggers are not allowed, but they didn't." Taehyung said, almost in a whisper to his best friend.

"Taehyung. I had to fucking beg Yoongi for this outfit and you're still saying I look like a begger... Dude."

"Nooooo. You look amazing, I'm talking 'bout myself." Taehyung said as he lowered his head.

Before Jimin could reply to that, a middle-aged man dressed in a tux approached them.

"May I help you fine gentlemen, find seats?" he said as he flashed a pleasant smile.

"Oh we already have reservations...Reservations for Park Jimin." He said feeling a tad bit proud.

"Oh sirs you should have approached the reception then. I'll take care of it now, please wait here." The kind man said after which he walked to the reception.

In no time, he came back with that same smile. "Table 23 sir, it is next to the VIP section."

"Thank you, we'll go now. " Jimin said as the middle-aged man bowed and walked away.

"Next to the VIP section??! We are going to see someone famous today!! I know it... Maybe Lee Jong Suk or Park Hyungshik... Aaahh I don't knowww..."

"Chill Jimin. Most prolly we're just gonna see some rich old guy with a beer belly. But I'm pretty sure that'll make you happy... Won't it?" Taehyung said, face shining with innocence.

"Uh huh. Says the gay dude."

"What the ff- I'm not ga-"

"Come on let's go to our table now." Jimin said cutting off Taehyung's false confessions.

It took them less than a minute to find their table.

Table 23. Right next to the VIP section. But of course the VIP section looked much more elite.

They both sat down and looked around. The VIP section had an old couple, and some youngsters scattered around, but no one familiar.

The waiter came and Jimin ordered from the menu. Dishes that Taehyung had never heard of.

"How the-"

"I looked it all up yesterday... Even learnt how to pronounce them. Say thank you bitch." Jimin said, feeling proud of himself yet again.

"Thank you bitch." Taehyung grinned.

Jimin rolled his eyes at that.

"So, tell me 'bout your sugar daddy." The latter said, lips curving into a smirk.

"First of all, HE IS NOT MY SUGAR DADDY. He's just a rich rude guy-"

"But nice to you?" Jimin said, interrupting Taehyung.

"NO. He just bought something extra... accidentally, so he gave it to a poor salesman, who was me."

Salesboy actually.

"Accidentally huh? Let me see, he picked up the yellow bag for his friend, and then he saw the shirt on you, yes?" Jimin asked, to which Taehyung nodded.

"I'm pretty sure he fixed his mind on the bag while you were in the trial room-"

"And how do you know all this?" Taehyung asked.

"Yoongi, duh. Okay so... then he saw the shirt on you and his mind prolly went whoop this boy looks seskeyy, he deserves that shirt... Trust me."

Taehyung just smiled and shook his head at that, but actually he could feel those butterflies making a come back. The thought of Jungkook gave him butterflies.

He had only seen the latter once and that too, for like 20 minutes. But Taehyung already felt like they could be together.

No stop. You'll get hurt.

Jungkook will never hurt you and you know it.

How the fuck do you know that? You don't know him.

Voices filled up Taehyung's head. Contrasting ones. And he didn't know which one to trust.

"Whatchu thinkin' bout?" Jimin asked.

"I think I kinda like Jungkook." A butterfly slapped him, again.

"Whoa hooooo... Bro... I'm so happy I dunno why. I guess I always wanted you to be gay." Jimin said dramatically, placing a hand on his own chest.

"Ugh. Cut the drama. I'm not even sure. Maybe it's the shirt talking."

But no. Taehyung was sure.

The waiter soon brought the food Jimin ordered and they both ate, Taehyung's eyes widening with each bite. They finished eating quickly, not because they were in a hurry. It was just good food.

They were now having a final glass of exquisite wine to end the dinner beautifully.

"Oh look it's that model, Lisa Manoban... She's been here for a while I think. I didn't notice..." Jimin chuckled.

"Lisa? Yeah she's cool I guess. I like her fashion sense. A lot." Taehyung replied, not even looking up from his glass of wine.

"Oh she's not alone. Her boyfriend's there too. He's kinda hot." Jimin said looking over at Lisa's table in the VIP section.

"Really? Where? Lemme see-"

The sight made Taehyung's heart drop to the bottom of his stomach. All those butterflies dying. One by one.

They look good together. They look happy.

Taehyung's forehead started getting lined by beads of sweat, breath hitching.

"Do you know him? I've seen him somewhere. But I just can't put a finger on it-" Jimin said face scrunching up with confusion.

"That's Jungkook." Taehyung said, heart twitching.

A/n:
I thought this story could use some angst.
But. I don't know how to write angst.

Anygays, hope y'all liked this chapter.

Love,
Potato