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— THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN IN NIGHT MODE
chapter one ;
"it's here." they whisper to each other. quiet murmurs being heard around the office as they scramble to clean their desks and take away any evidence of them not doing their work.
computers being turned on frantically and sudden appearances of paper works popping on their desks.
taehyung comes running inside their office not long after, two cups of venti latte in his hands as he rushes to get to his work space. obvious wrinkles on his shirt together with his tie left undone and socks mismatched.
"i swear to god, taehyung." jimin snorts at him, making taehyung stop in his tracks with a roll of his eyes as his said friend reaches over to fix his tie and straighten up his shirt and coat.
"i had my parents over, okay? i couldn't make them leave."
"ah. so the boy that you hooked up with last night is your father now?" with a shade of rose creeping up his cheeks, he rolls his eyes again and chuckles.
"shut the fuck up." jimin can only laugh at him as taehyung makes his way to his desk, setting the lattes on it and combing his still wet, blue hair.
the whispers and noise die down after a few minutes when their boss steps in the huge office. seeing him from afar, taehyung immediately grabs his coffee and automatically opens the door before his boss even gets there.
"i swear to god, kim, if you go to work with your hair wet ever again, i will burn you alive." mr. jeon commands. taehyung flinching at his tone with clear discomfort on his face at the informality in his words.
jeon jeongguk is two years younger than him and taehyung being the oldest both with his siblings and cousins, never made him get used to seeing or hearing someone the same age as his little brother be this rude and fucking disrespectful.
nevertheless, the said boy tries to understand that age doesn't matter in this god forsaken place. title and position does. jeongguk being the chairman's son gives him the complete right to do anything he wants. hell, mr. jeon can step on him and no one would dare do anything about it.
taehyung takes his coat off and in the process of doing so made him see the obvious muscles displaying itself on his arms. they're not the biggest but they're there. it puts taehyung's noodle arms to shame.
jeongguk sits on his chair, watching his assistant put some paperwork on his desk that he has to check. motioning him to leave, taehyung bows before doing so. jeon not noticing the annoyed look plastered on his face.
"god i hate him." he whispers to jimin once he closes the door. the shorter boy is the one to roll his eyes this time as he gives taehyung a judging expression.
