Where We Live | Vmin {Mpreg} [DISCONTINUED]

"Hey."

Taehyung walked into his boss's room with a smile on his face. He knew this interior design would be absolutely perfect for their next set of houses.

"Sir, I-" "Mr. Kim, explain to me why you were late last night." Jinyoung cut off Taehyung. 'I was f*cking the cutest toy in the world.' He thought. "I was out with someone, sir." He bowed. "You were supposed to be back here, after two hours, to finish your design." His manager didn't look happy. "Sir, I did finish my design. I think you will like it very much." Taehyung stepped forward, smiling again. Jinyoung ripped the piece of paper from him and looked at it. A few minutes later, he looked up.

Jinyoung sighed. "You're goddamn good at what you do, Taehyung." He placed the paper on his desk. "You're lucky." He turned back to him. "It's a good design, Tae, I'll take it into consideration." Jinyoung told him with a poker face. "Thank you, sir!" Taehyung smiled and bowed respectfully, leaving within three minutes.

"Damn, call me sir." Mark stopped Taehyung outside Jinyoung's office. "Oh shut up." Taehyung spat at him and escaped his grip. Mark was Jinyoung's right hand man, so whatever happened between the workers (if someone wasn't there or was late), Mark would know and tell Jinyoung. Both Taehyung and him were very widely known as gay, and Mark had a very obvious sir kink. He reminded Taehyung of that creepy uncle that only came to birthday's to give you hugs that were too touchy.

"I wasn't done talking to you, boy." Mark grabbed Taehyung's wrist and slammed him into the wall. "I know you're hooking up with a Park Jimin, and let me tell you, if you give him any type of STD to the point I won't be able to breed that submissive brat, you're fired and your life is over." He hissed at him, alcohol obvious on his breath. "F*ck you, Mark, and leave Jimin alone." Then, it clicked.

"Wait, how do you know Jimin?" Taehyung asked. Could Mark be the abusive boyfriend Jimin was talking about? He was definately unnecessarily rude to others, and has hit Taehyung a few times. "Because he's a slut, Taehyung, he'll take any cock he can get. I bet he begged for yours on the first date." He got closer to Taehyung. "He's not a slut, b*tch, he just likes me-" Mark interrupted Taehyung by laughing. "Park Jimin?! Jinyoung and I banged him two days ago! He's on Twitter as a prostitute! He takes I bet four dicks a day. He's a smart one, I'll give him that, minimum payment of a hundred, but Park Jimin is in fact a slut." Mark was laughing throughout his words.

"That's not true." Taehyung was disgusted. Not in Jimin, of course, but for Mark to lie about a precious boy as sweet as Jimin. He was making the most angelic human on this planet look horrible, and that type of people disgusted Taehyung.

"Park Jimin, twenty-six years old, lives in Seoul." Mark pulled up his Twitter, and there it was.

A picture of Jimin, the same Jimin he took out two weeks ago. His page was filled with him in lingerie, teasing doms, dressed up, playing with toys, NSFW pictures. Taehyung was in shock. The most recent tweet was Jimin two weeks ago, sitting on his bed in nothing but boxers, pressing a vibrator on his dick and teasing himself until he came. The caption was 'Thinking of last night', and a smirking devil emoji.

Could he be thinking of Tae?!

"That's not Jimin." Taehyung refused to believe it. It couldn't be him. "Believe what you want, little Tata, but Park Jimin-" "Don't call me that unless you wanna get knocked out." Taehyung growled, cutting him off. He shoved Mark away and stormed off towards his own office. He was the best interior designer of his level, and it was likely he would take Mark's job soon anyway.

He closed his door, and called Jimin.

Hey, Jimin.

Hey.