gucci baby ⋯ kim taehyung

four

Taehyung sat at his desk, round glasses rested on the brim of his nose as he read over the first page of a pile of paperwork he needed to have read and signed by tomorrow morning for an early meeting. There was a reason why Mondays were the worst. He let out a deep sigh as his wrist flicked, his black ink pen scribbling across the line as he wrote his signature. His signature was his everything. It made everything he owned his and solely his.

His lanky fingers rubbed at his temples, the tan skin turning into small circles. He let out a groan as the sun hid behind the clouds, resulting in Taehyung getting up out of his comfortable seat he spent hundreds of dollars on to turn on the bright light, illuminating the large room, surrounded by floor to ceiling windows, the Seoul skyline visible at every angle possible.

He took long strides back towards his desk and sat down, pushing his prescription reading glasses up the bridge of his nose, only for it to slowly slide down to its original spot. His chocolate eyes skimmed over the page, taking in every letter in every word, the voice in his mind enunciating each syllable. At the sound of a knock at the glass door, his head shot up. It seemed so ironic that even though the walls of his office were all glass, even those facing into the hallway, Taehyung, being an extremely private person, always had his blinds down. Except on the door.

"What is it?" he questioned angrily, the annoyance and impatience evident in his voice. The pretty head of his assistant peeked into the now open doorway, the fear in her eyes now seeming normal as she constantly lived under the watchful and judgemental eye of Kim Taehyung. "Mr. Park, Mr. Jung, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Kim, and the other Mr. Kim need to see you. They claim that it's urgent," she spoke, her voice clear as she knew her boss hated when she mumbled. Everything was marked as urgent since he wouldn't follow up on anything otherwise.

"There's no way that I'm blind, but just to be sure, tell me: do you have eyes?" He asked, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table below, his hands clasping together. His condescending tone shot familiar shockwaves through his assistant's body, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead. He cringed. "Yes, I do, sir," she said, having some idea of how this conversation was going to go.

"Hm. Maybe it's something with your mind," he started, speaking mainly to himself, but loud enough so she could hear. An imminent frown formed on her red lips. "Me letting you know this is a huge waste of time I don't have. But since you can't figure this out on your own, I'll tell you. I am busy," he said in a clear and stern voice, his once milk chocolate eyes during into the dark, bitter chocolate no one likes.

"They said it was about Project Y," she murmured. He sighed but nodded. "Bring them here, and once you do, go out and find yourself a new job," he said simply, waving her away with the swipe of his hand. She stared at him shocked, her mouth agape. "But, if that didn't register in your slow mind, I'll be clear with you. You're fired." His parting words caused tears to stream down her cheeks as her head nodded profusely, not even bothering to escort the men into his office. As she ran down the hallway, passed the waiting room, the waiting men were a bit confused but figured that Taehyung just fired his fourth assistant this month.

Chuckling to each other as the same thought crossed their minds, they walked down the hallway, into the office belonging to the remarkably passive aggressive male. "You know, people are going to stop taking the job if they find out they'll get fired within the first week," Jungkook, the youngest commented, earning laughs from the others.

"Oh, fuck off. I only hired you as a favor to your father," Taehyung spit back, a playful smirk on his face as he leaned back into his chair. Taehyung's closest friends sat in the empty chairs. "What update do you have? Watch it be as minuscule as she took a shit or something. Urgent my ass," he predicted, finding joy in his prediction. "Calm your shit right now before I tell you what it is. I'm serious, Taehyung," Seokjin, the oldest and more collected of the bunch stated, pointing a finger at the second youngest. Taehyung's eyes widened a bit, a tiny bit afraid to hear what his friends had to say.