KIM TAEHYUNG was anxious. That nearing their specified location was steeling his nerves as he sat on the backseat of Hoseok's Mercedes Benz S-Class, getting all pumped up, his ears both warm.
He still had the file on his right hand, studying and reading about one last time before he must get himself to pass through the scheduled interview— having it as the only way to get in into his target's company without having any suspicions.
"You feeling alright back there?" Hoseok asked as he peeked on the rear view mirror, eyes landing on Taehyung who was gnawing his bottom lip.
"Huh— yeah, everything's good," He replied, cocking his elbow up on the padded leather armrest, the sleeve of his designer suit rustling against the dark colored leather with a faint sound.
He had his chin resting on top of his left palm, fingers gliding along his cheek as he continued to stare at the picture of the young man— Jungkook, a smile in place and he thought to himself that it was a rare shot, not when in most of the photos they harbored he was always glum and serious, very cautious for someone in his age, someone younger than him yet so prosperous and thriving.
Turns out he was a young CEO that was trapped inside a body of a boy, his skills and talent on handling business rising him on top of the lists as one of the businessmen having successful work.
Not only that, Taehyung searched up that his company, JK Enterprises, started from the very bottom, small and unpopular— when he was in senior high— and declined his parents' request of taking over their family business to make one of his own, one that handles weaponry and machines to be precise.
It took three days for Taehyung to prepare, and as much as he thinks he knows enough about Jungkook, he knows that there are secrets kept and remained hidden.
And he couldn't get himself to wonder regarding his reaction when he sees Taehyung once again.
Will he be shocked? Get suspicious? Remain adamant? And the thing was, does he even still remember him? Cause then for Taehyung, that night was like a tattoo that was perfectly etched in his mind, never leaving his thoughts as it would haunt him oftentimes.
Maybe it was the way how his touch scorched through his skin, how his lips fitted perfectly with his, or how he easily dominated him when he never gets to be the subordinate.
