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Jungkook 1.0

It wasn't that he was too shy. Really. He had come a long way, especially within the last year. Had come to accept his own sexuality, even if he had to keep that one little fact hidden away from most of his family.

It wasn't like most of them kept taps on him anyway. For all they knew he was some rogue entity content on spending their money without a single care to helping them make more.

Then again, it wasn't like they didn't have enough of it. In fact, he was certain all of them could spend like it was the end of the world every single day until they died and it wouldn't even make a dent. A stupid amount of money. That was the only way to describe it.

And maybe he was a baby panic gay who just didn't know how to approach anyone. That much was true. Despite how long he had spent around Namjoon, trying to learn how to be well spoken and articulate and interesting, it just never seemed to get him anywhere. Everyone just always defaulted back to him being a cute little bunny and that was all they saw.

Honestly it had worked for him this far. For twenty long years he had just accepted that his role in everyone else's life would be the cute little friend they felt the need to protect.

At least until he had hit puberty and had apparently decided that the hobby he wanted most in this world was weight lifting and boxing and suddenly no one could keep up with him anymore.

So he was a baby panic gay with a great body. He was attractive - at least that's what his friends always said. It shouldn't be this hard just to find someone to come cuddle with him when he was feeling needy.

Which was all the time. Admittedly that probably mostly stemmed from a distinct lack of affection that he received. And despite constant offers from both Hoseok and Namjoon, it just wasn't the same.

It wasn't that he hadn't tried. Because he had. Had gone with them both to seemingly every single bar in South Korea. Had went to every outing he was invited to. Yet nothing ever came of it because he was incapable of getting past the introductions and actually being flirty.

There were things he wanted, of course. Things he looked for in a partner. But mostly he just wanted this entire thing to get past that first stage. To actually find the courage to give someone his phone number and then be capable of keeping the conversation going instead of letting it die.

And at the rate he was going, that was never going to happen.

...

"Okay, at the risk of sounding like some old man, have you maybe considered, I don't know, a match maker or something?" Kim Namjoon was a whole eight years older than him, a span of time that really didn't make that much of a difference. Until he opened his mouth and you realized he was an old man trapped in a young mans body.

"What he's trying to say is why don't you just download Tinder and become the biggest thirst trap the world has ever known?" Jung Hoseok was difficult to describe. The kind of person who felt like an open book but was really an entire mystery. Some days he felt like he knew everything about him. And some times he felt like he knew nothing.

"I told you, I didn't mean for it to come out that way!" His latest post had blown up, with more comments than he could actually spend time reading, with literal hundreds of people offering to come cuddle with him. He was adorable, obviously, like an over sized bunny. Who wouldn't want to make the sacrifice?

Jeon Jungkook was -

Not innocent. Not really. At least his thoughts definitely weren't. In fact they strayed so far from innocent so often he was certain he should just invest in a life time supply of holy water now.

So maybe he had been hoping that someone, anyone, would see that post and he would end up in bed with someone other than his Hyung. It wasn't that he was ungrateful - after all, Hoseok and Namjoon gave up a lot of their time to spend with him. To keep him in the affection he so craved.

But the problem was that, despite the fact that both of them would have been good choices, he didn't actually see either of them like that. Sure he could admit they were both attractive - but the real problem was he was a hidden alpha male who just really wanted someone he could pick up and hold against a wall and neither of them fit that aesthetic.

So he was right back to where he started. Constantly five minutes away from downloading a dating app and seeing how far it could take him.

...

"So -" Namjoon was off somewhere being Namjoon. Doing Namjoon things. Neither of them really knew exactly what that was. "Question."

"If this is about my current level of thirst yes I realize it's gotten out of control." Not just out of control. But to the point of actual desperation.

"Really starting to think that bleach seeped in to your skull and melted your brain." Without even thinking his fingers went to his own hair, tangling in the strands and twisting them. Honestly they were starting to feel a little dry, which meant it was probably time to say good bye to some of the length he had worked so hard to achieve and do what was best for his hair.

"Don't be jealous just because I look good like this." An extra cute bunny thirst trap. That's what Namjoon had called him. And sure, he had gained a couple hundred followers since the experiment had taken place.

Yet he had managed to slide into exactly zero direct messages.

"Sure. Keep telling yourself that babe." Jungkook was genuinely cute though. And maybe that was part of the problem. Everyone just saw him as tiny, harmless bunny instead of the way he wanted to be perceived. "Listen, this is gonna sound kind of crazy but -"

"I'm not actually downloading Tinder." He had tried once. And sure, he had gotten the response he'd expected. Had wanted. Mostly. Until it turned into a barrage of unwanted pictures of unattractive private parts and he'd been forced to delete the app while trying to find a way to empty his own memory.

"It's actually -" Was it like real life Tinder? He supposed it could be called that. "I'm not real sure how to come out and say this but, have you ever considered, I don't know, getting a sugar baby or something?"

"A what?" It sounded ridiculous. Honest and truly. Sure he had heard of them. Knew what they were. Had seen post on Instagram of younger women running around, wilding out on someone who was old enough to be their grandfather's dime.

And maybe it would technically solve his problems. Because obviously the person had some incentive to stick around past the awkward phase. Money was a fantastic motivator, after all. But paying someone to fulfill his needs? To be constantly on call for whenever the mood struck and he suddenly desperately needed to have his arms around someone?

It sounded crazy.

"A sugar baby? I mean, isn't one of your kinks spoiling people?"

"No." It was. It so was. He loved nothing more than spending his families money on his friends. Loved seeing the smiles that it would create. "Maybe."

"Okay, so, I know it seems a little weird. Paying someone to come be your cuddle buddy. But it might help, you know? Teach you how to loosen up."

Would anyone even be interested in him? He was so young. Not really what one would imagine when they envisioned a sugar daddy. Shy and cute and introverted. What would they really have to gain?

Sure he would love to have someone to absolutely spoil rotten. To spend time and money on. To pour all of his affection into. To take care of and make sure they were good. That's exactly what he wanted, wasn't it? And so what if they were being paid for their services. Maybe it would teach him how to actually go about this in a real scenario.

"How would I even find one?" Were their websites for this kind of thing? What would he even Google to get them?

"It's possible I know someone. I can give them your info." He shouldn't. He could already hear his family groaning in disappointment at his latest set of bad choices.

But then again, he pretty much lived to see how horrified he could make them.

"Sure. What have I got to lose?"