Sugar Daddy [Taekook] ✓

Chapter 25

It was awkward, really awkward. Taehyung never felt that awkward before.

He was having dinner with the Kim family now. The long table in front of him was set with different kind of dishes, and Namjoon sat right opposite him, being silent all the time.

Luckily, Jungkook was beside him, acting as a guardian angel.

"Taehyung, have you tried the kimchi jjigae yet? It's one of Namjoon's favourites." Seokjin said, trying his best to lighten the mood. He kicked his husband leg under the table when the younger ignored what he said.

Namjoon let out a small groan in pain, wanted to glare at Seokjin but ended up earning a glare back. "Yeah, it's my favourite." Namjoon muttered.

"Then I should give it a try." Taehyung replied, trying to focus on the food instead of the tense atmosphere, "It's delicious, sir. You're a great cook." He said to Seokjin.

Seokjin chuckled, "Well, many said that to me." He said, "And please, you can drop the formalities. Just call me Jin or whatever, or maybe eomma, if you're comfortable with it."

Taehyung nearly choked on his rice at Seokjin's statement while Jungkook just giggled out, "Eomma, you're scaring him! And currently I want to have eomma all on my own, no sharing!" He said.

Taehyung knows both of them are trying to lighten the mood and makes him feel more comfortable, and he appreciate that a lot. But he knows, he should have a talk with Namjoon, alone, to solve things right.

Finally, Taehyung couldn't take it anymore. He cleared his throat, earning attention from the others, "Mr Kim, I want to have to talk with you, privately." He said, sounding as polite as possible.

Namjoon set his spoon down on the barely touched plate of food before nodding his head. He stood up, signalling Taehyung to follow him. Taehyung quickly stood up also, only feeling a tug on his shirt.

He looked down, setting his gaze on Jungkook's worried one. He gives the younger a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, sweetheart." He said, before walking away, following Namjoon.

Jungkook watched both of them walked away, can't help but ask, "Eomma, will appa kills Taehyung?"

Seokjin let out a loud laugh, reaching his hands out to pinch Jungkook's fluffy cheeks, "Baby, your appa is a president, not a mafia. Why don't you worry about your appa because your boyfriend is actually a mafia?"

"Taehyungie will not do anything to appa I swear!" Jungkook quickly argued. "I trust him!"

"Well, I trust my husband also." Seokjin shrugged, whispering the end of his sentence, "Plus, you should know your appa is actually a huge softie."

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"Have a seat." Namjoon said, signalling Taehyung while the man quickly sat down, sitting opposite to Namjoon. Namjoon's eyes studied him, sharp and calculating, and Taehyung can only stared back, remaining expressionless.

"So, a mafia huh?" Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow, "The biggest mafia boss in the world, just gone back from France and the next day you reached Korea is the exact day when you met Jungkook, right?"

Taehyung nodded his head, feeling not surprised over Namjoon's ability to track him.

Namjoon scoffed, "And I believe you lied to that innocent baby about your true identity? Because I know Jungkook, he will not approach any danger, unless he doesn't know you're actually the danger itself."

"Mr Kim." Taehyung finally spoke, his voice steady despite feeling very nervous inside him, "I know you're worried about Jungkook and I understand why you do so. I'm deeply sorry for lying to Jungkook, but I never lie about my feelings towards him. I love him, a lot, I wish I could stay by his side forever."

Namjoon crossed his arms, leaning back against the desk, his posture relaxed but his expression unreadable. "I didn't question your love to Jungkook, like who in the world doesn't love my precious son?" He asked, chuckling, "Taehyung, love is not enough. I want him to be safe and healthy. I don't want him to get involved to any danger."

"But sir, you cannot control his life-" "Let me finish my words first, young man." Namjoon said and Taehyung immediately shuts his mouth.

"That's actually what I thought yesterday. But after seeing how Jungkook's mood drastically change after seeing you, I understand that the reason of his happiness is not just me, Seokjin, his hyung and his friends. He has the rights to choose who will be his happiness and it's something I cannot control, which is why I agreed to Seokjin for having you in the house, interacting with Jungkook."

Namjoon took of his glasses, gaze was tired, but Taehyung could sense the softness and warmth behind them, "It just... I need some time to get used to it, to your presence and at the same time, I need you to promise me to protect Jungkook no matter what."

"I promise." Taehyung replied firmly, straightening his back.

Namjoon smiled, "Jungkook is precious to us. We almost lost him when he was born. Back then, I can even hold him in one hand. So, if you hurt him in any way, I won't hesitate to step in."

Taehyung nodded, relief washing over him. "I will take care of him, Mr Kim."

Namjoon gave him a small nod. Just as the tension began to ease, the door creaked open slightly, and Jungkook peeked his head in, his wide eyes filled with curiosity. Both men inside the room can't help but cooed out at his cuteness.

"Are you guys done with the serious talk?" Jungkook asked, stepping into the room with a mischievous smile.

Namjoon chuckled softly, shaking his head in defeat, "We're done. Come on, let's get back before your eomma gets mad because of wasting the food."

Jungkook grinned, bouncing over to Taehyung's side and circled his arms around the man's bicep, "Did you guys talk bad about me?"

"Is there anything bad about you?" Taehyung asked, tilting his head, successfully making the boy blushed.

Namjoon gave his son a soft look before turning to Taehyung once more, "Welcome to the family, Taehyung. Don't make me regret it."

Taehyung smiled, his heart swelling with relief and gratitude, "I won't, sir."