The next morning arrived, sunlight filtering through the large windows of Taehyung's apartment as he meticulously prepared for the day ahead. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his every movement was calm and precise. He reached for his watch, fastening it around his wrist with a practiced ease. Giving himself one last glance in the mirror, he ran a hand through his hair, ensuring every strand was in place. Satisfied, he grabbed his car keys and wallet from the counter, speaking softly to himself, “I’ll finally finish that book today. Less than a week—must be a record.”
Taehyung chuckled at his own thought as he headed out. The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and he stepped in, humming a light tune that matched his serene demeanor. As the elevator descended, he tapped his foot idly, his mind already planning the rest of his day. “After work, grocery shopping,” he muttered, mentally running through a list of what he needed. “Bananas, coffee, maybe some pasta…” He trailed off, his brow furrowing slightly.
When the elevator doors opened, Taehyung stepped into the parking lot, the familiar sight of his sleek black car waiting for him. He slid into the driver’s seat, placing his wallet and keys in the console as he started the engine. The low hum of the car filled the silence, and Taehyung adjusted the rearview mirror, his thoughts briefly wandering to the events of the day before.
Jungkook’s antics, his energy, and that unapologetically bold personality flashed in Taehyung’s mind, causing a faint smirk to tug at his lips. “That boy really knows how to leave an impression,” he muttered, shaking his head.
The drive to his clinic was peaceful, the morning streets of the city slowly waking up as people hurried to work. Taehyung enjoyed this time—moments of solitude before the day fully began. His car’s playlist shuffled through his favorite tracks, and he hummed along absentmindedly, the familiar melodies easing him into his usual composed state.
When he pulled into the clinic’s parking lot, Taehyung took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the long day ahead. “Just a few appointments,” he reminded himself as he grabbed his briefcase and stepped out of the car. “Then I’ll finish that book and finally have a quiet evening.”
As he entered the clinic, the familiar scent of fresh coffee and disinfectant greeted him, along with the usual bustle of the staff preparing for the day. Taehyung exchanged polite nods with a few colleagues and assistants, his composed aura already in place. Today promised to be another full day, but Taehyung had no doubt he’d manage it with his usual calm precision.
His thoughts briefly flickered back to his plan for groceries and his book, but he pushed them aside as he prepared for his first client. Another day had begun, and Taehyung was ready to face it, one moment at a time.
By mid-morning, Taehyung’s office was buzzing softly with the sound of hushed conversations, scribbling pens, and the occasional shuffle of papers. Despite it being Sunday, he had decided to take a few appointments, just enough to keep the day productive without feeling overwhelmed. He leaned back in his chair between clients, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension.
“I’ll keep it light today,” he muttered, glancing at his neatly scheduled planner. “Just a few appointments till noon. No stress. It’s Sunday, after all.”
His mind drifted momentarily to the tasks waiting for him once he was done. He had a new video he wanted to edit and upload for his YouTube channel—a calm, reflective piece he’d been working on for days. Then there was the grocery shopping, which had become a necessary chore after putting it off all week.
The soft knock at his door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he said, his voice calm as ever. The next client entered, and Taehyung immediately donned his warm, approachable smile.
