EXCESSIVE | ᴋᴏᴏᴋᴠ

04

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Kim Taehyung's life was the epitome of luxury and control. From his penthouse atop one of Seoul's most exclusive skyscrapers, he oversaw his vast empire with an iron fist. Taehyung had built his business from the ground up, branching into numerous industries—technology, fashion, real estate, and entertainment. He was a self-made billionaire, feared and respected in equal measure.

The penthouse itself was a reflection of Taehyung's meticulous nature. Every piece of furniture was custom-made, every artwork personally selected. The floors were of the finest marble, and the walls were adorned with rare and valuable art. The expansive windows offered breathtaking views of the city below, but Taehyung rarely looked out. His focus was always inward, on maintaining his perfect, untouchable world.

Taehyung's disdain for physical contact was well-known among his staff. He always wore gloves, even inside his own home, to avoid any accidental touch. His wardrobe consisted of tailored suits, each one designed to fit him perfectly while maintaining his aloof image.

It was early morning, and Taehyung was already up, dressed impeccably in a dark suit and his signature gloves. He sat in his private office, a sleek, minimalist room with floor-to-ceiling windows and a massive mahogany desk. The only sounds were the quiet hum of his computer and the occasional rustle of paper as he went through his schedule for the day.

His personal assistant, Minho, knocked lightly on the door before entering. "Good morning, Mr. Kim," he said, bowing slightly. "Here is your schedule for today."

Taehyung glanced at the clipboard Minho handed him, his expression impassive. "Any changes from last night?" he asked, his voice cold and detached.

"None, sir. Everything is as you requested," Minho replied, standing at attention.

"Good," Taehyung said, handing back the clipboard. "Make sure the meeting with the investors starts on time. I don’t tolerate delays."

"Of course, sir," Minho nodded, backing out of the room with the same precision with which he had entered.

Taehyung's day was a series of meticulously planned events. He moved from one task to the next with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine. He was never late, never unprepared, and he expected the same level of perfection from those around him.

In the penthouse, a small army of staff worked tirelessly to maintain the high standards Taehyung demanded. Maids cleaned every surface until it gleamed, chefs prepared gourmet meals, and security ensured that no one unauthorized came anywhere near the penthouse.

One such morning, as Taehyung was finishing his breakfast, he noticed a slight smudge on the edge of his plate. His eyes narrowed, and he called out, "Hyun-jin!"

The head maid, Hyun-jin, appeared almost instantly, her face pale. "Yes, Mr. Kim?"

Taehyung held up the plate, showing her the smudge. "What is this?"

Hyun-jin's eyes widened in horror. "I am so sorry, sir. It will not happen again."

"It better not," Taehyung said icily, placing the plate back down. "You know how I feel about cleanliness."

"Yes, sir. I apologize," Hyun-jin said, bowing deeply.

Taehyung waved her away dismissively, already turning his attention back to his phone. One mistake, he thought, and she could lose her job. He had no tolerance for incompetence.

Later that day, Taehyung was in a meeting with the heads of his various companies. The conference room in his main building in Seoul was as luxurious as his penthouse, with a long, polished table and state-of-the-art technology. Taehyung sat at the head of the table, his presence dominating the room.