Bo$$ - BTS FanFic *** Completed

Everyday Genius

A/N: S'okay...we got the regular initiation smut out of the way. 

How was it? 😇

Don't worry...there is plenty more where that came from. I mean, there are seven of them. Our girl Dez has an overabundance of potential here.

My plan is to develop some story and further develop their relationships, but there is still going to be just a metric ton of smut. I promise. Some fluff and filler, sure...but also dirty dirty smut. 

Write what you know, eh? 😉

Anyway, enjoy some cute little filler chapters while I set up something fun. 

***Time Skip***

Dez woke up in he middle of the night with an uneasy feeling. She had been thinking about Taehyung all day, and apparently even in her sleep couldn't get her mind off of him. He had been distant, always locked up in his studio and trying working on the project for the new fragrance line, often even missing meals and staying much later after everyone else had gone home. She was worried about him, but no one had been able to pull him out of his office for more than an hour or so, and she knew how he valued his work and his time alone.

"Fuck that," she grumped, getting out of bed and throwing on a robe, "If he's there, at least maybe I can get him to come up and eat a sandwich or something."

She took the elevator down two floors, entering the alarm code when she got to the hallway entrance. She felt weird walking around the business portion of the building in a robe and pyjamas, but she knew no one would be there at such a late hour that hadn't already seen her in less. As suspected, the light behind Tae's door was on, and she knock briefly before walking in.

Tae didn't even look up, "Baby, I love you, but I need to work through lunch. I promise I'll eat dinner."

Dez chuckled sadly, "Well you're already a liar then, Tiger. It's 2:00am."

"You're fucking kidding me," he gasped, looking up and furrowing his brow, "Baby, why are you up?"

Dez walked behind him as he continued to stand, hunched over his development table. She hugged him around the waist and laid her head on his back, "Because I missed you. I've been missing you all week. Come upstairs and eat."

"I can't until I choose the pictures and layout for this ad."

"You can do it tomorrow, Tae. The campaign doesn't launch for two weeks."

Tae sighed, "But I've already shot two concepts, and they're both complete shit. We can't afford another round of models on this campaign's budget, and I want this to be perfect."

Dez knew he had is heart in this. He had been the one to propose a fragrance line, and had personally helped create and choose all of the perfumes for the male, female, and unisex lines. This was his baby.

"Let me look," she offered, "Maybe a fresh set of eyes will help."

"These two, I love," he spread the layouts for the lines in front of them, "But this one is...ugh."

Dez smiled at the women as they played at the park and as they danced in the club. There were a myriad of skin colors and body types. Tae had chosen the women meticulously, in the hopes that every girl in the world could relate to someone in the ad. There were no men in the pictures, the point of it to empower women to be their own person and not function for the purposes of finding a mate. To Dez, it portrayed sisterly love, and she was in love with the different levels of femininity that were presented.

The unisex line was equally amazing. It was hard and edgy, yet familiar and soft. Dez caressed a particular picture with a tall androgynous person dressed in a metallic outfit that looked like an alien dressed David Bowie. They were kneeling gently in the grass, playing with toys and fawning over two chubby toddlers. It was raw and real and so....human. The badass group in another picture, walking down the street like they were challenging the world, made Dez feel proud.

But Tae was right, there was something off about the men's campaign. Again, different body types and skin tones were offered, and most of them were everything it should have been. There was everything from a dad running with his children to a skinny man with incredible makeup sipping a glass of whiskey while he watched a couple dance. Dez, put her finger on the problem, pointing to a series of pictures.

"These ones are all wrong," she agreed, "The concept is perfect, it works with your day and night theme, and the 'sexy dude' is exactly what we need for those conventional accounts. But these guys aren't doing it for me."

"Me neither," Tae agreed, "They were amazing to work with, and the shots are fine, but there is something missing."

"It's personality," Dez said flatly, "They're hot...but, like, that's it. We need people who look as good as these guys, but have distinct personalities that pop from the pages. It's not something you can direct or fake."

Tae gave a disgruntled sigh, "You're right. I just don't know what I'm going to do this late in the game."

Dez's eyes widened with an idea as she turned her head to look at in Tae's eyes.

"You should do it."

Tae looked at her confused, "I should do what?"

"Take your fucking shirt off and sell the fucking cologne, doofus."

"What? No."

"Think about it," Dez said as excitement laced her voice, "You have seven beautifully created men, with bodies and faces that look like they were blessed by the heavens," Tae quirked an eyebrow at her description, "And you each have distinct personalities that cover the range of every girl's dream and every guy's bucket list. You couldn't hide who each of you are if you tried." She turned and eased her arms around his neck, "Tae, it's perfect."

"You're biased," he chuckled, giving her a soft kiss.

"I am now, but I wasn't when I met you," she returned, "I nearly shit myself the first time I saw you all standing in front of me. And then by the pool..." she swooned dramatically, letting her legs go out as he caught her laughing.

"You're going to have to be the one to convince them," Tae smirked, "Namjoon and Yoongi are not going to want to do it."

"You think the others will be easy?"

He laughed again, "Jimin and Kook barely want to wear clothes on their bodies as it is. Hobi will do anything you ask of him, and I'll do it if you stay at the set so I'm not nervous."

"Fine," Dez conceded, pulling on Tae's hands to follow her out of the office, "I'll talk to them tomorrow. Come eat and get some sleep, please," she gave him a teasing smile, "We can't have you withering in front of the camera."

Tae gave in, picking her up and carrying her to the elevator. He pressed a kiss to her neck, "You're too good to me, babygirl."