Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #35 The Orgy

I stood, my eyes blank, my hands swaying limply at my sides. A hand pressed warmly on my back, leading me towards the elevator, leaving both the bodyguards and the employees in utter shock and confusion. 

He pushed me gently into one of the lifts, an obnoxious gold number five carved into the doors. He swiped a black card against a slick rectangular screen placed next to the number panel.

"You're here to see Taehyung, correct? Sorry, I didn't even bother asking."

I chuckled nervously.

"Yes. I am."

He smiled.

"You can just call me Jin."

I nodded, releasing a shaky breath. I painfully realized that even if I had made it past the bodyguards I wouldn't have had a clue where to go. I didn't even have the access card that I didn't even know I needed.

"I like your outfit." Jin smirked, knowingly. I grinned. Maybe knowing Jin wouldn't be so bad after all. The elevator doors shrieked open, a long hallway panned out in front of me. 

It felt like I stepped into Narnia. Instead of black with colorful art and platinum finishes, an antique fantasy displayed, a splitting image of our house.

I suppose Taehyung can't even break away from his obsession of old shit even for the few hours he's forced to hide away in the office. 

Wooden walls, gold framed renaissance paintings, shagged lamps on small side tables, flower vases with cracks in all the right places. It felt like walking through the past. Like the corridors of a British cruise in the 20th century. Jin pushed me forward.

"I'll be in the lobby for a while. Find me afterwards, I'd love to ask you some questions. I've been dying to meet you."

He bowed slightly, a grin on his lips. The elevator doors closed, leaving me alone in the long hallway of archaic decor. I inhaled a sharp breath. Get a grip. I pulled out the ball of paper that used to be perfectly flat. It took a beating after I was mauled to the floor by a grown man. I stretched the paper in different directions, attempting to straighten out a few wrinkles.

I walked with my heel clicking in graceful notions against the wooden floors. I didn't know where I was going, but knowing Taehyung, I'd probably know it when I saw his office. 

After a notable amount of time I started to get nauseous from the long hallway and the smells of brass and oiled wood. I turned the corner swiftly, praying for the end of the tunnel. Luckily that's exactly what the world gave me.

At the end of the hallway was a double door. I didn't see the purpose of such a long hallway if it would only lead me to one room but I knew better than to question Taehyung's interior blueprints. I rested my finger prints on the curved brass door handle. I didn't dare to push the handle down when an odd noise rustled from behind the door.

A scream?

"Clatter"

Moans?

Groaning?

What in the actual-?

I pushed the door open, my jaw mending itself to the floor. In front of me stood nearly thirty different people, all of which were wearing barely any form of clothing at all. Some were wrapped around each other in this tangle of sweat and sex, others were twisting their limbs in a disturbing choreographed manor, like a fucked up contemporary ritual. 

Taehyung's desk was surrounded by both men and women, most of them entirely naked. Both genders bucked and swirled their hips around the wood of his desk. The wood corners create deep red marks in their skin. The women would lean on the desk and let their breasts hang, twisting their shoulders in the rhythm of a tidal wave so that their nipples would sway back fourth.