Run Away | Jinkook ✓

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It had taken Yoongi precisely twenty minutes to run a background check on 'this Jeon kid', as he kept so eloquently saying.

Jeon Jungkook. Twenty six. Alpha. Next in line to inherit his father's company. Chairman. Head of the IT department. International Playboy.

Those were the take aways. Every week he had been photographed with a new omega and no one seemed to know where he actually found any of them. It was entirely possible that Seokjin was going to be nothing more than the new flavor of the week, and honestly, he wasn't mad at it.

Of course he'd rather keep his picture out of the tabloids because he could still vividly remember his mother reading them in the check out line of the grocery store and he really didn't need to have to yeet himself entirely out of Korea.

"Go for it baby omega." Was the only advice that Yoongi apparently had to give. That and to try and empty out the elder's wallet while he was at it.

Despite how much he liked money, he wasn't actually a gold digger. At least that wasn't his plan in life. Being a trophy omega or something similar sounded good at the moment, like an easy life after the hardships he had endured all within the span of the last few years. But that wasn't him. He actually did want to make something of himself. Maybe go to college. Study to become an actual chef. Or take photography courses.

Speaking of, maybe he should stop wasting all of his money on buying more skin care products and actually enroll himself in some classes. He wasn't always going to look like this, after all.

Except, his stupid brain reminded him, he was going to look like this for at least another ten years, because he was sixteen.

He was sixteen and he had just agreed to have dinner with a twenty six year old. It was wrong on literally so many different levels.

But he couldn't exactly cancel and use that excuse. 'Oh sorry but I'm a filthy liar.' That would get him fired and guarantee that his family found him.

So really, what choice did he actually have? That line of thinking had always gotten him through everything before.

Perhaps that was his third major mistake.

Never before had a shift gone by quite so slowly. Minutes suddenly seemed to take hours, and by the time the day was done, he was certain half of his life had passed. Rushing home to shower and change left him breathless, like suddenly everything had sped up and now he was in a mad dash against time. Jungkook hadn't exactly told him where they were going. Despite receiving a 'good morning' text, all the information he was that he should wear something 'pretty'.

Which was how the entire contents of his closet had ended up on his bedroom floor. He'd lost track of how many outfits he had tried on before finally landed on the one he was currently wearing. Black skinny jeans that had been ripped in strategic places - the inner thigh had been Yoongi's idea, and he still wasn't sure why he had agreed. Matched with a graphic tee shirt that clung to his wide shoulders and flared out around his slender waist and a black blazer that could easily be buttoned to make the look a bit more classy if needed.

According to Yoongi, it screamed that he was ready, willing and able to be a sugar baby without actually spelling it out.

"You look like a hoe, but a professional one."

According to the no less than fifteen people who had hit on him during the trip to Jungkook's office building, apparently it was an accurate assessment.

Where was he supposed to wait? In the lobby? Was he supposed to go up? Why the fuck had he actually agreed to this again? Because for a first date he could honestly do a lot worse.