Lyric One Shots: Taekook Edition

Chateau

*Inspired by Chateau by blackbear*

Top: Jungkook

Bottom: Taehyung

CEO/Waiter AU (Jungkook is also older in this one)
SMUT WARNING!

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Jungkook knows his money gets him everything. Friends, good grades, university acceptances, and first pick as a CEO for a start up company. Money buys him food, fame, liquor, and lovers.

Tonight, he celebrates the company's success with a party at his private chateau. In the mountains, he usually finds peace, but the music blaring, drunkards dancing, and liquor bubbling does nothing to settle his chronic restlessness. So he grabs a willing woman covered in sparkling jewels, her hair cascading over plastic curves and framing a plastic smile. He knows she's fake, chasing the gems and cash his pocket can promise.

She whispers something in his ear. It doesn't matter what. It's all the same to him. They say the same thing, smile and flirt the same way, scream the same name while he barely remembers theirs. It is all the same, yet still he silently leads her away from the party and up the stairs, preparing for a night of mediocre sex while secretly hoping he's wrong.

Suddenly, someone slams into Jungkook, a silver tray crashing to the ground as champagne pours all over his white button up shirt. The woman next to him unnecessarily screams, all sound muffled by the music below. The boy carrying the tray falls on his ass, his hands scraping on broken glass and wasted booze.

"Shit..." the waiter curses, his voice surprisingly deep as he looks at his bloody palms. Jungkook's attention is drawn away from him as the woman next to him huffs, crossing her arms over her plastic chest.

"How dare you?! Do you know who you just spilt on?!" the woman screams, grabbing the waiter by his shaggy brown hair. The boy whimpers in pain, looking up at her with fire in his eyes. Eerie black eyes that consume Jungkook's inquisitive gaze. The waiter's jaw is chiseled perfection, yet his cheeks and lips are soft and supple, adding an air of innocence to the fiery fury he throws in his glare.

"Stop," Jungkook demands, his deep voice grinding in aggravation, but not at the boy. At the woman. How dare she treat another human like that? Yes, he may be a simple waiter, but accidents fucking happen. She looks at Jungkook, her painted red lips gaping in shock. Even the waiter is surprised by the turn of events.

"But—"

"No buts. Let him go and leave. Now," Jungkook demands, reaching a hand to the shocked boy as the woman lets him go and storms off, realizing her chance at wealth and fame burnt up in flames. Jungkook is mesmerized by the waiter's ethereal features, silently wondering if his hair is as soft as it looks. The waiter takes ahold of Jungkook's outstretched hand, hissing as his cuts touch Jungkook's rough palms; the only sign that Jungkook isn't some lazy pampered pup like other CEO's.

"I'm...I'm really sorry, sir...I didn't mean to..." the waiter stammers, yet he chokes on the rest of his sentence when he notices Jungkook's heated gaze. He bows his head in respect, blushing softly for Jungkook still holds one of his hands.

"You're bleeding," Jungkook simply says, dragging the waiter down the hall towards his private rooms.

"What? No, please don't worry about me. I'll be fine!" the waiter cries, his voice causing Jungkook to stop, turn back, and glare down at him. The height difference between the two is only a few inches and yet Jungkook carries an overpowering demeanor that has the waiter looking down at his feet. Jungkook uses two long fingers to touch his chin, lifting it so those black eyes meet his copper brown ones.