Where Kim Taehyung, a famous fashion designer has to dress up his ex boyfriend and multi millionaire Jeon Jungkook for a fashion show.
A one-shot book.
"I had asked for Kim Yugyeom. The CEO of IMG Modelling agency. Why is he here?"
One more thing to add was, Kim Taehyung doesn't have filters. Which might have been proven from how bluntly he says this to his assistant while standing in front of the business' world's biggest hot shot.
"Sir—"
"Ah right!" Jungkook cuts her off. "How indecent of me. My apologies Mr. Kim. I didn't even introduced myself." With that being said, Jungkook's bodyguard pulls a black card out. A business card with letters printed in gold ink on it.
"I'm Jeon Jungkook. CEO of Jeon tech, KMG industries, LLo. Org, Yang Inc. And bla bla bla." He rolls his eyes, "Oh! And the newest CEO of IMG modelling agency, holding the highest shares of the company."
"I clearly remember signing a deal about my show with Kim Yugyeom." With gritted teeth and the card being crushed between his fingers, Taehyung looks up. "Stop fooling around Jeon. This couldn't happen within two days."
"Apparently, it did." Jungkook shrugs. "Twenty two hours ago to be precise."
Eun gulps. Time for the show was approaching. The guards were a step away from clawing Taehyung's body parts apart from how rude the conversation was from his side. And this Jeon dude was being of no help either.
Fortunately, Taehyung seem to get the hint of the situation too. With a deep breathe and eyes that desperately avoid looking at the other male for a moment longer, he turns around.
"Well, welcome Mr. Jeon." He says, pulling the chair in front of the desk as an offer for the CEO to sit. "I have stories to complain about."
"Of course."
"And I don't want your minions around." He says, pointing to the two black bodyguards with appearance of literal bulldogs, behind him.
"That won't be a problem either." But Jungkook's smile doesn't flatter once as he signals his guards to stand at the beginning of the corridor instead.
"Eun" Taehyung then calls out. "Double check on the models outside for me." Hesitantly, she nods.
And finally, the office doors close.
"For a guy who's always seen struggling around work, you look quite in shape, Mr. Kim." Jungkook compliments.
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"The background I work in requires public appearance as well, so I need to keep myself in place." Taehyung speaks with authority. Pulling out the leather chair on the other side of the desk, he takes a seat himself.
"Let's not avoid the topi—"
"Am I not getting any compliments in return?" Once again, he's cut off. With a raised eyebrow, Jungkook pulls the chair (offered to him earlier) enough for him to sit on it; manspreading.
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"It's business." Taehyung said, shifting a little on the chair. "Listen, Jungkook. Let's not be casual. The services Yug— your company provided to mine has failed to reach our expectations." Taehyung then removed the lid kept on a glass of water on the desk, having a sip.
"I need a male model. Within an hour. The show is in two hours and we will also need time to change some details in the dress to fit the new model."
"what kind."
"Preferably built."
"Well," Jungkook begins. He checks his wrist watch, hums for a while, takes his phone out before pushing it back in his plant's pocket halfway and standing up.
"Due to the shortage of time, I don't think I can get you a replacement this soon." He hums, all while his leather shoes tick on the marble floor as he strolls around.
"But to pay up for my bad service," He pauses, bending beside Taehyung who remains still. Very still.
