Sugar Daddy [Taekook] ✓

Chapter 3

To clarify, Jungkook is the sugar daddy. I repeat, Jungkook is the sugar daddy. ❤️

"Call me Taehyung, sweetheart."

Jungkook blushed crazily after hearing the nickname that was given by Taehyung. "Y-Yah! Who are you calling sweetheart-" "Jungkookie!!"

Jungkook felt himself was engulfed by a person. The great impact nearly caused him to stumble. "Gyeomie." He gave a deep sigh.

"Thank god you're okay Jungkookie! I heard there's a fight here and I rushed here until I almost puke out the things I ate for the past three years and luckily I saw you and you're doing really okay right?!" Yugyeom exhaled deeply, muttered.

"Did you realise you didn't add any comma in your sentence?" Jungkook asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Yugyeom groaned, "That's not the point babe! You didn't get hurt right? If you get hurt, your brother will surely cut me into pieces and feed the sharks in the sea." He checked Jungkook from head to toes, sighing loudly when he saw Jungkook was squeaky clean, without any injury on his body.

"He's not that scary! Hyungie is nice to me-" "Yes nice to you but not me, Kookie." Yugyeom interrupted Jungkook's sentence. He turned around as he heard a fake cough beside him and saw an unknown man standing beside Jungkook.

"Oolala, looking handsome there mister." Yugyeom whistled, wiggling his eyebrows as he stared at Taehyung.

Taehyung straight away ignored Yugyeom's words. "Sweetheart, he's your boyfriend?"

"No he's not- Stop calling me sweetheart!!" Jungkook frowned cutely, putting his hands on the both side of his hip.

A wide smile appeared on Taehyung's face. "Then let's get a drink." He wrapped his fingers around Jungkook's thin wrist. His tanned skin made a large difference between Jungkook's milky white skin.

"Hey! Don't drag me." Jungkook said, but he still let Taehyung hold his wrist. "Bye Gyeomie!"

Yugyeom watched both of them walked away, "What just happened?" He asked himself.

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"What would you like to order, sweetheart?"

Jungkook glared at Taehyung. The male raised his hands up in surrender, "Alright alright, calm down sweet cheeks-" "What's wrong with these nicknames? Can't you just call me Jungkook?"

Taehyung shrugged when Jungkook again threw him a glare. "I will call you Kookie then. Jungkookie~" he supported his chin using his palm, "I bet you're sweet like cookie too. But I can't promise I won't call you sweetheart from now on."

Jungkook rolled his eyes but he knew his face already betrayed him since they turned red immediately. "Get me a drink."

Taehyung quirked his eyebrows, "Sure." He leaned forward and whispered something beside the bartender's ear. He sat down back on the seat beside Jungkook.

"So... Why did you help me?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head.

"I don't know." Jungkook shrugged, "Helping people in need doesn't need a reason, right?" He asked back, "Plus, you look like you can't handle that man."

Taehyung chuckled out, "Really?" He shook his head, "You look like you can't handle that man too."

Jungkook immediately slammed his hands on the table, wincing when he hit it too hard. "Hey! I paid for you and you said I can't handle it?" Jungkook said, doesn't like the way Taehyung underestimate him.

"Well I'm really thankful for that." He suddenly leaned closer to Jungkook and whispered, "But I think I'm the only one who saw you shaking when you scolded the man huh?"

Jungkook's face cheeks suddenly turned as red as an apple after hearing Taehyung's words, "Y-Yah!"

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Just when Taehyung finished his sentence, the bartender placed two glasses of liquid in front both of them.

"Milk?" Jungkook asked when he saw the white liquid inside the glasses. He stared at Taehyung in confusion.

"Yeah. What's wrong with the drink?" Taehyung replied, pushing it towards Jungkook, "Drink it up, Kookie."

Jungkook stared at the glass of milk. He hold it with his hands, lifting it up and gulped it in one go. "You're really not a bad guy." He said to Taehyung, placing the glass on top of the table.

"What makes you said that?" Taehyung asked.

"Just... when I was 16, my hyungie had a business talk in one of the bar in Seoul. I helped one guy there too, he offered me a drink like how you did." Jungkook said, "I drank it without a single hesitation. Turns out it was alcohol, and I was too dumb to realise it, so I got drunk and almost..."

"So, I'm the good guy because I didn't offer you alcohol?" Taehyung asked, feeling kind of amused by how the younger man thinks.

"Kind of." Jungkook said, smiling a little.

Taehyung was more amused by the innocence of the boy. He decided to tease him again, "Maybe because I'm good in bed, that's why I can't be a bad guy."

Jungkook stared at Taehyung who's now smirking. "You are good at flirting." He stated, eyebrows creased to a frown. He scanned Taehyung's attire and analysed how the man spoke, he made a small conclusion to himself. "Are you perhaps a stripper here?" He voiced out his thought.

Taehyung choked on his own spit. "Of course-" He stopped protesting when he saw Jungkook sparing him glances filled with pity. A sudden thought came up to his mind.

His lips tilted up, forming a smirk, "Yes I am."

"Oh god..." Jungkook reminded himself how the strippers were getting treated when he walked inside this bar just now. They were getting treated badly and wouldn't utter a word about that.

He stared at Taehyung, feeling nothing but pity towards the male.

No wonder he didn't speak up for himself just now. He must have not enough money to pay for the man's shirt. Jungkook thought. But he's too bulky to be a stripper isn't he?

"Is that why you didn't defend yourself just now?" Jungkook asked.

Taehyung tried to press down his curving lips. He nodded his head, "Yes." Then he tugged his head down, looking like a lost puppy in Jungkook's eyes.

Jungkook doesn't know why he feels like helping the person in front of him. Then a sudden idea came up in his mind and he couldn't stop himself from sharing it. "Taehyung," he called out for the man's name in a serious tone.

Taehyung hummed in response.

"Do you want to be my sugar baby?" Yes, that's Jungkook's idea.

"What?!" Taehyung jolted up from the seat, his chair almost fall down. Jungkook was startled by the sudden action of him.

"I want you to be my sugar baby." Jungkook said again, carefully, "I can't let you work as a stripper anymore. You seem like a good guy."

"Wait- No- I mean-" Taehyung couldn't form a complete sentence. He can't believe a 18 years old kid (Taehyung believe he's just 18) just asked him to be his sugar baby just now. "What makes you think I need a sugar daddy?"

"You don't need?" Jungkook asked with a frown on his face. His face looked so serious and it just makes Taehyung more speechless.

Taehyung laughed out, doesn't know the reason he laughed it's because he's too angry or speechless. "What kind of question is that?"

Jungkook pursed his lips, "But-" He stopped talking when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He took out his phone, almost dropped it when he saw the caller id was none other than his father.

He accepted the call, feeling extremely nervous, "Appa."