Taehyung is the ceo of kim enterprises, he was cold and rude and didn't believe in love. Jungkook was a bubbly person but he was broken both physically and mentally because of his so called family.
What happens when jungkook and Kim Taehyung are for...
Soft rays of sunlight filtered into the room as Yoongi woke, his body stretching lazily under the warm embrace of the morning. He reached for his phone on the bedside table, a small smile tugging at his lips as his eyes landed on the wallpaper.
“You’re so hot in this picture, you know,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe you’ll never see this.” A chuckle escaped him as he pressed a light kiss to the screen, the gesture tender and unhurried.
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Dragging himself out of bed, Yoongi went to freshen up. After about half an hour, he returned and headed to the kitchen, He wandered into the kitchen, his hand ruffling his still-messy hair.
“I really don’t feel like going to the office today,” he thought, sighing.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden buzz of his phone. Glancing at the screen, he smiled softly before answering.
“Hyung,” he greeted warmly, his voice lifting as he recognized Jin on the other end.
“Yoongi, what are you doing?” Jin’s familiar voice carried a touch of concern.
“Just… not in the mood for the office,” Yoongi admitted, leaning against the counter. “I feel like sleeping all day.”
“Then sleep,” Jin said simply, his tone light and reassuring.
“But the office…”
“It’s fine, Yoongi,” Jin interrupted gently. “I’ll reschedule the meeting. Take the rest you need.”
A grin spread across Yoongi’s face. “Hyung, you’re the best. Love you.”
“Love you too, Yooni. Take care.”
“Okay, bye!”
Yoongi hung up, his heart lighter than before. “Jin hyung really is the best,” he yelled aloud. Humming a random tune, he did a little dance of joy before plopping onto the couch, ready to indulge in his unexpected day off.
The peace didn’t last long. The sharp sound of the doorbell cut through the quiet. Groaning, Yoongi rubbed his temples.
“Who the hell is at my door right now?” he muttered, dragging himself to answer it.
When he opened the door, his breath caught.
Standing there was Jimin, his expression unreadable, dark eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. It was a look that sent an unspoken warning: trouble was here.
Yoongi froze, his sleep-deprived brain struggling to process the sight in front of him. His pulse quickened as he swallowed hard, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.
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