𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 *𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘* 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. *𝗩𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲*

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 '⭐️'

𝗚𝗼𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 ✨𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿✨:

𝟲𝟬 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 🌟

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I know that my heart could be so cold

But I'm sweet for you, come put me in a cone (in a cone)

You're the only touch, yeah, that get me melting

He's my favorite flavor, always gonna pick him

You're the cherry piece, just stay on top of me, so

I can't see nobody else for me, no

- Ice Cream by BLACKPINK and Selena Gomez

𐙚 ˚໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ ⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

《  𝟯.𝟰𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀  》

"Um Y/N, I am Ian."

"What? So you're not Jungkook?" you blurted, your eyebrows reaching your hairline.

"No, I am Jungkook."

"So you're not Ian?"

"No! I am Ian, Y/N."

"So you're not Jungkoo-"

"Ugh Y/N, please! Listen to me first. I am Jungkook, the guy you met at the café, remember? I went by Ian on the sugar dating site. Don't worry I am not some creep. I'll explain everything to you. First um- let's go inside, hmm?" he suggested sheepishly, scratching his baby smooth nape.

It was getting awkward as the passerby were staring at you, probably thinking it was a couple's quarrel.

You on the other hand were astounded and flabbergasted by the news he broke to you.

So he was not a billionaire? But he was wearing designer clothes, not to mention the Rolex on his veiny wrist.

But he said he's Ian? You've been catfished. But in a good way. What if he's some stalker? Oh no-

"Don't worry Y/N, relax, I am not some stalker. I promise to explain everything. Don't stress yourself out. Let's go inside and I'll tell you everything. Trust me?" His honey pools had these waves of sheer innocence and rectitude about them. The beseeching eyes, along with the sinewy arm he offered you to hold as a gentlemanly gesture, liquefied your qualms in the moment. And you gave in.

Gave in, your trust in him.

Within minutes, you found yourself sitting on the table of a high end restaurant, the seats reserved just for you two, in the VIP setting of the luxurious place. You wondered if the cutlery was made of platinum or something.

"Y/N first of all, I want to apologize for not coming clean when I first chatted with you. I didn't want to intimidate you by texting you randomly on a sugar dating site. I had reasons for keeping my identity private," Jungkook said, immediately after he instructed the waiter for drinks and had you well seated.

He had suavely pulled out the chair for you. The action caused you to blush beet red, especially since no man ever did that for you. It was the bare minimum, you knew. But sadly you never got the princess treatment. Though you were melting like hot chocolate for him, you also didn't want to come off as needy.

"What reasons, Jungkook? To be honest, I am a bit disappointed that you lied to me. That doesn't leave a good first impression, you know?" You rested your back against the chair, your arms folded assertively.

"I know, Y/N, that's why I want to apologize. Look, after I met you at the café, I was quite enamored by you. So when I found your profile on the dating site, I immediately tried to shoot my shot. I purposely didn't disclose my identity on the site since people always judge and do the back searches on me. I wanted to talk to you without you having any preconceived notions about me," he revealed, fiddling with the ring on his middle finger.

"Also, if I told you I was Jungkook, the guy you just met at the cafè, you would've definitely thought I'm some stalker. But trust me, it was a pure coincidence. I just didn't want to scare you off and lose my chance," he spoke earnestly, his hands gripping the table in nervousness which was palpable.

You absorbed and inhaled in his explanation, now choosing to sip the expensive mocktail before blessing him with a reply, almost testing him.

"Okay. I understand. But you could've told me, after you started chatting with me. I wouldn't have minded. I actually liked talking to you," you confessed, setting the glass on the table.

"Liked? So you won't anymore? Y/N I swear it was all a coincidence. I actually wanted to surprise you in person. I wanted to meet and build a genuine connection, regardless of the awkward way we first met. I wanted to-" he sighed to calm himself, "- to start afresh. Like you said, leave a good first impression on you." He retreated backwards, masking his flirtatious smirk with the rim of the wine glass.

"Hmm. Cheeky and desperate. I like it," you quipped as the banter undid your knotted nerves, making you a little relaxed.

"You're not mad at me right? I swear I'll be honest from now on," he asked, a bit hesitant.

"I am not mad, Jungkook. Just a little... surprised?"

"I totally understand and respect that. But believe me when I say I just wanted you to know the real me, without my status."

"Well you succeeded, cause I feel I do enjoy talking to the real you, Jungkook. And I really hope it stays real between us." You smiled while sitting more comfortably.

"Of course Y/N. I am ready to tell you everything about me. You can ask me anything and I'll answer honestly. I just realized I didn't tell you much about me." Jungkook mirrored your moves and settled back, spreading his thighs.

"But before that- let's order something. I don't want to look like a douche and keep my date hungry." He handed you the menu, and patiently waited for you to decide what you wanted to eat. When the waiter finally came to take the order, he ordered the same as you.

"And you, Sir?" asked the waiter.

"Same as the lady," he spoke, giving his charming smile of approval.

"You're quite the charmer, I must say Jungkook. I wonder if it's to leave a good first impression on me" you teased, leaning closer to the table.

"Who says I still want to leave a good first impression? I already have a good impression. Don't I?" he faked, acting surprised, raising his eyebrow cutely.

"Well, the night will tell." You curved your lips at his aplomb.

Both of you continued to talk and have light banters here and there. The flirtatious air was still very much there and you enjoyed every bit of it. You asked him questions about himself, what he did and his family background.

He revealed that he was indeed the CEO of the Jeon conglomerate, and his family owned several businesses ranging from electronics, cosmetics, machinery, food, pharmaceuticals etc. So much so, he himself had lost count of them.

His dad had recently handed him the baton of the generational empire. But he'd been very active in business matters since a young age. He had completed his masters in business administration from a prestigious university in the USA.

"Wow you must be very intelligent, Jungkook. I too had planned to go to university, but unfortunately I had to drop out in the first semester." Your voice barely above a whisper, as you struggled to slice the steak.

"Here, take this." He offered his own plate of cut steak, promptly sensing you were struggling. The action left a ticklish flutter in your chest.

"Oh, thank you."

"So, what degree did you want to pursue?" he asked, now slicing the steak for himself.

"I don't know, I always wanted to learn the art of baking cakes. But I chose to study business administration, as going to a school which offers a Baking and pastry arts degree was very expensive." You smiled, chewing the small pieces of the meat which he had cut for you. The texture now more tender because of his tender touch and care.

"I see."

He wiped his lips and then proceeded to raise his hip up, revealing his Hermès wallet. But what he did next, left you befuddled. You thought he was taking out his card to pay for the meal.

But surprisingly, he drew out a black card and slid it across the table before you.

"Y/N here, take this. It has no limit. Use it for anything you need."

"What? Jungkook- I-I didn't mean to ask for-"

He was offering you money already? Well, you know this was part of the entire agreement and arrangement. But this soon? Did he trust you so much, so soon?

"I know, but I just want to provide for you financially. Take it. As you know this is also part of our arrangement here. I want to take care of you. If you ever need any help, don't hesitate to tell me. In fact, wait a minute." He grabbed his phone to call someone. And within two rings they answered.

"Namjoon, I want you to make a new bank account in the name of Ms.Y/N YL/N. Transfer 1 million dollars in it as the starting amount. I'll text you the details later." He hung up the phone, only to meet your eyes which had turned to saucers. Your mouth was ajar, your knife dropping on the table.

"Hey. Did I scare you?" he chuckled as closed your mouth delicately by lightly brushing his finger at your chin.

"Um-I- Jungkook, I know the terms of our arrangement and that I get money, but don't you think it's too much? I don't want to take advantage of you like that. It's too soon. What if you don't like me? Or I'm some weird bitch-I mean-um, girl." You lightly banged the table with your arms, desperately trying to knock some sense into him.

Was he always this naïve? People could misuse his kindness and you were not having that. You needed the money, yeah. But not like this. It was as if you got the gold out of him without digging. Not that you were a digger, but yeah.

"I trust you, Y/N. Don't worry. Not like you? Not happening. Weird person? I love a quirky woman." He smirked, as his eyes gave you a full top to bottom check, followed by him slurping his wine haughtily.

"But it's a lot, Jungkook!" you whined.

"It's not, especially since it's for you. I want you to have the freedom to pursue your passions and live comfortably. In return, I'd like us to spend some time together, get to know each other better, and see where this goes."

You took a deep breath, considering his words. "Alright, but we need to set some boundaries and rules. I want to make sure we're both on the same page."

"Of course. I want you to always feel comfortable," he agreed, nodding.

"Firstly. Honesty. I want both of us to be honest with each other. There should be no lies. If at any time either of us feels uncomfortable or wants this to stop, we communicate. And if it doesn't work out, this stops. No hard feelings."

"Agreed. Honesty is the best policy." He nodded, joking but agreeing.

"Secondly, while I appreciate the financial support, I want this to be real. I don't want to be treated like some trophy or obligation. I see you and you only see me. Like a real relationship with loyalty." You twiddled your thumbs and gazed downwards. Your mind clouded with haunting memories of your ex, who cheated on you. You refuse to get cheated again.

"Of course, Y/N. I'll respect you and cherish your loyalty by being loyal. I actually want this to work. I want to be more than just your benefactor. I want to be your friend, your partner." He raised his pinky finger up, exhorting you to keep this promise. It was cute and you smiled, interlacing your pinkies together.

"Thirdly, I want to take it slow. No rush. I want our relationship to build more organically. While our meeting may be arranged. I want our relationship to develop into a connection based on trust and mutual feelings, not just some monetary transaction." Your eyes hinted on the black card on the table, to tease him.

"Agreed. I want to spend quality time with you Y/N. I am not in any rush. If you ever feel I am rushing you, tell me." He scratched his nape sheepishly, probably feeling guilty for coming off as too strong. But could he blame himself? You were already an apple of his eye.

"And lastly." You straightened your posture as if about to deliver some important speech.

"Oh I am ready, bring it on." He mirrored you.

"You may be my Sugar daddy. But I will not call you Daddy!" You raised your chin confidently, folding your arms, asserting your decision.

He eyed you with his credulous doe eyes. Their honey shade, almost twinkling with respect and enchantment.

He chortled and nodded his head, still giggling.

"Oh god. I like you already. You're so cute," he confessed, still laughing with his hand on his tummy. He was entertained, as if you uttered the best joke in the world.

"What? I am serious! Hey, don't laugh! Are you making fun of me?" You rested your hands on your hips, looking extremely adorable with your plump, ducky lips and puffy bread cheeks.

"No I am not. It's just that you're very funny Y/N. And..."

"And?"

"And cute." He winked after calming himself from his laughing fit.

You gushed and made a moue at his honey words. "But I was actually serious. Have you seen those cringe movies or books where the older male protagonist asks the woman to call him daddy just because she's his sugar baby?"

You were so honest and blunt. So much so, that even a confident man like Jungkook was now blushing. His cheeks, pink as peaches.

"Okay, okay I agree Y/N," he coughed to mask his laugh lest you get further mad at him.

After some minutes of giggling and enjoying the delectable food, you both finally finished and decided to order some dessert.

"Um, Jungkook," you hesitated, while he was surveying the menu, skimming through the list of desserts which claimed to have these gold flakes in them.

"Yes?" he hummed, placing the menu down and funneling all his attention to you.

"Can we get ice cream?" You pouted cutely, batting your eyelashes innocently at him. The latter was not necessary though, your wish was his command.

"Of course. Which one do you prefer? Golden Opulence Sundae or Black Diamond Ice Cream?" he suggested, reading the names of the ice creams that could very well pass as expensive jewelry.

"Um, I mean can we get ice cream from the truck? I just saw one outside."

"Oh."

"Yes."

Silence.

You should have known better.

"You know, nevermind, I am so stupid. Your tummy may get upset from such ice cream-" you rambled and mentally face palmed at such a ludicrous suggestion. He ain't a peasant like you. He was a billionaire.

"Let's go," he said, getting up and offering his hand to help you up.

Your eyes grew wide and you got up holding his hand, adjusting your dress. "Really? You don't mind eating ice cream that's cheap?"

"Aye, Y/N come on, I can eat ice cream anywhere with you. Also, you know it's a great idea. Eating ice cream here sounded so boring."

He then proceeded to beckon the waiter for the bill and offered his black card. After making the payment, you walked towards the ice cream truck, parked outside.

"One vanilla cone with choco chips, please." You tippy toed to make your order.

"And you Jungkook?"

"Um, I will have the same in a cup, please."

"Cup? Jungkook, you should try the waffle cone. It's very delicious."

"Oh. Um- actually, I never had ice cream in a cone before," he revealed, as if telling you his deepest secret.

"What! You're seriously missing out, Jungkook. Try the cone, it's very tasty. And it is good for the environment as well," you preached, raising your hand up, swearing, with the other hand on your chest.

"Oh, okay I'll take a cone too," he hesitated, embarrassed at feeling so left out. The disparity between your life experiences, evident.

The vendor on the other hand, furrowed his brows, baffled at Jungkook's words. The man was an adult and never had an ice cream cone?

"Hmm, it's so tasty! Try biting the cone Jungkook. It feels like cookies and cream!" you mewled, at the creamy texture, not noticing the ice cream which had accidently smeared on your nose.

"You were right. It tastes like ice cream on toast. But more crispy. I like it. Thank you for making me try this." He chewed onto the waffle cone along with the ice cream, following you. His eyes, furrowing and forehead creasing, an expression he always made when something impressed his premium palate.

"Y/N you have-" He gestured his finger on his nose, hinting you to wipe the dessert on your cherry nose.

He was always so polite.

"What hmph--Kook?" You licked the ice cream, as it was dripping down your cone. God, you were a clumsy eater for sure.

Sighing, he took the matter in his own hands and wiped the ice cream on your boopy nose with his thumb, followed by licking it.

"There you go."

You blushed to the roots of your hair, his feeble touch, ushering your skin in a gooseflesh.

"Oh- thank you." You tucked your hair behind your ear and refused to make eye contact with him. You were definitely red as a beet right now.

"Come, I'll drop you Y/N it's late." He slipped off your purse from your shoulder and hung it on his broad one instead. As if keeping your purse as a ransom, lest you refuse to bother him and take a cab.

"But Jungkook, I can take a cab-"

"Uh-uh. You're my priority now, and I always put my priorities first. Come on. I'll drop you. Careful, there's a puddle." He offered his arm for support like a gentleman, knowing your heels would be hurting to walk properly.

The car ride was smooth, with him asking you to play your favourite songs, so your musical taste could grow on him. You practically fangirled by playing all your favourite K-pop songs and doing mini dance challenges here and there. And Jungkook drove, basking in the sunshine which was you.

Your giggles and bubbly squeals were like a dose of apricity in the winter of his life. And he was sure that the season of his cold life was about to change for the better.

Soon, you arrived in front of your apartment building.

"Uh huh. Let me." He stopped you from opening the car door.

He stepped out to go to your side and open the car door for you.

"Thank you Jungkook," you spoke honestly, with a wide smile on your face.

You both now stood in front of the gates of your apartment complex.

"Thank you, Y/N. I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight. Oh- wait I almost forgot!" he exclaimed and turned back to open his car doors and pulled out some wrapped object.

"Here, you told me you love roses and sunflowers, so I thought you may like these." he said, handing the bouquet to you.

"Oh my! Jungkook. These are so beautiful! You remembered? God, this is so sweet." you almost cried at his benevolent gesture. Your ex boyfriend never got you flowers, stating they were too cheesy and useless.

"Like you." He put his hands in his pockets, still flirting till the last minute.

"Leaving a good first impression, I see." You sniffed the fragrant petals and decided to say goodbye to him.

"But seriously, Jungkook, I really loved spending time with you. I can't wait for us to meet again." You gave him a light hug, not wanting to come off as too strong.

"Likewise, Y/N," he replied after reciprocating the light embrace.

You smiled and said him bye, turning to go inside. While he was still waiting by his car, to make sure you're safely inside.

"Um Y/N, wait-"

You turned back and he stooped his head lower to whisper something in your ear. His soporific cologne, again rendering you dizzy.

"I didn't get the chance to say this earlier. But you looked absolutely divine tonight." He drew a little away, though still close, his eyes fixed on you.

"Pink will be my favourite colour from now on."

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𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆?

🍓 𝗙𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 : ✨️ starsinky1999✨️ 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲.

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘!

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Bunny questions 🐇

🍓 Your favourite ice cream flavour?

🥕 Do you have a pet? If not, if you could have one, what will you have?

🍬 What color are your eyes?

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