In Which They Encounter Each Other
Taehyung had always imagined his perfect morning would begin with golden sunlight pouring in through glass windows, birds chirping sweetly, and a gentle breeze brushing his curtains.
Instead, his soul mate was currently turning that dream into a full-blown disaster.
A certain mochi was bouncing on his mattress while rapping a creative, if slightly horrifying, string of profanities. At 6 a.m., no less.
With a sigh of long-suffering grace, Taehyung trudged toward the bathroom, ignoring the midget of a menace huffing beside him for unknown reasons. He completed his routine, determined not to let the morning chaos derail his mood.
He dressed thoughtfully—light blue roll-neck jumper tucked into grey smart trousers, layered with a navy double-breasted coat and a grey muffler with black ends, evoking quiet British charm. Brown lenses veiled his naturally blue eyes.
Downstairs, a plate of pancakes with maple syrup and meticulously arranged blueberries awaited him—Jimin’s silent peace offering, perhaps. They ate in companionable silence.
“Taehyung, will you come now? We’re already late!” Jimin called, already at the front door, struggling with his boots.
Taehyung rolled his eyes and grabbed his cotton brown satchel, exuding vintage British flair.
“British theme today?” Jimin teased, wiggling his brows knowingly.
“Shut up,” Taehyung muttered, nudging him toward the blue Kia. They drove off, jamming to carpool karaoke until they arrived at their workplace—a towering building of glass and steel.
Inside, Taehyung’s gaze fell on Joshua Jeon, standing near the glass panels, speaking on his phone. Taehyung turned to Jimin. “You go ahead, I need to speak with Mr. Jeon.”
“Papa Joshua?” Jimin confirmed, squinting toward the glass.
Taehyung shook his head with a fond eye-roll and walked over.
Joshua ended the call and pulled Taehyung into a warm side-hug. “Looking handsome as always, son.”
“Thank you, sir—oops, I mean papa Joshua.” Taehyung grinned as Joshua narrowed his eyes.
“I need a favour,” Joshua said. “Jungkook’s coming back today. He went to visit someone but will be here soon. Can you get honey-glazed rib-eyes from Omelas for him? He craves them after returning to Seoul.”
One hour. Challenge accepted.
Taehyung sped off, leaving a kiss on Joshua’s cheek.
After a 45-minute drive, he stood last in a long line at Omelas, praying he would get the final serving. Miraculously, he did.
Engrossed in his phone, he didn’t notice the person beside him until someone cleared their throat.
He looked up—and blinked. Hard.
Dark, glossy hair. Doe eyes. Pink lips. A face sculpted from temptation itself. His breath hitched.
Jungkook’s world slowed too—an angel, absolutely unearthly, stood in front of him. That face. Those lips. That chapstick shine. He was mesmerized.
“Yes, sir. How can I help you?” Taehyung’s voice was rich, unexpectedly deep.
Jungkook opened his mouth—and immediately stuck his foot in it.
“Excuse me, sir. If you’re done worshipping my face, maybe try speaking?” Taehyung added, sarcastic smile in place.
Flustered, Jungkook tried to recover. “They said you got the last one. Can I buy it off you?”
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “Why the hell would I give you mine?”
“I’ll pay three times more,” Jungkook replied, smug.
Taehyung clenched his jaw. “Classic rich-boy move. No thanks. Papa Joshua asked for it—I’m not selling.”
He took his takeaway calmly. “Next time, be on time. Life doesn’t wait for late kings.”
With a casual pat to Jungkook’s shoulder, he walked away—leaving Jungkook stunned and lowkey humiliated.
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Scene: In Which He Regrets Talking
The white Lamborghini screeched into the company lot, catching everyone’s attention. Jungkook stepped out in slow motion—at least that’s how it felt to the gawking employees.
Why not? He had the looks. He had the money. He had the Lamborghini.
He nodded at the receptionist, barely acknowledging her bow. Stepping out of the elevator, he admired the steel plaque reading CEO. Pride swelled in his chest. He twisted the knob and entered the office.
It was exactly his father’s style—warm, luxurious, wood and leather and a city view that could stop hearts.
Joshua looked up with a beaming smile. “Finally, my son is here. I can retire in peace.”
They embraced briefly before Joshua pulled out a plastic-wrapped container.
Jungkook could already smell it—Omelas rib-eyes.
“Oh, thank God. I’ve been craving these,” he said, digging in.
“Taehyung got them for you. Said he had to fight someone for it.”
Jungkook paused, chopsticks midway. “Wait… the guy I argued with earlier? That was him?!”
“He’s my secretary. Soon to be yours,” Joshua said.
Jungkook frowned. “Dad, I’m choosing my own secretary. Yours is probably old and—”
“He’s not old,” Joshua smirked. “He’s perfect for the job. Trust me.”
“Let me meet him at least,” Jungkook grumbled.
Just then, the door opened. A beautiful man struggled in with a stack of files hiding his face.
“Papa, come help meeee!” he whined.
Jungkook blinked. Papa?
Joshua rushed to help. “Why didn’t you call someone?”
“I didn’t want to bother anyone. And you’d ask for these later anyway,” Taehyung pouted.
Joshua chuckled and turned him toward Jungkook. “Come meet my son.”
Taehyung stepped aside, and their eyes met.
“You?!” they said in unison.
Joshua blinked. “Wait… you two know each other?”
Taehyung scowled. “Yeah. He’s the guy who tried to buy my food with his ego.”
Jungkook looked equally offended. “And he’s the rude little—”
Joshua just laughed, secretly thrilled. “Well, this is going to be fun. Taehyung, meet your boss. Jungkook, meet your new secretary.”
Taehyung turned pale. Jungkook looked murderous.
And Taehyung?
He regretted everything.
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FanfictionCOMPLETED Taehyung who hated his beauty to the core of hell. Because he believed it was his beauty that made his life a living hell hole. He had a stalker who was obsessed with his beauty. He made his life turn upside down. He raped him, abused hi...
