✓ Remaining Love [Taegyu]

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

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☾ Not your Boss outside☾

2 weeks went by after Beomgyu became the CEO of the Seoul branch of their company. And the saddest thing is that, he and Taehyun didn't talk at all.

Like Taehyun didn't talk to him at all.

Even if he did, only for work purposes.

Taehyun retained his professional self way too much.

On one side, that's a good side that the younger was focused on his work but according to the aspect of his heart, it was hurtful.

It was almost the end of today's work hour. Beomgyu couldn't help but feel a faint wave of headache causing him to rub his temples frequent times. He sighed as he heard the clock ting sound announcing the end of today's work hour.

He could pretty much figure out the footsteps of the workers going out of the building. Beomgyu then rang the bell kept on the side of his desk calling his assistant Jimin.

And within a few minutes, a light knock was heard on his door to which Beomgyu obliged.

"You called me sir?" Jimin asked being curious.

Beomgyu sighed and shook his head.

"Hyung, I told you to not call me sir. You are older than me. It feels weird.You are also my friend." He sulked while saying this making the assistant laugh a bit.

"Okay okay, Beomgyu. Now what is it? Do you need anything?"

"Y-Yeah... Umm has the employees started leaving the building already? Did everyone leave?"

Jimin thought for a while before replying-

"Yes actually... Most of the employees have left. But some are still working on their papers for today."

"Did Mr. Kang leave as well?" Jimin raised his eyebrows questionably but just shook off those extra thoughts not minding them. Thinking that the latter might be just curious.

Yeah, very curious.

"No, I saw him earlier that he was still working. Maybe he will be done within 10-15 minutes as well."

"Oh, I see. Okay. Thank you hyung. And are you leaving now?" Jimin nodded smiling a little even though the other couldn't see his expression.

"Yes, Beomgyu. See you tomorrow. Take care." Beomgyu gave a light smile back before nodding and heard the footsteps from his room fading away with the passage of time.

The older took his stick and slowly stood up walking his way to the person's desk with an anticipating heart for some reason.

God, he now wished so much that if he could see him.

What is he doing?

Is he working with that serious face? Is he writting down something looking that much attractive like few years ago?