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THIS IS A BTS FANFICTION BUT MOSTLY IT WILL BE TAEHYUNG X READER.
Kim Taehyung, the most eligible bachelor in Korea, the CEO of Kim Enterprises, and every girl's dream man. His work and his family are the only things that matter to him. Ma...
I receive a message from Namjoon hyung just as I'm glancing at the final file on my desk.
(N - Namjoon & T - Taehyung)
N: Taehyung, could you please do me a favor?
T: Sure. What can I do?
N: Will you please go to the library tomorrow to pick up my novel. It will be delivered tomorrow.
T: Okay.
N: Thanks. I'll text you the address.
Hyung sends me the library's address along with the book's name and author's name. Why did he text me this? We literally live in the same house; he could have mentioned it at home. Well, whatever.
That's my brother; I have another one, Jin, who happens to be the eldest among us. I'm the youngest. If you're curious about my profession, I'm the CEO of Kim Enterprises, Korea's most eligible bachelor. My company specializes in manufacturing a diverse range of products, including perfumes, bags, gaming software, and various others.
Completing my tasks, I grab my coat and keys, notifying my secretary of my departure. I step into the elevator and press the ground floor button. Exiting the elevator, I leave the building to find the car ready for me. The guard opens the door, and I slide inside, signaling the driver to head home. Typically, I stay late to tie up any loose ends, but today the workload was manageable. The car halts in front of my house, and I step out as the driver heads to the garage.
Upon entering the house, Jin hyung's voice rings out, "Taehyung, get fresh before coming down for dinner; it's almost ready." It's like he has psychic abilities; he can distinguish between me and Namjoon hyung without even looking.
"Okay," I respond. Swiftly changing, I descend to the kitchen to assist Jin hyung. Together, we set the table for dinner, and Namjoon hyung joins us after a few moments, reminding me of the library message.
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(Next Morning)
The blaring alarm jolts me awake. Rubbing my eyes, I make my way to the bathroom, follow my morning routine, and don a black suit paired with a red undershirt.
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Descending the stairs, a maid informs me that Jin and Namjoon hyung have already left for work. Shaking it off, I step into the kitchen, half-expecting Jin hyung to have breakfast ready for me. To my dismay, I find only a sticky note on the refrigerator.
(The note)
Namjoon and I had to leave for work early. Since I didn't have time to prepare breakfast, you'll have to buy it on your way to the office. Don't forget to visit the library from Namjoon. Bye, love you, little bro.
Seriously, hyung? Now I have to buy breakfast from outside, which I absolutely hate. I shoot a text to my secretary, instructing her to arrange breakfast for me because I'm too lazy to go out and get it myself. Simultaneously, I direct the driver to take the car to the office.
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Today is turning out to be the worst day of my life. Everyone is getting on my nerves, and nothing seems to be going right. I was anticipating an orientation today, but it hasn't arrived yet, and the sales report is nowhere in sight either. This situation has truly irritated me beyond measure. What am I paying these people for? It seems they can't even handle simple tasks.
"Tiffany, IN MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW!" I yell into the landline phone, frustration evident in my voice.
She rushes in, nearly tripping, her fear palpable. "You called, sir," she says, her voice barely audible.
"Yes, indeed. Where is the orientation? Why isn't it on the desk yet? And where is this year's sales report? Is this what I pay you for? Slacking!" I lash out, my anger escalating with each word.
"Umm... S-sir... Hiro is bringing it, and the sales... t-they are...umm... a-almost ready," she stammers. Almost ready? What does that even mean? What have they been doing for the past week? Idiots!
"Tiffany, if you don't have these two items on my desk within the next three hours, you're fired. You hear me? FIRED!" I growl, slamming my hands on the desk. She stumbles out of my office in a hurry.
Ugh, and now I have to go to the library. In the midst of this complete mess, I almost forgot about it. Glancing at the clock, I see that it's already 11 a.m. The library should have been open by now. I call my driver to come and get the car. I need a break from all this nonsense.
