❝ fuck me like you hate me. ❞
( 🍯 ) in which lee jeno is 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗰 and
somehow manages to catch the eyes
of two notorious 𝗺𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 members.
❝ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢�...
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nothing but the sound of paper rustling and occasional slurping noises could be heard inside the extravagant office as he gulped down his fifth cup of coffee that day alone. A soft groan left his throat as he gripped his head tightly, feeling an incoming headache already due to the exhuastion curently weighing him down.
It was a day full of nothing but boring paper work and dealing with problems others caused that he had to solve, the male wishing he could just go out and let loose for once. But alas, he was still here. Spinning around to face the huge wall made of nothing but glass, he leaned down into the usually comfortable and rather expensive leather chair which now felt like a wooden stool hurting his ass if he was being completely honest.
The male's doe eyes, painted the most luminous dark brown, looked out to the vast scenery before him. His gaze was blank and emotionless, elliciting nothing but darkness as the bleeding sunset illuminated his perfect face with a faint orange sheen.
The sky was multicoloured, orange, red and yellow mixing in to create an image one could never quite convey on a piece of paper and some brushes. Patches of blue appeared under the pretty colours, growing bigger and darker as the sun continued to hide behind the chain of mountains surrounding the city.
His hair was perfectly styled on top of his head, a fiery shade of deep red painting each strand. The male's fair skin was nearly perfect, almost doll like with its porcelain complexion and spotless appearance.
Only in the corner of one of his dragon-like eyes stood a scar, deeply embedded into his skin in the shape of a fully blossomed rose.
It was the one imperfection which tainted his perfect skin yet it only made him that much more beautiful.
God, even his name was absolutely goregous and soft on the ears.
"Taeyong."
A deep voice called out, said male turning around to come face to face with a man he knew all too well. He causally rested his hands on top of the glass table filled with scattered files and unfinished paper work, eyes skimming over the other's lean form.
"What is it, Jaehyun?"
He said, clearing his throat and giving the male his undivided attention. He watched the other walk over to him with an equally calm expression, cofidence practically radiating off his body in heat waves. The said brunette halted only a few feet away from the red head's table, stance full of respect as he spoke his next words like an emotionless robot.
"Renjun and Jaemin would like to bring someone in."
Taeyong hummed in response, briefly glancing towards the file open on his computer before turning back to Jaehyun.
"Bring in as a member or a guest?"
He inquired, missing the way Jaehyun's eye twitched at the latter term. Although he seemed cold and disinterested on the outside, he couldn't help but feel disgust crawl up his skin at the aforementioned word. Guest. He scoffed internally.
