His TOY (a Taekook 🔞fiction)

Chapter 14

Taehyung stood in front of the full-length mirror in his room, adjusting the lapels of his sharp, tailored suit. The midnight-black fabric hugged his frame perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and slim waist. The crisp white shirt beneath and the silk tie knotted flawlessly at his collar added to his polished appearance. His dark hair was slicked back neatly, revealing the sharp angles of his jawline. His gaze, reflected in the mirror, was intense yet controlled—like a storm brewing beneath the surface.

"Wow," Jungkook's voice broke the silence, drawing Taehyung's attention to the doorway. Jungkook stood there, momentarily stunned. Dressed in casual joggers and a hoodie, he looked worlds apart from Taehyung at that moment. "You look... incredible, Tae. Like you could walk into a boardroom and own it."

Taehyung chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curving into a faint smile. "It's just a suit, Bun."

Jungkook crossed the room in a few quick strides and stopped in front of him. "It's not just a suit, Tae. It's you. You look powerful—like you were meant to do this. You have no idea what ideas I have on my mind seeing you like this." His comment was to make Taehyung laugh and feel confident, and it did its magic. 

He placed his hands on Taehyung's shoulders, his touch grounding. For a moment, Jungkook studied his face, his eyes filled with unspoken emotions. Then, without warning, he leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to Taehyung's forehead. "You've got this. Go show him who you are."

Taehyung felt a rush of warmth at Jungkook's encouragement. "Thanks, Bun," he murmured, his voice softer than he intended.

As Taehyung turned to grab his coat, Yoongi appeared in the doorway, his usual stoic expression softened by a hint of concern. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed. "You sure about this, Tae? It's not going to be easy seeing him again."

"I'm sure, and I had never seen his face before Hyung," Taehyung replied firmly, but the slight tremor in his hand didn't escape Yoongi's notice.

Yoongi and Jeon are both surprised by the sudden endearment. Yoongi smiled, and he walked over, placing a comforting hand on Taehyung's back. "If it gets too much, you walk out. You're no good to us if you're shaken."

Taehyung nodded, appreciating the older man's quiet support. "I'll be fine."

"Stick around and update me," Jeon said to Yoongi, who nodded and smiled. 

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The politician's event was a display of opulence. Chandeliers dripped with crystals, casting warm light over the room filled with Ermenegildo Zegna suits and designer gowns. Waiters glided across the polished marble floors, balancing trays of champagne flutes and hors d'oeuvres. A live string quartet played softly in the corner, their music adding an air of sophistication.

Taehyung moved through the crowd with quiet confidence, his expression a careful mask of neutrality. His polished shoes clicked faintly against the floor as he scanned the room, his sharp gaze honing in on the man at the centre of it all—the politician.

The man was surrounded by business leaders and sycophants, all vying for his attention. He basked in their praise, oblivious to the man moving closer to him.

Finally, Taehyung approached. Forcing a polite smile, he extended his hand. "Congratulations on the event, sir."

The politician turned, his eyes flicking briefly over Taehyung. His expression showed no recognition. "Thank you. And you are?"

"Kim Taehyung," he replied smoothly, his tone measured. "I'm the son of an old government employee." His words carried a weight that his calm demeanour didn't betray. His eyes locked onto the politician's, holding a quiet challenge.