Mr. Billionaire | Taekook

Breakfast In Bed

“Save it” Jungkook replies. “I'm not going to stand here and let myself feel like a charity case” He says.

“Just take your money, and go” He says, placing the money on the table and turning to leave.

“Wait” Taehyung says, Jungkook stops and turns back. “If you're not gonna take that, just take something. Take just one” He says, trying to hand him back just one note.

Jungkook scoffs. “No thanks. I think I'll pass” He says. “So, why don't you just take your money, and tip someone else who actually needs it. Because I don't. I'm not some low class waiter who needs to take whatever they can get and accept free money. I make my own money, and I work hard for it. So thanks for trying to ruin that with your donation money, but I won't be accepting it” He says. “Good day” He finishes, before walking off.

It's eight a.m in the morning with little raindrops hitting the windowsill of Taehyung's bedroom. The cold air blows throughout the city, with not too many people walking on the streets, while you see more cars on the road jammed in traffic. It hasn't rained in a while and it's a nice change of scenery. Taehyung likes rain anyway.

Taehyung lies in his king size bed, leaning his back against the huge, gold headboard, shirtless, as he thinks about yesterday's events.

He honestly didn't feel bad about trying to give Jungkook money. In his mind, he should've just taken the money, like any normal person would do. Anyone would've just taken it, no questions asked. But Jungkook is a different case.

Not only did he not accept it, he also told Taehyung off, and tried to make him feel bad about it. No one has ever done that before to him, and it doesn't feel good.
But all in all, Taehyung doesn't understand Jungkook's situation, therefore, feels as if he's done nothing wrong.

As Taehyung lays there, questioning his existence based on the whole ‘tip’ thing, he feels the bed move and turns to his right, looking down.

“Mmm” A girl hums, shifting around under the covers. “Taehyung?” She mentions, eyes still closed, though pulling her hand out from under the blanket to try and feel him.

Taehyung chuckles, watching her. “I'm here, I'm here” He reminds her, grabbing her hand and holding it. “Sleep” He tells her, and she has no problem in obeying his demands and drifting back off to sleep. He giggles to himself, as he decides to just watch her rest. She's cute. But that's about it to Taehyung.

There's nothing really special about her. She’s kind, and cute, but just doesn't do anything for him. She's not too bad in bed, and she is pretty funny, but doesn't make Taehyung feel much. If anything, this girl would be a much better friend to him than a girlfriend.

Taehyung sighs. He feels like he needs to move on with his life. Finding the perfect lady, is hard. He's been trying to find this person ever since… her.

-

As time reaches almost ten p.m, Taehyung stands alone in the kitchen, he now wears a loose plain shirt, standing at the stove, flipping what smells like delicious, gourmet pancakes.

He has already made about ten, stacked all up on a plate by the time the girl he slept with last night walks in wearing one of his other oversized shirts.

She yawns, moving closer to him as she stretches her arms out, still visibly tired.

“Tired?” He asks, eyeing her down and noticing her bare skin, staring at her legs, before snapping out of it and shifting his attention back to the pancakes.

“Yeah” She admits, now having reached him, plops up, and takes a seat on the bench right next to him. Her bare thighs and legs showing as the shirt only reaches her knees when standing, but rides up when sitting. “Last night, was amazing though” She smiles, and Taehyung looks up.