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Jungkook 2.0

"So -" This whole process has been -

Invasive. That was the only possible way to describe it. An actual mountain of never ending questions, trying to figure out exactly what he was looking for.

And apparently 'someone to cuddle with' was not an answer they heard every day.

"Tell me a little bit about what you're looking for." Yoongi gave him the distinct impression that he would rather be absolutely anywhere else than there. Would rather be doing anything else. Sure, he seemed sweet and kind on the surface, but he the distinct feeling there was an entirely different personality being hidden away underneath.

"Isn't that what I filled out all those forms for?" Getting the basics had turned into him having to describe what he wanted sexually, all because he'd checked the little box stating he'd be willing to make this contract an intimate one - for the right person. He couldn't deny that he had wants, needs that weren't being meant. But that would turn this into something else, wouldn't it?

"Sure. That gives me a place to start. Will make it easier to match you with someone who has similar interest."

The process, at the very core, was relatively simple: They had, over the course of the past four years, gathered a fairly vast database filled with hopefuls who wanted to be on the receiving end of this arrangement. Sure, they could ask them what they wanted - but one of the most important things he had learned was that it often didn't matter. Money made you accept a lot of things.

And sure, he could just use everything he had gathered to make an educated guess - it's what he did with the babies, after all. Used whatever they wrote down to make them sound appealing. To try and figure out weather or not they would be willing to deal with a sixty year age gap in return for making six figures.

In the end they all wanted the same thing. To get their bills paid.

It was a cold way of looking at it, and sometimes he questioned his own moral compass for being able to do it so well. It didn't come from a judgmental place - honestly he really didn't blame any of them. Sometimes, in life, you had to work with what you were given, and if he had been born looking like that, he would probably try and earn a living from it too. There was nothing wrong with it. Everyone was willing. Everyone consented. And that was all mattered.

"Well I -" What did he want? Honestly he had never given it that much thought. Sure, he knew - vaguely - what he might be interested in. Knew that he definitely wanted someone who would be willing to be available. "Someone pretty, I guess?"

"Everyone wants someone pretty, Jungkook-ah." There was amusement contained in the other's voice, and he watched as Yoongi slipped back into the seat across from him. "Try using adjectives."

"Okay." Nodding, he forced himself to take a deep breath - in through his nose for four and out of his mouth for five. "I want someone..." He couldn't. Couldn't actually say what he wanted. What would Yoongi think of him?

But what did he think of him now? So unable to find someone, anyone, willing to stick around past his own embarrassed stuttering that he'd been reduced to this.

"It's kind of hard to describe but I... I really want someone who looks innocent. Cute. Maybe not actually smaller than me but... submissive, you know?" He watched as Yoongi's fingers began playing over the screen, idly flicking through pages as if trying to find something specific.

"Keep going."

"I'm... not really good with people. Not until I get comfortable. So someone who can break the ice? Playful, I guess you would call it. And I want to spoil them. Buy them things and take care of them." There was an image he'd always had within his own mind of this ultra perfect being who would fit all of his desires.

"Do they need to be smaller than you?" Yoongi's fingers had paused, hovering over the screen as he looked up.

"No." There was a pause, a hesitation, before he was speaking again rapid fire. "Maybe a little. I don't know. It's really hard to explain."

"Try for me." He really did have to hand it to Yoongi - he was exceptionally good at what he did. Was amazing at guiding you through this entire process without feeling like you were being judged.

"I don't... want someone I can dominate because they're weak. I want someone who wants that too." His hands were clasped so tightly in his lap that he could feel his nails breaking through the skin.

"Nothing wrong with that." He could almost hear the smile contained within Yoongi's voice, head suddenly bobbing up as he watched him flick through the files more quickly, obviously looking for something specific now. "I think I may have the perfect baby for you."

"Really?" The only answer he received was a nod, before the tablet was being lifted and offered up. He took it carefully, trying not to let the way his hands were shaking show too much. But it was obvious the moment they wrapped around the device, in the way he hurriedly sat it back down, head bowing to take in the profile that was currently pulled up.

Suddenly he understood why they put the picture at the top. Because it was definitely what caught his eye. Had him actually gasping out loud. They were -

"Perfect." It came out as a whisper, without him even meaning to speak. It was simple, nothing more that the basics. Name, age, a few key words that supposedly made up his entire personality. But it looked -

Perfect. So perfect. He couldn't even formulate the words to say how close Seokjin seemed to match the image he'd been carrying within his own mind all of this time. How beautiful he looked, head tilted upwards into the camera. Even his body was -

How wide were those shoulders? How narrow was that waist? What was it like actually being in the other's presence? If he had been unable to pull himself together enough to speak to some random person at a bar who was already half drunk and not nearly as attractive, how was he ever going to manage this?

"He's a new client, so you'd be each other's first." It was meant to be playful, to spark just a little more interest. Normally, he would try and match someone like Jungkook with someone who had done this before. But he got the feeling that Seokjin would be capable of pulling the other out of his shell. "If you'd like I can send him your profile. See if he'd be interested."

"Yes." God yes. Right that second. "Please."

"Then I'll get things started." Already he was opening his email, typing up a message to Seokjin - and he thought for a moment that maybe he should drop the fakeness the way he had before, only to stick to his own normal overly professional tone. "He seemed eager, so I'm sure I'll have a reply soon. From there, we'll just negotiate the contract and set up a first meeting."

"Alright." He could do this. Could live with himself while they were waiting. Could not let his own fears of inadequacy stop him from doing something that might actually turn out really well.

Or it could be a total disaster. It was probably going to be a total disaster. 

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A/N: So a really different Jungkook than usual but honestly I really love the thought of him being a socially awkward bunny.