CONFLICT | VKOOK ✔️

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"we are all miracles, searching for someone to believe in us."

taehyung was in a terrible mood.

the huge, awaited party for the success of his new product was due in just two days but absolutely nothing was prepared. the invitations were set out all fine, the catering was done and also the lighting crew but that goddamn decorator was giving no response.

five days ago, a reminder was sent for the grand party which was all in his hands, but that was the last the decorator was seen. taehyung had sent his people to that fucktard's house but apparantly he was not home. and the young ceo obviously wasn't going to haul his ass all the way to some dingy hellhole for some stupid decorator, so, he did the second best thing.

"what on earth is that, hyung? the flowers look hideous." the young ceo complained, as he stepped inside the living room, still in his work clothes, a sleek samsung trapped between his fingers.

"no they don't. the colour brings out the lilac of the banquet halls." the older answered, a blank expression on his face. no matter how serious the situation was, the trueblood was trying very hard not to make fun of his tired and exhausted brother.

namjoon's arms were filled with bright, canary yellow flowers, some tall ones which poked out of the slightly condensed, translucent bags and some were thick ringlets, around his armpits like some huge bangles. 

the younger sighed, before he reached forward and helped namjoon to carry the ugly flowers towards the air conditioned room, where they would remain fresh until the big day.

the older still reeked of freesia and stargazer lilies with hints of mud and aftershave.

"you smell like a garden, hyung." taehyung mumbled, a smile on his face as he watched namjoon roll his eyes and stalk off in the direction of the staircase leading to his room.

taehyung switched on his phone as he heard the distant bang of the bedroom door closing. there were six messages from some unknown number asking for credit cards and callertune options and a missed call from his father, which he dutifully ignored. the ravenette was in no mood to talk to his father because he knew that the old man was going to ask for a detailed thesis on why he didn't send one of the invitations to jeon inc. even though his father already knew the answer and also knows his son's a stubborn piece of shit hence he himself ends up sending the damn invitation to the jeons. 

kim corporations and jeon inc. had been working together, peacefully, for almost seventeen years except on the eighteenth year when kim taehyung sat on the so-called "throne" of the ceo, he realised how much he despised the younger ceo of jeon inc. claiming the spotlight almost immediately, jeon jeonguk was the most annoying person taehyung had ever come across. he didn't even have a fucking clue as to how his father seemed to be so inclined to that dipshit.

ironically, the former ceo was one heck of a man. a myriad sense of humour with a twinge of flirtiness and an expanding knowledge about everything. taehyung remembered when he used to hang out with jeon joonwoo alongside his father. those hearty conversations over hardcore liquor and mrs. jeon's amazing kimchi was still evident in his memories. four years ago, jeon eunae passed away. she was a nice lady with a highly comforting aura and a strong spirit. the trueblood also remembers how jeongguk would've been outside seoul, back at busan, still in high school.

stuck-up brat.

exhaling heavily, taehyung ran a hand through his dark curls, the armani suit still pressed against his skin. it was almost nighttime outside. the sky overlapped with layers of red, orange and blue, the stars slowly filling the expanse. heavy workload and intense sleepiness drooped his shoulders. as he yawned, the hints of mozart fom upstairs, reached his ears.

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