THE DEVIL WEARS GUCCI {hiatus}

twenty-eight

A very slow week passed and it became weekend, Jimin relaxed through the two 'free' days while he spent his Saturday at his own apartment with Taehyung, and he barely did anything on Sunday.

On Monday he returned to his office and sat down behind his desk, starting up his PC, only to find out that he had received over three thousand emails.

"Fuck," Jimin whispered. He was not in the mood to check them all, but he still had to check them all to make sure he didn't miss anything important. He took a deep breath and opened the first one:

'Taehyung is way too good for you.'

Jimin bit his lip and deleted the email, opening the next one, which contained an even more hateful message.

-

It had been an hour and Jimin was close to crying. The emails were too much for him and more kept flooding in every minute.

He clicked on maybe the 100th email that day and read: 'Fat pig, I can't believe Taehyung would lower himself to your level.'

That was it. Jimin sank back in his chair, pulled his knees up and started sobbing.

"Jiminie?" Taehyung looked at and rushed to his side, wrapping his arms around him when his mailbox caught his eye.

"This is it, I'm putting out a statement," Taehyung hissed. He walked back to his desk and took out his phone, opening his Twitter and posting a simple tweet:

'If anyone sends another disgusting email towards my Jiminie I will make sure you won't have a job before today ends.'

Jimin sniffed, sitting on his lap with his face buried in Taehyung's shoulder. "You didn't have to," he muttered, looking up at his boyfriend.

"You're talking nonsense," Taehyung said as he pulled Jimin even closer to him and gave him a soft peck on his forehead.

"I don't want them to be mad at you." Jimin nuzzled against him, looking at his desk through the glass door.

"I don't want you to be sad," Taehyung replied.

"They just said so many nasty things about me and you, I just..." He sighed. "I just want them to leave us alone."

"So do I," Taehyung said.

"I hope they'll listen to your tweet," Jimin said. "They have to know when enough is enough."

-

Not even two hours later a journalist knocked on the door of Taehyung's office.

"Mr. Kim, can I ask you some questions?"

Jimin rubbed his temples, he felt a headache coming up. "Do these guys ever sleep?" he mumbled.

"No you can't," Taehyung said, gesturing for the journalist to leave. "You aren't going to twist my words into your paper like you always do, I'll bring the new out myself," Taehyung said as he looked up and glared at the journalist.

Jimin looked at the journalist as well, who looked a bit lost. "Didn't you hear Mr. Kim correctly? You and your friends aren't welcome here." He leaned over a bit, glaring at the man from underneath his bangs. "I suggest you leave this building now."

The journalist looked at Jimin with a nasty glare. "Aren't you the golddigger?" he shot at Jimin as he took a step back, too late though: Taehyung had already rushed to the journalist and put his around his neck.

"Dare to say that again."

"Tae!"

Jimin rushed to his side, caressing his cheek. "Baby, it's okay." He glanced at the journalist with pure disgust. "This little insect just doesn't understand how the human mind works."