The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of the pen hitting the desk proved to be his only source of bonding with the moment.

Taehyung's eyes followed the words on the crisp paper until they made sentences and incidents that he could understand and perceive as they were. A sigh whispered into the cold conclave of the darkened room; its echoes three-fold when it returned. The thumps of his slowly beating heart cadenced like the pull of the ocean, twirling his thoughts back to all the little things he had been missing.

A creeping fragrance doused the room subtly, lurking in dark corners, watching the papers flip over to new nuances. He remembered the sharp air of the room back at Hoseok's. It had a similar creeping aura caught in the fist of that woman.

Taehyung jotted a mental note to change the perfume in the office; his burdensome head supported by the palm of his left hand. The material of the shirt he wore grazed his elbow that was resting against the table but the little disparities didn't matter much. He was vaning like the moon, between the cosiness of the office and the disparaging slivers of memories. Never touching his depth but never disappearing.

He stopped tapping the pen against the surface, rubbing his forefinger along the lines of his temple simultaneously hearing a soft shift of the glass door.

"Is it important?" he probed.

"I'm afraid it is." The solemn man enunciated, pressing his right hand against his turquoise shirt and placing the blood-red file in his hand over the pile Taehyung had sequenced as per the order of priority. "I apologise for disturbing you so early in the day but it seems that this matter requires urgent attention."

"It seems?" Taehyung raised a brow, flipping the page. "If you aren't sure it shouldn't be as important."

"I apologise. It is important." Namjoon reiterated, visibly guilty of his lack of attention towards Taehyung's leaning today.

It was a self-made rule in the estate to guide matters into the Kim's office by noon.  Taehyung was infamous for his night vigils and the storm that took him by to sit at the desk and watch things unfold. As a performance of regard for the mental temperament of Taehyung and each one of the capos, requests were aligned far behind in the day.

Therefore, Namjoon remained knowing what impediment this brought on him.

"Huh." Taehyung leaned back in his seat, undoing the topmost button of his vest coat to ease the air struggling in his chest. "Go ahead."

"So," Namjoon cleared his throat. "I filtered out all the transactions that Lady Velvet made on the places she controlled at Jimin's port. With all due respect, my intention was only for bookkeeping."

"Of course," Taehyung nodded, rolling his sleeves to his elbows.

"They were all directed to accounts that covered mutual businesses and are explainable except for the fact that these payees had half of their monies wired back to her installs either as part of something mutual or of a new transaction. All the amounts amount to the same value she paid."

Taehyung nodded again, attentive to the study Namjoon had made. "What now?"

"I'm unsure how I should proceed with this." He stuttered. "Had it been someone else, I'd have been ruthless with my audit but it being her, I have very little authority."

"Do you need my permission to make sure we're not looted?" Taehyung reached for the file Namjoon had offered and flipped it open.

"I understand. I only require you to permit my excavation attempt."

Taehyung pursed his lips, pretending to be thoughtful of Namjoon's consideration when he wasn't. "No matter who betrays, we go down the same. Don't worry. You know no one dares to ask you a question I don't know of."