"For the last time, please don't do this," Taehyung said desperately. He watched as Seokjin bubble-wrapped the monitor Yoongi had tampered with, his mind racing with panic.
"Baby, what if something happens and you have another episode?! Or what if the police decide to raid their stupid compound and you can't get out?! You'll go to jail!"
Seokjin stood up from where he was crouching on the floor, giving Taehyung a look that was a mix of exasperated and regretful as he replied, "Just stop, you're making this harder than it has to be. I'll only be gone for a week at most, and then we can spend the million dollars I earned to buy a yacht and take it to Monte Carlo for vacation or something."
Taehyung sighed loudly, pulling Seokjin away from his computers by the waist and hugging him as tightly as he could. "I don't want you to leave," he whispered into Seokjin's hair, trying to memorize his cedar-wood and lavender smell.
"I don't want to leave you either, babe, but I already took the job. It's not like I won't come back," Seokjin replied, leaning heavily on Taehyung and gently squeezing his shoulders.
"Now, I have to finish getting dressed, he's going to be here soon," Seokjin said, trying to slip out of his boyfriends' arms. Taehyung kept a hold of his wrist and let himself be pulled into their bedroom, only releasing him when Seokjin started taking off his pajama shirt.
It felt like only seconds later that there was a knock on the door. Taehyung's heart skipped a beat. All of this was happening too fast. His beautiful, intelligent, smart-mouthed Seokjin was leaving. Leaving of his own accord, not being forcibly taken away the way Taehyung's had always been mentally preparing for. He didn't know how to even begin to process this.
"Can you get that? I need to close my suitcase," Seokjin mumbled, slipping on a pair of very shiny black ankle boots. He was in a deep blue suit with a white turtleneck sweater, free of any labels or brand logos for a change. His blonde hair swept back, and the watch Taehyung gave him was clasped securely around his wrist along with several silver bangles. To Taehyung, Seokjin looked like a prince from a fairytale.
Reluctantly, Taehyung left Seokjin in their walk-in closet and made his way down the hall, trying to get his temper under control. He had dressed properly and actually brushed his almost shoulder-length hair this morning, not wanting to be caught looking like a homeless frat boy again, but his black sweater and plaid pants seemed woefully inadequate when he opened the front door.
Jungkook was in a crisp white button-down and black suit, a thin silver chain running from his breast pocket to his lapel and an emerald green tie, his black hair slicked back to accentuate his cheekbones. Taehyung hated him.
"Can we come in? My men are here to take Seokjin's equipment to the car if he's ready," Jungkook said, tilting his head a little and staring in a way that gave Taehyung chills. "Yeah, his stuff is all packed," Taehyung replied coldly, spinning on his heels and walking back down the hall to Seokjin office. Why did the guy have to dress like such a Slytherin?! He looked like a hot young Voldemort, and it pissed Taehyung off.
"Bring everything that's wrapped up," Taehyung said, gesturing to the now padded computers so the four bodyguards that followed him would know what to take. Seeing Seokjin's stuff packed was really kicking his anxiety into high gear.
The men had begun carrying the computers out of the office and presumably to the elevators, when Seokjin stepped out of the bedroom. "I'm all set," he said, his high voice sounding only the tiniest bit shaky. He was pulling his Louis Vuitton trunk style suitcase behind him and staring at his shoes.
"You look precious, but you can leave that bag here, you won't need it," Jungkook said, somehow coming to stand right behind Taehyung without him realizing it. Seokjin looked up in surprise, and Taehyung whirled around to glare at the criminal as he continued, "I took the liberty of providing clothes for you already."
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Vice
Fanfiction'As soon as he turned eighteen, Seokjin gave up on his useless doctors, moved out of his parents' house, and steadily began to burn through the contents of his enormous bank accounts. His days on this hell planet were already numbered and Seokjin di...
