Perhaps not by anyone else's definition of the word. Certainly not by Taehyung's. But by his own? Everything was better than fine. A strange occurrence that had only happened this one singular time.
His rent was paid. Not just for the upcoming month but for the next six. Receiving that particular notification had almost been enough to send him into cardiac arrest. In fact, he was completely sure that he had passed out. Fainted right onto the floor, because one moment he had been standing and the next his eyes were opening and he was spread out on his stomach with no recollection of how he had ended up there.
It was too much. All of it was too much already. Realistically he realized that Jungkook was likely just getting ahead of the game. Anticipating that they would resign their contract. Because of course they would. The fact that he was entirely ready to get Yoongi to extend it already should have been a red flag that maybe he was getting in too deep. But he had always been good at ignoring those.
Maybe it was incentive. A reason to keep putting up with Jungkook's split personality that he couldn't figure out. How he could go from being such an awkward, panic gay bunny rabbit one moment to being an alluring, sexually dominate daddy the next was beyond him. By all accounts it made no sense.
Maybe it was a thank you. Maybe it was just Jungkook wanting to spoil him, since apparently that was practically one of his kinks. The profile had made that much abundantly clear.
He could just ask.
But he had a better idea in mind.
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Thank you for taking care of my rent, daddy
You're already so good to me
I don't know what I can do to repay you.
....
Explaining the situation he had willingly entered into to Namjoon had been awkward. Especially since it was impossible for him to be calm about anything. And okay, maybe he should have stopped to think for five single seconds before posting that picture. But Seokjin had looked so beautiful in the early morning light. Looked so cute curled up in his sheets, cuddling the comforter like he missed Jungkook's warmth.
And maybe he just wanted to show everyone that he was actually capable of getting someone to like him. That he wasn't the innocent little bunny they all thought he was. He may have only been twenty, but he was far from being pure.
At least his thoughts weren't.
Yet Namjoon had taken the news shockingly well. As the self appointed big brother who's job it was to take care of them all, he usually questioned everything relentlessly. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate having someone looking out for him. Especially since Namjoon and Hoseok were the very first people in his entire life who actually had his best interest at heart. It was just that he was grown up now. No longer that little sixteen year old come to the city to attend school, too painfully shy to even speak to anyone.
