The Dance Teacher || Namseok

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It didn't take long before the two men were traveling down the road, and luckily it was still pretty early in the morning so the traffic wasn't too bad. And, unlike his car rides with Hoseok, Seokjin was extremely sociable and it seemed as though awkward silence wasn't in his vocabulary.

"man jin, i literally can't stop drooling over your car." Namjoon trailed as he lightly grazed his finger over the smooth leather seats, not really caring how weird he looked doing it.

"i was the same the first few days," Seokjin laughed, "and my baby takes great pictures too. do you have an instagram joon?"

Namjoon shook his head, "i don't have a phone.. or many friends. my friend taehyung has one though, but he always crops me out of his photos because he says i'm not sparkly enough."

"oh um, that's too bad.." Seokjin replied slowly, not really sure how to respond.

"eh i don't really care, i'm not very photogenic so i don't mind." Namjoon shrugged, "by the way, are the business people really important or something cause i don't see why it's a big deal?"

"basically, yeah, they are. but don't feel nervous joon, all you have to do is greet them and serve them food, that's it. if they ask you something just tell me and i'll deal with it." Seokjin assured, momentarily glancing over at Namjoon and shooting him a smile.

"it seems easy enough, but knowing me, i'm sure i'll mess something up. so i'm apologizing in advance to save me from embarrassment." Namjoon spoke sheepishly.

Seokjin laughed, "hey calm down, nothing should go wrong if you just do what i tell you okay? the worst that could happen is not getting a tip."

Namjoon sighed and nodded. Maybe today nothing bad would happen if he just listens to Seokjin and does everything smoothly. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he's sure he's going to mess something up. His whole life is a basic mess which is why he's a little hesitant to agree to Seokjin's assuring. Nonetheless, he's mentally praying just in case.

After a few more minutes of driving, they had finally reached their destination. Seokjin parked himself in front of the cafe and fortunately, it seems as though the important guests still haven't arrived.

The two males got out of the car, Namjoon taking a little longer as he was still mesmerized by the cars alluring exterior. As they made their way inside the building, the strong smell of bitter coffee and freshly baked pastries entered their open nostrils. The cafe wasn't full but there were still a few couples sipping their drinks near the front windows.

Bang pd-nim could be seen working behind the counter and it looked as though he was an anxious and nervous, judging by his sweaty figure. His thin black hair was plastered against his wrinkly forehead as drops of excess sweat went running down his cheeks, his shirt also clearly defining drenched pit stains.

"yo boss, we're here." Seokjin greeted, grabbing his apron hanging from the wall and tying it around him. Namjoon followed suit, although the only apron left was a soft pink one, which gave him no choice but to put it on and look like an actual pansy.

"oh thank god you guys arrived!" Pd-nim sighed in relief, grasping a napkin from the counter and rubbing away the sweat on his forehead before looking back at them, "remember guys, these people are really important and if we mess this up, our reputation will be ruined."

Namjoon looked over at Seokjin, who sheepishly shrugged as response.

"don't worry boss," Seokjin spoke, turning back, "you can count on us! right namjoon?" he quickly elbowed Namjoon in the rib, causing the male to suddenly jump in shock.

"yes sir, you can count on us as if we were numbers." Namjoon quickly chirped up, holding his aching rib cage as he glared over at the oblivious Seokjin.