A Jungkook story,
where he's her adorable sugar baby.
"Is it getting ticklish down there?"
An obvious smirk was spread upon her lips as she watched him shyly nodded, embarrassed at himself for feeling this way right now.
"Let mommy fix it for bunn...
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But his fingers had gripped onto the hem of her shirt.
"Noona, c-can you please...stay?"
She slowly turned around to him, kneeling down to his eye level before cupping his red puffy cheeks. "Only if the bunnyboy would stop crying." A big pout was plastered on his such kissable lips, a tear slipping out from his eyes right at that moment as she acted that she'll leaving. "Wait! I-I'm not crying anymore!!" He quickly wiped his tears away, stopping her steps by grabbing onto her pinky.
Why is he so adorable? Like why??
"W-Will you stay now?" His soft little voice spoke as she stared at him with her heart pounding adoringly at his cuteness. Either way, she wasn't planning to leave him alone if he requested her to stay. How could she if he's in such a broken condition?
"Let's get you ready for bed, hmm?" Guiding him up from the couch, she somehow brought him into his bedroom as she sat on a chair in the corner of his room while she waited for him to take a shower.
He walked out with water dripping from his strands, white t-shirt and black shorts. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him.
Damn, a bunnyboy with such a hot appearance, how is he even still single?
After Jungkook, it was Y/N's turn to take a shower as he now sits on his soft mattress, heart racing just like always. Why did he even tell her to stay? He couldn't stop blushing, thinking about what could possibly happen, but he really didn't want to be alone tonight. Of course, he knew as a sugar baby, he would need to give some sugaring for the mommy, right?
But the experience with Liana just made him...hesitate now. He was so scared that he'll be insulted for his lack of experience, since he's already an adult. How could he even have any experiences if he couldn't even speak properly to almost everyone that he doesn't know?? He was born shy, and he really hates to be so shy sometimes. But there's still a part of him that wanted to try, the not so innocent part of him.
Hearing the bathroom's door unlock, his whole body flinched, as well as his gaze which shifted right up to Y/N, who's now wearing his t-shirt and shorts with water dripping down from her hair, they were matching once again.
More blood rushed up his cheeks at the sight of her as he swiftly looked away, hiding his face from her. She said she'd wash her undergarments, which proved to him that she's not wearing anything underneath. Plus, she's wearing his clothes, and she still looked unbearably beautiful in those oversized clothings, he wondered how is he even still conscious?
"Do you have a hair dryer?" She asked, not noticing how he was almost choking on his own breath right after hearing her soothing voice. "Y-Yes... t-there's one in my m-mother's room. I-I'll go get it!" And just like that, he stormed out of his room, clicking the door shut as he lets out a long relief sigh, placing his palm on his chest.
