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Jungkook 3.0

"And that's why I think it's a booty call but is it really if he's my sugar baby?" Recounting the entire conversation including all of his messed up fears to Namjoon was embarrassing to say the least. But the truth was he really didn't think Hoseok was the person to go to for this. He'd probably just say how it's normal and fine and chances were exceptionally good that Seokjin was not as panicked as he was.

"So ignoring absolutely everything you just told me -" Namjoon wasn't just a good choice when you wanted advice. No he was the person - having lived an exiting enough life that he had an experience that could eqaute to almost anything. "This really isn't like you, Kook. First you get a sugar baby which honestly was not even on my radar of things you would ever do."

"Nothing else was working, Hyung." And he was unwilling to admit just how lonely he was starting to get. Sure, Namjoon would ask him to come out every single weekend. Hoseok would invite him out to lunch at least once a week. They hung out and played video games on Sundays. But it wasn't the same.

"Listen, I get it. But let's take a moment and consider where you've been looking. Most people in bars and clubs aren't looking for comittement. They're looking for a quick fuck. And maybe that's my fault. I should have been introducing you to people instead of putting you into those situations." But Jungkook was young and attractive and honestly it would have made sense if that's what he wanted. Just to party and be wild and free.

But no, he just had to be that rare odd duck who actually wanted a husband instead of a fling. And unfortunately you could not make a husband out of a hoe.

"It's not your fault." Even if Namjoon had introduced him to someone, he would have had the same issues. And what incentive, really, did they have to stick around? "And I know this isn't like me but that's kind of the problem, Hyung. I never take any chances."

"Okay, so you got me there." He could distinctly remember him and Hoseok practically trying to drag Jungkook towards this really cute boy who had been super into him at the club one night, both whispering words of encouragement, telling him to just go say hi. Strike up a conversation. Take a chance. Have faith that he would get past those awkward first few minutes and it would go somewhere.

Instead he'd made some excuse about having to go to the bathroom and had ended up jumping out the window.

"Just think of him as my practice boyfriend." But the fact was, he didn't want Seokjin to just be practice. And part of him already desperately wished they had met under other circumstance.

"Your practice boyfriend who you're going to have what, practice sex with?" It sounded bad. When Namjoon put it like that it sounded incredibly bad.

"No. It'll -" Be real. It would be so incredibly real for him. And it would just be a job for Seokjin.

"My advice -" Namjoon was talking, the sound of the other's voice pulling him out of his own thoughts, head tilting to the side as he tried to force himself to listen. "- is to slow all the way down, Kook. Take him out. Spoil him. Soak up all those cuddles you've been longing for. But don't give that piece of yourself away, alright? Save it for when it'll mean something."

It would mean something with Seokjin. It would.

It would mean something to him. He didn't know what it mean to Seokjin. Maybe he would just see dancing dollar signs the whole time. It was really impossible to tell.

"Alright, Hyungie. If you think that's best." Namjoon had never steered him wrong before. Then again, neither had Hoseok, and this entire thing really was his idea.

He could just start thinking for himself. But the problem was he always got himself into trouble.

...

So sex was off the table.

Not that he actually wanted that. But he couldn't deny that Namjoon had made a lot of sense. That he was moving incredibly quickly. They'd only had two dates. Sure they had talked on the phone. Had been texting each other almost constantly. But what did they really know about each other?

Actually, he was pretty sure Seokjin knew everything about him by now. The problem was he really didn't know that much in return. He could always just ask, but the idea of sending the other some series of questions to fill out just felt impersonal and nosy.

Yoongi might have more information, but how would that look? The only other person he knew who apparently also knew Seokjin was Taehyung, but considering how that conversation had gone last time, he really didn't feel like poking that particular bear.

And maybe he should just leave it. Maybe it was best if they just didn't know that much. Maybe it would keep him from getting anymore attached.

Which was foolish, because he was already ridiculously attached.

And that was another problem. How quickly he formed attachments. Anyone and everyone was his friend - and Namjoon and Hoseok never failed to warn him that not everyone had the same good intentions.

What were Seokjin's intentions? To get his rent paid.

Why did he need his rent paid? Because he lost his job.

So why didn't he just get another?

Even trying to follow that logical path didn't lead him to any clearer answers about why Seokjin was actually doing this. Maybe he had his own issues. Maybe he just heard about it and realized that there were far easier ways to earn money that what he was currently doing. With a face like that, he really couldn't be blamed.

He was going to over think himself into an early grave at the rate he was going. Just worry himself right into the coffin.

There wasn't even anything to worry about. Everything was fine.