#taekookau adore you pt. 3 where jungkook visits his svgar daddy in...

– drabble
– slight nsfw 🔞
– fluffs
– jealousy, obsession(?)
– ignore time stamps
"Oh–my, thank you, Jungkook." The man smiles. "Shall I accompany you to Mr. Kim's office?"
"No need! I can manage." He replies, waving a goodbye.
"Good afternoon, sir. Do you have an appointment?"
"I'm Jeon Jungkook. He's expecting to see me. He said, he'll tell it to his secretary."
Jungkook nodded, pouting softly as he stare at the cupcakes that he bought. It looks delicious. And very cute.
"I'm sorry, mr. Jeon. But Mr. Kim's secretary says you have no appointment. And she didn't receive any message from Mr. Kim."
"Is it this one?" She asked, eyeing Jungkook from head to toe.
/excuse me? Who does she thinks she is? Daddy's the only one who can check me out!/
Jungkook frowns more. Why is she being mean for no reason?
So annoying.
"Kid, I don't take orders from you."
"Okay!" Jungkook smiled at her, teasing her more. "Then I'll call Taehyungie."
Surprisingly, her eyes widened. "What? Wait, no–"
"Baby, where are you? Did you get lost? You should be here by now." Taehyung asks.
"I did." Taehyung replied. "I told her to assist you. Why?"
The secretary loses the colour in her face, begging for Jungkook to not say anything. The younger felt his blood rising up.
"Nothing. I think your secretary was just confused." Jungkook smiles, gazing hardly at her. "I'm on my way, hyungie."
"Okay, baby." He replied before dropping the call. Jungkook looked at her once again.
Silence enveloped the two, until the secretary opens her mouth again.
Jungkook's fists balled. What the fuck is she trying to say, honestly?
The secretary clicked her tongue. "Mr. Kim wouldn't do that to me. We're closer than you think."
"Do you like my daddy?" Jungkook asked, shameless.
This must be the secretary's way to get rid of him so she can have /his/ Taehyungie. And he's not going to let that happen.
He's a brat. And a possesive one. Maybe she needs to be reminded of her place.
"You're funny." He laughed softly. "It's funny because.." he giggled. "Even if he gets tired of me, and on the person who might be next to me, Taehyungie won't look at you in any other way."
He comes closer, grinning at her. And then he whispers, "There's a reason why I sit on my daddy's lap while you, sit outside his office."
"And you'll never, ever, /ever/ get to sit where I does. In Taehyungie's lap. Where I belong." He smiles. "So do yourself a favor and stay away, okay?"
When he saw Taehyung, he immediately latch onto him and sat on his lap.
"My darling." Taehyung spoke and kissed his lips softly.
"I'm your only one, right? And you won't get tired of me?" He asks, voice so small. Taehyung frowns from the sadness of his voice.
Jungkook smiles. He knows.
What they have is different. And so much more than spoiling and fucking. They both know that.
"Hm?"
"Can I get the number of your secretary? Just wanna tell her something."
Taehyung shrugs. "You can use my phone, baby."
Jungkook grinned. "That's better."











