His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

A Caffeinated Catastrophe.

Authors pov

The next day, Hoseok was sitting at his desk, grinning like a kid in a candy store. My own office, he thought proudly. It wasn’t much—just a small room with a single desk and chair—but it was his. He could decorate it however he wanted. Maybe a cute potted plant or a motivational poster. The possibilities were endless.

He glanced at the stack of papers on his desk, his smile faltering. Taehyung had tasked him with finding and correcting any typing errors. It sounded simple enough—until he saw the sheer volume of documents. There were at least one hundred pages.

"Who even makes this many mistakes?" Hoseok muttered under his breath as he flipped through the first document. But he wasn’t going to complain. He’d barely started his new job, and he didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

The telephone on his desk buzzed, making him jump. Hoseok picked it up quickly, clearing his throat. "Hello?"

"Bring me coffee," came Taehyung’s curt voice.

"Oh, sure! But—"

The line went dead before he could finish his sentence.

Hoseok stared at the receiver in disbelief. "Seriously? Is he allergic to basic manners?"

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In the cafeteria, Hoseok debated over the coffee order. Taehyung hadn’t specified what he wanted, but surely, he wouldn’t mind a little milk and sugar. Everyone loves sugar, Hoseok thought confidently.

After thanking the barista, he carried the coffee like it was a precious artifact and made his way to Taehyung’s office. His nerves kicked in as he reached the door, but he steeled himself and knocked.

"Come in," Taehyung’s deep voice called out.

Hoseok stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Good morning, sir."

Taehyung didn’t even glance up from his laptop, merely gesturing for Hoseok to approach. Hoseok placed the cup on the desk and stood back, watching nervously as Taehyung took a sip.

At first, Taehyung seemed fine, nodding slightly. Hoseok breathed a sigh of relief. I nailed it.

But then Taehyung paused, smacking his lips. "Did you… put milk in this?"

Hoseok beamed. "Yes! I thought you’d like it. Everyone loves—"

Before he could finish, Taehyung spat the coffee out, the liquid spraying directly onto Hoseok’s face.

Hoseok froze, blinking as the warm coffee dripped down his cheeks. He wiped at his face with a sleeve, staring at Taehyung in disbelief.

"I’m lactose intolerant," Taehyung said, his tone sharp.

"What."

Taehyung stood dramatically, clutching his stomach. "I’m going to marry the toilet tonight! Why didn’t you ask me what kind of coffee I like?"

"Because normal people like milk and sugar!" Hoseok shot back, his voice rising.

"I like my coffee bland!" Taehyung yelled. "No milk, no sugar, just black! Who assumes someone wants milk without asking?!"

"Who assumes someone doesn’t?!" Hoseok countered, his face red with frustration. "What kind of psychopath drinks bland coffee? Are you even human?"

"I could say the same about someone who doesn’t follow basic instructions!"

"You didn’t give instructions!"

The argument spiraled, their voices growing louder.

Suddenly, Hoseok’s lips began to quiver. His shoulders shook, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Taehyung froze mid-rant. "Why are you crying?"

"I don’t know!" Hoseok wailed, his voice cracking. "It’s probably these stupid hormones!"

"Hormones?" Taehyung asked, his anger giving way to confusion.

"Yes! Hormones!" Hoseok yelled, tears streaming down his face. "Or maybe it’s because I’m stuck doing a hundred papers, making coffee for a tyrant who can’t appreciate good taste, and trying not to cry every five minutes because—because—because life is just stupid! And why are elevators so slow? And why does coffee cost so much?! And why can’t pigeons look both ways before crossing the street?!"

Taehyung blinked, stunned into silence.

Hoseok hiccupped, wiping his eyes furiously. "Never mind. Forget I said anything. I’m sorry about the coffee."

He turned on his heel, stormed out of the office, and slammed the door shut.

Taehyung stood there, staring at the closed door in utter bewilderment.

"What the actual fuck?" he muttered to himself.