Seven | BTS ✓

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"Well the quarter's numbers really can't get better," one of Taehyung's employees says. He has no idea what his name is. But he also doesn't care.

"Of course the numbers can be better," he snaps, his deep voice booming in the large conference room. "Don't say stupid things."

"My apologies, Mr. Kim. I will send a memo to our advertising team to increase our outreach protocols."

"Or you can walk your talkative ass over to them yourself and explain it to them since you seem to love to run your useless mouth so much that dead skin cells are falling from your mouth," he glares at him.

He stands from his seat and bows deeply to Taehyung. "Yes, sir."

"Do not return until my numbers have doubled— no, tripled," he says through gritted teeth to the man who looks ready to piss himself.

"Of course, sir," he gulps before bowing again.

"Leave!" Taehyung yells, pointing a finger to the door.

The man jumps slightly and runs from the room.

"The numbers are pitiful. I didn't become CEO of this company to be pitiful. I am here to make money. And this pathetic shit," he yells, knocking the chart to the floor, "is not enough! I want more. I need more!"

The rest of the employees gulp collectively as they stand and bow to their boss.

"Why are you still here? Go do your fucking jobs and make me more money!"

They all nearly fall over each other to get out the door.

Taehyung sits down in one of the chairs and massages the bridge of his nose between his left forefinger and thumb.

The sleeve of his suit rises up slightly and his eyes land on the exposed skin of his wrist.

He lets out a deep sigh as he sees the scar against his tanned skin. He tentatively touches it with his right forefinger and traces over the symbol that was burned into his flesh. His symbol. The symbol for Greed.

He stopped fighting against his sin a long time ago, but he still finds himself secretly wishing for a simple life. One without the never-ending need to claim everything as his.

If it can be taken, he will take it. If it can't be taken, then he will take it anyways. He's one of the richest men in South Korea, but he still feels empty. It's not enough. He needs more. He needs it all.

He sighs again as his phone rings. He glances at the caller ID and rolls his eyes before answering.

"What?" he snaps.

"Excuse you?" the voice on the other end snaps back. "Watch the fucking attitude. Don't forget who the fuck you're talking to."

"Sorry, Jimin," he mumbles, still staring at his scar. "Bad day at work."

Taehyung hears him sigh. "Jin wanted me to ask you what you want for dinner."

He laughs. "It doesn't matter what I say because he always ends up making what he wants."

"I'll tell him what you said. I have to get back to training," Jimin says. "Go take a walk or something to clear your mind. You're sounding like me right now."

Jimin hangs up without waiting for a reply.

Taehyung sets his phone down on the glass table and runs his hands through his red hair.

"Patricia!" he yells and his assistant runs in, nearly tripping over her own feet.

"Sir, my name is Elena," she says quietly.

"Rebecca, I'm going for a walk. Forward all calls to my cell phone until I get back," he says, waving her away dismissively, the ring on his right ring finger shining against the light.

She sighs. "Yes, sir."

He stands up and puts his phone in his pocket before he walks to the elevators.

While he's waiting, a woman walks up and stands next to him.

"Going down as well?" he asks as one of the elevators opens and he steps inside.

"Oh, yes," she smirks at him as she pushes a strand of burgundy hair from her face and steps inside the elevator beside him.

"Have we met?" he asks, frowning.

Her emerald green eyes sparkle as she smiles softly at him.

"What floor?" she asks as she pushes the button for the lobby, and the doors close.

"Oh. Uh, same as you," he says.

They ride in silence as he's lost in thought. He knows her. But from where?

She looks over at him and smirks when she notices him staring at her.

He clears his throat and holds his hand out to her as she looks away.

"Kim Taehyung. And you are?" he asks, watching her carefully as she adjusts the collar of her blouse.

She looks over at him again and laughs as the elevator doors open, revealing the sleek, modern lobby of his company.

She leans over to him and whispers in his ear.

"We both know that's not your real name, Greed."

After giving him a wink, she exits the elevator and walks away, not giving him a second glance.

He stares at her wide-eyed, his hand still outstretched.

The elevator fills with people going up, and after selecting their floors, the doors slide closed with him frozen in place, still in the elevator where she left him.