Strawberries and Cigarettes | TaeKook Fanfic

Chapter 2

The scuff mark incident wasn't the last time Jungkook and Taehyung saw each other. In a few weeks, they both started to see each other more often, with Taehyung frequenting to watch Jungkook play, which was quite amusing, because he wasn't someone who normally paid attention to anyone or anything outside of work. The only companion Taehyung had was his little Pomeranian, Yeontan.

Jungkook on the other hand was liked by everyone and was often seen in groups and it wasn't a surprise when his friends began to notice that a rich older guy kept eyeing him from expensive cars parked on the opposite side of the street. He very much gave off a 'sugar daddy' vibe.
Jungkook never really went up to talk to him, he just kept stealing glances as he subconsciously tried to impress Taehyung with his basketball skills.

It was a Friday evening and Taehyung was sitting in his BMW, looking at the teenagers play, but his eyes were following only a single one of them. The one with the messy black hair and chiseled physique. "That Jungkook is well sculpted for his age, got a pretty face too. And his skills are impressive..." Taehyung thought to himself. Just then, the match had ended and everyone retreated from the court. Jungkook grabbed a water sipper from his teammate and sprayed a stready stream of water into his mouth, before spraying it across his face. As the water and sweat trickled down his face, Taehyung couldn't stop himself from letting out a content gasp as he cleared his throat, in an attempt to wipe off the inappropriate thoughts forming in his head.

He closed his eyes and leaned back on his car seat when he heard footsteps approaching. Taehyung turned towards the window, a figure was blocking the sun for him. It was Jungkook, looking absolutely delicious!
"Why do you keep coming by so often, Mister?" Jungkook asked, faking an angry expression. "Why? Does it bother you?" Taehyung smirked. "It's kinda weird,you know? Some of the guys are calling you a sugar daddy" "Oh, I could be your sugar daddy if you want me to," Taehyung said, flashing a smile as he took out a Malboro from the packet in his car's cup holder.

Jungkook's eyes widened and his mouth was agape. He could feel his cheeks flush, "Yah! What are you saying?! Are you a pervert looking to molest kids?! Should I report you to the cops, you creep?!" His voice came out louder than he had anticipated and his friends from the court looked at him, worried. Taehyung chuckled as he placed the cigarette in his mouth and motioned for Jungkook to light it. Jungkook felt a bit uneasy but pulled out the lighter from his pocket and lit it as asked.

"I'm not that much older than you, I think, Jungkook. And I'm not in favor of being a sugar daddy." Taehyung said after taking a long puff. "How did you know my name?" Jungkook whispered, lowering his head to meet Taehyung's. "Your jersey" Taehyung said monotonously. Jungkook scratched his head realising that it was a dumb question to ask.

"I'll be honest here. My name's Taehyung. I'm 20 years old and the heir to SK Holdings. I don't ever take interest in anything outside of business...but you've piqued my curiosity. I want to know you better."

Jungkook had a blank stare. His mind was racing and he couldn't fathom what he was hearing. "SK Holdings? That's the biggest export empire in South Korea having a yearly turnover of $8.2 billion! Why is this guy here, talking to a nobody like me, with that kingly aura of his?! He wants to know me? Does he....like me?" These was the thoughts going on in his head. Jungkook couldn't utter a word. All he could do was stare into the blue eyes looking back at him,  the young man's bleached blond hair fell in perfect curves over his forehead. His face was well-defined and even though he knew that the blue contacts and the blond hair was not part of his natural appearance, it still made Jungkook's heart skip a beat. The plump pinkish lips, seemed flawless and almost made him want to bite into them and he noticed that they had now curved upwards in a seductive smile. His eyes wandered lower, taking in the glistening collar bones and the light rising and falling of his chest, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel while he smoked. There were a few strawberries in a bamboo holder near the gear shaft.