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This fic came to life because I couldn't resist being inspired by this pic!
Taehyung and Seokjin accidentally share a villa.
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The private jet landed smoothly on the runway of the exclusive island airport. The humid air rushed into the cabin as the door opened, and Kim Seokjin stepped out, his sunglasses perched atop his perfectly styled hair. The airport staff rushed to assist, offering cold towels and beverages.
"Welcome, Mr. Kim. We're honored to have you," the airport manager greeted with a deep bow.
"Of course you are," Seokjin replied, a small, charming smile on his lips as he accepted the towel. "My luggage?"
"Already taken care of, sir. Your car is waiting," the manager assured him.
Seokjin gave a slight nod, strolling towards the sleek black SUV waiting for him. The driver held the door open, bowing slightly as Seokjin slipped into the plush backseat. He barely acknowledged the man's presence, his attention focused on his phone as he checked messages from his manager and fans.
As Seokjin's car pulled away, another jet was touching down. Kim Taehyung emerged, his presence commanding immediate attention. The staff straightened, their smiles more cautious. Taehyung's sharp eyes scanned the scene, noting every detail.
"Mr. Kim, welcome," the manager repeated, though with a noticeable edge of nervousness.
Taehyung offered a curt nod. "Is everything ready?" he asked, his tone clipped.
"Yes, sir. Your luggage is already at the villa. Your car is this way," the manager replied, almost stumbling over his words.
Without another word, Taehyung moved towards the waiting vehicle, his stride confident and purposeful. The driver didn't attempt small talk, wisely focusing on the road as Taehyung settled into his seat, his mind already shifting to the week ahead.
The villa was an oasis of luxury, nestled among palm trees and overlooking a pristine beach. Taehyung arrived first, stepping out into the warm sunlight. The butler, an elderly gentleman with a calm demeanor, welcomed him.
"Mr. Kim, your quarters are prepared. May I assist you with anything?" the butler inquired.
"No need," Taehyung replied, his voice low and steady. "I'll manage."
He made his way through the opulent halls of the villa, noting the elegant decor with a critical eye. Once inside his suite, he took a moment to savor the tranquility. The tension of his corporate life seemed to ebb away in the serene atmosphere.
After freshening up, Taehyung changed into a pair of red shorts and stepped outside, his bare chest exposed to the sun. He picked up a baseball and bat from the villa's collection of sports equipment. With precise movements, he began hitting balls towards the empty beach, each swing a release of pent-up energy.
