Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #23 The Power of Dionysus

 The restaurant looked exorbitant. I probably could have easily guessed that it'd be one of the most expensive restaurants in Seoul. Taehyung couldn't scarf down cheap street stand ramen if his life depended on it.

 I glanced down at my outfit. I still wore the same black blouse and beige pants, my hair pointing in directions that shouldn't even be possible. The bandaged feet with some old ass sandals really finished off the look.

Hell, I'd be lucky if they even let me in. I got out of the car, looking into the side mirror to help fix the mass of hair on my head.

 I buttoned up my blouse a few more buttons, brushed off some mystery smudges off my pants, and I was off. I walked up the stairs sideways, my feet struggling to handle the normal balanced distribution of body weight. 

I walked through the door with straight posture. I wanted to at least look like I knew what I was doing. I strutted confidently to the front desk receptionist. 

She looked up at me with a quick glance, immediately shooting her eyes back up once she saw what she probably thought was a homeless man meander right through the doors. A handsome one may I add.

"Hello! I'm here to pick up a man named Kim Taehyung." I said enthusiastically. She swallowed hard.

"A-Alrgiht. Wait just one moment please."

She walked away quickly, disappearing down one of the many hallways. I swayed around the entrance, my head turning in numerous directions to admire the decorations. She came back hesitantly.

"Sir- what's your name?"

"Jeon Jungkook." I answered bluntly. She looked me up and down, gulping. Oh great.

"Do you have an ID?" She asked suspiciously. You've got to be kidding. Just because I'm not wearing some million dollar blazer, now I need an ID to prove who I was? I rolled my eyes.

"Don't have one on me, miss." I answered annoyed. I was already going through so much trouble to help a bastard that could die for all I care.

 She tapped her fingers against the counter nervously. I stared into her eyes. The only thing keeping me from giving up was the idea of Taehyung going to his next meeting with a shiny shaved head.

 The thought still brought a smile to my lips. Almost like the hero of the story, a woman appeared from the hallway the receptionist went down moments before.

"Oh Mr. Jeon! I didn't expect to see you here!"

I squinted my eyes to look at her. I recognized her from the party. I bowed quickly. She bowed back, flustered. Suddenly I felt slightly embarrassed by my appearance. She did in fact look me up and down but she seemed to try a lot harder to hide her judgment.

"Why are you here?" She fluttered with a smile.

"To pick up my pain in the ass of a husband." I said jokingly, even though I meant every bit of the words I spoke. She smiled fondly. 

Suddenly the receptionist couldn't even look me in the eyes. Without a word she walked from behind the counter standing a few feet down the hallway. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes wavering.

"Right this way sir." She said, her voice small and shameful. I nodded off the woman from the party, sending her a smile. She saved me from a headache. I followed the receptionist to a private room labeled 'Kim corporation'. I rolled my eyes. She opened the door, moving out of the way to let me through.

"I apologiz-" She began.

"Yeah, yeah." I said waving her off. I didn't have patience for people who judged social status solely on appearance. I felt all the eyes of Taehyung's coworker stick to me like a magnet as I walked in the room.