THE DEVIL WEARS GUCCI {hiatus}

twenty-seven

Taehyung showed up at Jimin's house a little late the next morning, due to some paparazzi in front of his house.

"Sorry, I'm a bit late," Taehyung said, wrapping his arms around Jimin and kissing his cheek.

"It's okay, I'm glad you made it." Jimin nuzzled his cheek in Taehyung's shirt, inhaling his scent. "Did you have any trouble with the paparazzi?"

"A little," Taehyung mumbled as he smiled and took Jimin's hand. "Let's go to work."

Jimin nodded, yelling his goodbyes to his roommates and put on his coat.

Taehyung greeted the others in the house with a smile and walked with Jimin to the car.

"Did the paparazzi bother you yesterday?" Jimin asked in a tiny voice. He felt bad that he panicked so much, he must've really worried Taehyung.

"Not too much, I've experienced worse," Taehyung shrugged, opening the door to the passenger seat for Jimin and gesturing for him to get in.

"Such a gentleman you are," Jimin grinned and got in. "I'm glad they didn't harass you too much."

"They once broke into my office," Taehyung mumbled softly as he started the car and started driving towards the office.

Jimin widened his eyes. "What the fuck? That's just straight up disturbing!"

"Yeah, they wanted to know about the collaboration with MAC I did once, they found nothing," Taehyung said, putting his hand on Jimin's thigh.

Jimin jolted a little at the sudden touch, but smiled when Taehyung squeezed his thigh a little. "I'm glad they didn't find anything, the fucking parasites."

Taehyung smiled as he crossed the street and parked his car in the parking lot of the office. "Let's go," he said with a smile. He opened the door of Jimin's side of the car and took his hand.

Jimin held his hand tight, looking from his left to his right while waddling after Taehyung, but there wasn't a single camera in sight. Jimin sighed in relief, clutching Taehyung's hand even tighter.

"It's called holding hands, not breaking hands," Taehyung teased, smiling back at the blonde boy.

Jimin blushed a little. "Sorry," he muttered and loosened his grip. "I was scared a journalist would suddenly run up to me or something."

"Do you think I'd let them?" Taehyung said frowned and pulled Jimin closer to him as soon as they entered the building and walked to the elevator.

"No, I'm just scared of them." Jimin wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist in the elevator, his head on Taehyung's chest.

"I'll fight all of them for you," Taehyung said with a peck on Jimin's forehead.

Jimin chuckled, pressing a kiss on the exposed skin of Taehyung's neck. "Love you, Tae."

"Love you too." Taehyung smiled and pulled Jimin closer to him before the elevator stopped at the fourth floor. Jungkook looked up, an expression on his face like he could kill both of them instantly.

Jimin bit his lip and looked down, eyes burning. He freed himself from Taehyung's embrace and hung up his coat, sitting down on his office chair.

Taehyung walked into his own office, ignoring Jungkook's angry glare and sitting down behind his desk.

Jimin checked his mail, seeing that he had an order to do an article about the latest Prada fashion show. He clicked on a link to footage of the show, but the link didn't work. Jimin frowned a little, moving his chair to the left.