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USE ME BABY -explicit content (If that isn't for you please do skip this chapter)
If working on an impossible shift wasn't enough, Taehyung, being the workaholic that he is, made it even better for himself.
Actually, to prove it, as soon as he arrived home from work and greeted his wife he immediately went to his office, he's facing a shit ton of business papers and workload again and he needs to get them down as quick as possible. With the amount of calls flooding his phone and business-related messages he's receiving through emails, it's impossible not to notice. He can't get distracted, he has to keep focus and get what he need to get done, done. Not that he's easily distracted anyway.
True enough, it is commendable how much Taehyung's dedication to his work. He no longer even has time to change his clothes, he'd probably sleep in the same work clothes head against his desk.
But that wouldn't happen if his wife had anything to say about it. She'd yank him from the desk usher him to shower then pull him into the bed.
Taehyung plops down on his chair and leans back, heaving a sigh. He was in the middle of loosening the tie around his neck when his phone rang. It was Namjoon, his co-worker. They had a major event coming up so it was expected that his already doubled work would multiply.
"We have to make arrangements for the flowers and they have to be beautiful. I heard the director likes tiger lilies so we have to get those," Taehyung spoke commandingly. He was initially facing the wall until he twirled his chair around, hearing footsteps approaching. As soon as he was he was turned to his table, facing the door in a distance, he decided he was so so wrong about nothing being able to distract him. Not easily distracted, my ass.
Jennie, his goddess of a wife, if he must say so himself, is leaning against the door frame of his office, arms crossed with only a thin white oversize shirt on. Her hair is wet and messy like she just got out of the shower. Then he looks up to her face where she has a dirty smirk plastered across her face to which he knew meant no good.
