Kill and Demise - TaeKook

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Taehyung bouta snap—

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"What do you mean they got away?!" A deep, booming voice yelled throughout the room, drawing a flinch out from the Sargent that was currently reviving the scolding.

"They got away, Sir. I don't know what else you want me to say." NamJoon's voice was just as dominant, standing his ground even though the glare from his boss sent chills down his spine.

His boss clenched his jaw in rage, his hands itching to choke out whoever got away with his money. "How could you let them get away?!" He yelled again, planting his balled fists on his desk.

"It was either HyeJin or them! You really want your non-official girlfriend to get shot just because of some money?! Really Taehyung!? I get that we lost millions, but we have another heist tomorrow. We can get that money back then." NamJoon raised his voice. He was the only one who stood up to Taehyung. The Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung groaned loudly, hitting his fist down on his desk. "Is she hurt?" He sighed, finally sitting back down in his work chair.

"No, she isn't. Thanks to Jimin—who luckily isn't hurt either." NamJoon informed, placing his hands in his suit pants, fixing his posture.

Taehyung rested his elbow on his armrest and rubbed over his chin, in thought, looking out his window off in the distance. "Can you send her in?" He said finally.

"Of course." NamJoon knew not to say anything more, knowing Taehyung was just worried about HyeJin, only wanting to speak to her. The Sargent turned on his heels and left the office, it not even being a minute later before HyeJin entered, all smiles.

"TaeTae!" She beamed, the high heels of her thigh high boots clacking on the marbled floor as she walked quickly to her non-official boyfriend.

"HyeJinnie, darling." Taehyung smiled boxily as HyeJin walked around his desk and sat on the wooden object in front of him. "How's my Babygirl doing?"

HyeJin giggles sweetly at Taehyung's nickname for her. "I'm good, Baby. How are you handling—y'know, all of this?" She asks, crossing her legs and planting her hands in the desk on either side her waist.

Taehyung sighs, looking down and running a hand through his silky black hair. "I'm pissed—to say the very least."

"Aw, Tae." HyeJin pouts, getting off of his desk and planting herself on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I know this is—a step in the wrong direction...But!" She beams, moving some hair out of his eyes, "We can get that all back. Everything will be okay."

Taehyung smiled sweetly at the woman on his lap. She was wearing a loose white button up that she had rolled up the sleeves on, tucked into black high waisted short shorts and of course, her thigh his boots.

Taehyung liked the outfit.

Placing his hands on a thigh of her crossed legs, keeping eye contact with her. "Did he hurt you? Touch you in a way you didn't like?" The man interrogated, pulling her closer with his other hand that held her waist.

"No, Tae, he didn't. You know Jimin wouldn't let that happen." HyeJin smiled, running her newly painted nails through the back of Taehyung's hair.

"Yeah, I heard he saved you. He's so protective of you." Said Taehyung. "Sometimes I think he has a crush on you."

HyeJin giggled. "And if he does? Hm? We aren't dating, TaeBear. You don't own me." She smirked fondly.

"Yeah, well. I'm still protective of you, Hyegi. You are like my little sister...but not my little sister."

"That would be kinda weird, seeing as we make out and have sex." HyeJin laughed and Taehyung chuckled.

"Yeah, whatever." He pulled her closer, leaning closer to her lips.

"I love you." HyeJin smiled.

"Mm, I love you too." He smiled back, HyeJin leaning in the last few inches to meet his lips with hers.

The two moved their lips together, fluidly, for a few minutes before Taehyung moved down to kiss her neck. When he started nipping his teeth at her skin, she lightly slapped his arm.

"Ah- Taehyung~ no marking." She spoke through a moan. The two knew that HyeJin couldn't have any hickeys—due to her job—so Taehyung stopped and just kissed down her neck and slowly unbuttoning her shirt. After unbuttoning and untucking the shirt, he slipped it off her shoulders, allowing her to slide it off.

Taehyung picked HyeJin up bridal style and put her on his desk, letting her wrap her legs around his waist, her hands tangling in his hair as he started undoing her boots and then her shorts.

"Fuck- Tae~" She moaned.

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An hour later HyeJin walked out of Taehyung's office with a satisfied smirk plastered on her face, passing Hoseok as she did. The soldier immediately shook his head, his usually more dark expression forming into a sly smirk.

Hoseok knocked on Taehyung's office doors, hearing a monotone, 'Enter' signaling it was fine for him to walk into the office. The soldier did as he was told and opened one of the tall wooden doors and walking inside.

Hoseok observes Taehyung fixing some things on his desk and looking through some papers before his boss broke the silence.

"What is it, Jung?" Taehyung's deep voice queried, not looking up from his papers.

"Another not so secret, secret office quickie, I see." Hoseok started, his smirk still apparent as he stood a few feet away from his bosses desk.

"Mr. Jung?" Taehyung didn't look up from his papers.

"Yes, Sir?" The soldier replied.

"That is none of your concern." The boss finally looked up from his work, his cold glare apparent as he looked at the slightly older man.

"Right. My apologies, Boss." Hoseok straightened, hands lacing behind his back and bracing himself for Taehyung's reaction. "I originally came here to tell you that Sargent NamJoon has informed me the gang from last night has taken the money from the club 'Seeker'."

Taehyung's unreadable expression became contorted with anger; no—rage, as he heard the words his soldier spoke to him. That was another million dollars down the drain, money they needed. Money they had been planning for months to get.

Taehyung was seeing red, his deathly scowl directed at his soldier.

"Hoseok." Taehyung rasped, speaking through his teeth.

"Yes, Sir." Hoseok stood his ground, waiting for his next order.

"Find who the leader of that god-for-saken gang is. Then, I want you to rip that fucker out of their bed in the middle of the night and bring them to me." Taehyung seethed. "God have mercy on their soul, because when I'm done with that shithead, there won't be any leader left."

Hoseok smirked devilishly, ready to watch whoever was stealing his money have the life drained out of him.

Because if there was one thing Hoseok knew, it was that, Kim Taehyung never lets anyone steal his money.

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Okay so- Taehyung and HyeJin.
A concept.

I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for not updating in a while!

I purple you!

Xoxo,
- Min ;)