sugar and salt•jikook

III

"Is it even possible to be a bottom and a sugar daddy?" Jungkook asks nobody in particular.

"What the fuck? What kind of question is that?" Yoongi scoffs, mouth full of the sandwich he's eating for lunch. He glares at Jungkook in disgust.

"Huh?" Jungkook blushes. He was thinking out loud. What if he had let something more important slip out? Come on, Jeon. Get your head in the game.

"Why would you ask that? Are you a sugar daddy or something?" Yoongi asks.

"Are you implying I'm a bottom?" Jungkook scoffs, slightly offended.

"So then you're a sugar baby?"

Jungkook sweats. Shit. "Uh, what? I'd never do that." He tries to push the idea away.

"You're behavior is way too suspicious for me to believe you." Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Look, Jungkook, I don't give two shits about what you do for money. All I'm saying is that a bottom sugar daddy is pretty rare and you should consider yourself lucky."

"Huh? Why?" Jungkook questions.

"You're a top, dude. Not even just a top. You're like, the stereotype for a top. How would you feel if all of a sudden someone wanted to shove their dick into your ass?" Yoongi explains.

Jungkook nods. He can't really argue with that logic. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I did get pretty lucky." He sighs.

"So I was right then? You are a sugar baby? Gross ass..." Yoongi scowls.

"I-I... yeah."

"Let me guess, you went online to troll people and realized how poor you are so you set up an account."

"How the hell did you know?" Jungkook is shocked.

Yoongi shrugs cockily. "It's called a sixth sense, kid." Jungkook rolls his eyes. "So how gross is it? Is he sixty? Seventy?"

"Actually... he's not too much older than I am." Jungkook admits. "At least I don't think he is. I never actually asked."

"What? You got a young sugar daddy? Is he actually hot?" Yoongi now seems interested.

"Yeah, actually. He's like so hot, dude. You don't believe it." Jungkook brags. "He's like, the hottest guy you'd ever see in your life."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. And guess who's fucking him? This guy." Jungkook points to himself triumphantly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jeon, but if you could keep it down, it'd be very grateful." Jungkook hears a familiar voice behind him.

He turns to see Jimin along with a few other professors having lunch in the dining hall.

"U-uh..." Jungkook reddens. Jimin literally just heard him bragging about fucking him. Which is embarrassing because he called him the hottest guy he's ever seen for one, and secondly because they haven't even fucked yet. It's been like two days. They haven't even started their relationship yet.

"Yeah, shut the fuck up, Jeon." Yoongi rolls his eyes.

Embarrassed, Jungkook turns back around to eat his lunch in silence, but not before catching the satisfied smirk on Jimin's face.

"I want to die." Jungkook says quietly.

"Don't we all." Yoongi sighs. "Anyway, I gotta go. We still on for tonight? Me, you, and Tae?" Yoongi asks.

"Yeah, my place, right?" Jungkook confirms. Yoongi nods, standing and taking his empty plate with him.

"Alright. See ya." Yoongi walks off and Jungkook is left alone. Just as he's about to leave himself, his phone goes off in his pocket.