Obsession | TAEKOOK FF

Chapter 7: Slow-Motion and Stuttering Heartbeats

Author's Note:
"Whoever you love, it's up to you. Love is love. Love knows no gender." 🏳️‍🌈✨
I know this is a slightly shorter chapter, my Flowers, but the tension is real! Kook is finally starting to realize his feelings, and Jimin is about to meet Yoongi! Who is excited? Let me know in the comments! 🌸

​"Mr. Kook! Mr. Kook!"

​A loud, persistent voice shattered the passionate haze. Kook’s eyes flew open, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs as his desk came rushing back into focus. Standing right in front of him wasn't a seductive, shirtless Tae—it was Hyunjin, a fellow employee, holding a lunchbox and looking at him with utter confusion.

​"Oh, shoot... Mr. Kook, are you alright?" Hyunjin asked, tilting his head. "I'm done eating my lunch, and I came back to drop off these reports, but you were making the strangest noises..."

​Kook sat up so fast his chair nearly flipped over. He blinked rapidly, his eyes darting around the room until they landed on Tae, who was standing quietly by the bookshelf, holding a stack of folders and looking at him with wide, worried eyes.

​Realizing it had all been a wild, incredibly vivid wet dream, Kook felt his face turn a violent shade of red. He frantically raised his hands and smacked himself right across both cheeks.

​SLAP!

​"Am I dreaming?! Wake up! Am I still dreaming?!" Kook yelled at himself.
​Tae stepped forward, completely bewildered by his boss's sudden erratic behavior. "Are you okay, Mr. Kook? Who is dreaming?"

​Without answering, Kook scrambled out of his leather chair and bolted out the office door like a man possessed, his inner monologue screaming in pure, unadulterated gay panic.

​Shit! Why did I dream that?! Kook panicked, pacing furiously down the empty executive hallway, running a hand through his messy hair. What is wrong with you, Jeon Jungkook?! He’s a man! Okay? He is a guy! He stopped, leaning his head against the cool glass window, groaning as an image of Tae’s glossy lips flashed in his mind. Ugh... but he is such a beautiful man. Haisssht! He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to force his racing heart to slow down. Get a grip, Kook. Back to reality. We need to calm down. Just breathe.

​The Research Department

​Unable to focus on a single piece of paperwork, Kook decided he needed professional advice—or at least, advice from the only person he trusted blindly. He headed down to the Research Department to find Yoongi.

​Yoongi was Kook’s childhood best friend. Through thick and thin, rough times and good, the two of them had been completely inseparable. The only glaring difference between them was that Yoongi was an absolute, textbook workaholic. He lived and breathed his research, which was the exact reason no woman ever lasted long around him, leaving him proudly single to this day.

​Knock! Knock!

​Without waiting for an answer, Kook burst into Yoongi’s quiet office.

​"Hey! Yoongi! Please tell me you have some alcohol in here. Give me a drink. Faster!"

​Yoongi didn't even look up from his microscope. "Eyy, look here, Kookie. I am not your personal assistant, remember? Haissh... just sit down. I'll get it for you."
​Kook slumped into a chair, looking around the sterile room. "Huh? Speaking of which, where is your assistant? Wait... did you do something to frighten her off again? No wonder—she was hot and sexy, Yoongi. Eyy..."

​WHACK!

​Yoongi rolled up a magazine and smacked Kook right over the head. "You pervert!"

​"Ow! Ow! Yoongi, why did you hit me?!" Kook whined, rubbing his head. "Aish, I was just kidding around... unless..."