Kim Taehyung is the CEO of one of Korea's biggest management and talent agencies, Cora Agencies . He started as a nineteen year old intern, and worked his way through the ranks ruthlessly, turning him into a cold hearted business man with very littl...
"Why do we know. . . but act like we don't?" - SEEKER
Taehyung flopped down at his desk, sighing loudly. The duo photoshoot with Jungkook was exhausting. The photographer kept telling the two men to "smush together" which meant that for the last half hour Taehyung was shoulder to shoulder with his handsome, weird boss. He groaned as he remembered their awkward agreement they made earlier in the break room. Jungkook had said he wanted to "Keep things professional," which was easier said than done. They would be spending every day together from now on, they were bound to disagree sometimes, so how did Jungkook think they could keep things one hundred percent civil?
There was a knock at the door, a slow rap, rap rap. Sang-Hoon usually just busted the door down, so Taehyung knew it wasn't him.
"Come in," He said, already perched on the end of his seat, nervous. The last time he had a surprise visitor in his office, it was his weird boss waltzing in with soju and a side of bipolar disorder.
The door opened a crack, and sure enough, Jungkook slipped inside. Taehyung watched in confusion as Jungkook locked the door behind him. Taehyung blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what he was seeing as he watched his boss slowly turn to face him.
"Do you need something?" Taehyung asked, clearing his throat and leaning back in his chair, hoping to look calm and collected. In all honesty, his heart was hammering inside his chest. Why is he here?
Jungkook was wordless as he stared back at Taehyung, shrugging out of his coat and throwing it on the coat hanger by the door. Jungkook then reached up to his neck and slid off his tie, unbuttoning the first three buttons of his Dior dress shirt, revealing a couple inches of smooth brown skin at the base of his throat, making Taehyung swallow hard.
"W-what are you doing?" Taehyung stammered, sitting forward in his seat, panic setting in as he watched his boss slowly make his way over to Taehyung. "Jungkook? What are you doing?"
Jungkook breezed over to Taehyung and put a hand over his mouth. Taehyung's eyes widened as he wrapped his own hands over Jungkook's trying to pry his palm off of his lips.
"I know you felt it too. You can lie all you want, but I know I'm not wrong." Jungkook whispered, his hand slowly moving off of Taehyung's mouth and sliding down over his neck. "And I know you want me the way I want you."
If Taehyung's heart was once pounding; it was dead still now. He could hear the sound of the flatline buzzing inside his head. What is he saying?
"I don't understand," Taehyung tried to stand up, but Jungkook gripped his arm tightly.
"Yes, you do." He breathed, before getting on his knees in front of Taehyung, grabbing the CEO's legs and looking up at him. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
Taehyung couldn't resist it now, and he brought his hands to Jungkook's head, pulling the boy's face up to his, pressing their lips together. Jungkook's mouth parted against his, and Taehyung melted at the feeling of Jungkook's warm tongue running along his. Taehyung groaned as he felt himself grow hard under Jungkook, gasping a little as Jungkook's grip tightened on his throat.
Jungkook stood up, pushing Taehyung back against his chair, and pulled off his tie. Taehyung began unbuttoning the front of his shirt as quickly as his shaking hands could allow, so that Jungkook could place his mouth on his chest. Jungkook did just that, and began lightly sucking at the tender skin under Taehyung's collar bones, making Taehyung moan and buck back against his seat.
Taehyung held onto Jungkook's hair as the boy kissed his neck. His brain was too foggy to allow him to question what he was doing, and he moved his hands down Jungkook's back to the front of his pants, and started palming over the little tent that had formed there, making Jungkook groan.
"Do you like that?" Taehyung teased, and proceeded to rip the front of his boss's shirt open, not wanting to bother with the rest of the buttons. Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's strong, muscled shoulders and pushed him down in front of him, feeling daring.
"Do. . you. . . want to?" Taehyung asked softly through shaking breaths as he looked at Jungkook, who was on his knees, shirtless and clinging to Taehyungs hips like a life line. He almost passed out just at the sheer pleasure he got from this sight alone; seeing Jungkook like that.
Jungkook smiled and began to undo Taehyung's belt with quick fingers, a hungry look in his eyes as he parted his lips.
"Mr.Kim! Wake up! Mr. Kim!" Sang-Hoon's voice rang in Taehyung's ears, making him jolt up, eyes wide. That was a . . . dream?
Sang-Hoon stood in front of his boss, looking unimpressed. "You have drool all along the side of your face, Mr. Kim." He said, shaking his head.
Taehyung quickly sat back down, afraid that evidence of his rather interesting dream, was still visible down below.
"How long was I asleep?" He demanded. "How long were you here, watching me?" He was mortified. He was a known sleep talker, so who knew what the fuck Sang-Hoon might have heard Taehyung murmur.
Sang-Hoon rolled his eyes. "I wasn't here watching you. And you came in here after the photoshoot and fell asleep, which was like an hour ago. I just came in here two minutes ago to tell you I cleared the rest of the day for you since the board meeting this afternoon was cancelled again since Mr. Yang missed his flight out of Kyoto."
Taehyung wiped the drool off the side of his face and cleared his throat. "Oh. . . okay. And, um, is Mr. Jeon going home too?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Sang-Hoon turned on his heels and started walking to the door. "Yes, I talked to Kija and he said cleared Mr. Jeon's afternoon as well. No point in you two staying here to do work that your assistants could just do for you." He said, somewhat pointedly.
"I suppose you're right. Well, I guess I'll get out of here, then." Taehyung said, making sure to nod fervently a few times so that Sang-Hoon got the point.
"Okay, I'm leaving." Sang-Hoon sighed, stepping out the door. Taehyung sagged with relief. I cannot believe I dreamed of him. He groaned, smacking himself on the forehead.
And just like that. . . it became a problem.
~ Hey! So I know it seems short, but it's actually just part one of this chapter, I will write the second part/the end of this chapter later and maybe post it tonight for you guys! I hope you enjoyed, mwa ha ha ha :3
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Ha ha, if BTS had personal twitter accs ~ I am wheezing, you're welcome <<3
