Sugar Daddy || Taehyung (BTS)

Chapter 3

I walk into the kitchen, stunned.

"Patrick..." I say, examining my new phone.

I hear him talking to someone and I look up. It was the guy.

"Hey, Lily," Patrick says, obviously acting. "You never introduced me to your friend here."

The guy turns his head towards me and flashes a smile.

"Hi, Lily," he says.

"Taehyung here has been telling me all about his life," Patrick says. "Come join the fun."

Taehyung isn't an American name. He must not be from here.

"You can call me V if you want," Taehyung says and smiles. "It's my nickname."

"Oh-kay," Patrick says. "You wanna fill Lily in on our conversation?"

Taehyung turns his body to open some space for me to join in.

"Well," he starts. "I moved here around ten years ago to train for a Korean pop band."

A music band from Korea? That's kinda cool.

"Me and six of my buddies came to Cali to have real voice coaches and choreographers teach us," he continues. "But some of us didn't feel like forming a band anymore so we took off. I went the business route and some of the other guys stayed as celebrities."

His eyes shift to meet mine.

"I'm glad I went down this path," he says, scanning me up and down again.

"Ooh, ooh," Patrick says. "Tell her about why you're at the Rocheux."

Taehyung looks back at him, "Well, I sponsor tons of fashion companies and this one just happens to be the most supportive of me."

He looks at me again, "These people love me."

A tapping sound comes from the kitchen window. It's the older man from earlier.

"That's my cue to go," Taehyung says. "It was nice to meet you, Patrick."

"Mhm," Patrick says and gives me a wink.

Taehyung faces his body towards me and we're inches apart.

"Call Daddy when you get home," he whispers in my ear and gives me a quick kiss on my head before leaving the kitchen.

I look at Patrick, his mouth is agape.

"Did he just call himself 'Daddy'?" He says, trying not to laugh too hard.

I nod, eyes wide open.

Patrick covers his mouth with a ladle, "You got yourself a sugar daddy."

I raise my eyebrow, "What's a sugar daddy?"

He rolls his eyes, "Girl, you have been disconnected for so long."

He pulls out a chair from underneath the chopping table.

"A sugar daddy is an older man who gives expensive gifts or money to a younger girl for her company or sexual favors," he says, sitting down. "Lily, you are so lucky."

Sexual favors?

"What do you mean by sexual favors?" I ask, starting to get worried.

"Like fucking, Lily," he says then chuckles. "You're so innocent, I just wanna give you a hug."

I shake my head vigorously, "No, no, no... I can't do that."

I have absolutely no experience in anything like that. I've only had a kiss on my cheek by Nick back in the first grade. Now, any guy that would hit on me just gets ignored. I have no business doing stuff like that.