Monday had arrived, and it was time to entirely transform the way you interact with Taehyung. It had all began with his promise of dripping you off at work, climbing into his Mercedes and discussing details about your lunch date for later that day.

It would be relatively normal, though with some flashing each other kind smiles and make-believe loving gazes in case a camera decided to follow you two.

Your day progressed as usual at work, casual co-workers continuing to ask you for the details of your married life with Taehyung, and only providing the polished ones Taehyung and yourself had agreed upon. You never dressed anything up too fancily without his consent, knowing one misplaced piece of evidence in your story could debunk the entire marriage.

It was bordering your lunch hour now, awaiting a text from Taehyung as you collected the things you needed. You were shuffling around in your purse to confirm your wallet when your phone screen brightened.

Taehyung ♡  : i’m here

You picked up your device.

You : i’m coming :)

You fixed your purse onto your shoulder as you met Taehyung in front of your building, leaning against his Mercedes adorning an Alexander McQueen suit, hands tucked in his pockets. The expensive outfit hugged his body snug, displaying the perfectly carved proportions of his masculine curves, internally gawking at the sight.

His hair was set handsomely to reveal some forehead, the dark locks falling above his eyebrows flawlessly. His strong brows were lightly quirked with boredom, the action harmless in nature though the image was lethal. He truly appeared as the epitome of a Greek God, the manner in which he rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek as he waited beyond sexy.

And you seriously wondered how you even breathed properly in his presence.

He caught sight of you and his face lightened up, addressing you right away. “Hey, wife.”

“Really, that’s how you’re gonna greet me?” You chastised him as you settled in front.

“Calling you wife makes sense cause we’re in our honeymoon phase.” Taehyung rebutted you. “Just get in, Princess.” He emphasized snarkily as he pulled your car door open, expecting you like a gentleman.

You rolled your eyes, almost brushing past him normally until you decided to lay a hand on him, seductively dragging it across his chest as you walked by, voice submissive as hell. “Anything you want, Mr. Kim.”

Taehyung felt something shoot through him, something dangerous and he wet his lips with his tongue, scoffing at your audacity. He shut your door shortly after you climbed in and began his drive to your lunch venue.

He’d decided on an Italian café, choosing a table on the third floor in order to view the scenery of the city. The lunch progressed as normally as it could between you two, asking questions here and there that were too general for a married couple, though funnily befitting for you both.

“So you’re CEO and Chairman of the board of directors, right?” You inquired, having done enough research on him and finding the two roles sitting comfortably under his notorious name.

“Mhm.” Taehyung nodded, taking a sip of water. “My father stepped down as CEO when I was 21. He held both positions and didn’t trust anyone taking over except me.”

“Wow, you’ve only been running the company for only 4 years and it’s reached this status? That’s… impressive.” You sounded it out yourself, genuinely taken by Taehyung’s success in such a short amount of years.

“You know how much the company’s success has grown ever since I took over?”

“I mean, it’s under any article that talks about you. You’ve done a lot for a 25-year-old.” You complimented him, biting into an egg,

“Thanks.”

“Why’d your father make you marry so young, by the way?” You questioned out of sheer curiosity, having found both your ages quite young to be bound to matrimony.

“My father thinks I’m too invested in the company for my age. He wanted me to marry now to..” Taehyung stopped himself, not exactly wanting to spill the details behind his life since it bared a flaw of his, quickly changing the sentence. “..uphold our name. My father married young as well, it’s common in the Kim family.” Taehyung saved his answer; it wasn’t exactly a lie anyway, just not the right truth. 

“Ohh.” You nodded understandingly.

“What about you? Aren’t you young as well?” Taehyung redirected the question to you.

“Yeah, but it was mainly for my family too, especially my father. I owe him a lot, the least I could do was listen to him for once by marrying you.” You felt a pang of hurt plague you, remembering your mother’s words of how much you ruined your family. “I’ve also been on my own for a long time, so I don’t feel so young anymore.”

“Fair point, I can relate.” Taehyung agreed, finding a correlation in both your lifestyles having forced your sudden maturation, amicable about having that in common with you.

It wasn’t hard to relate Taehyung the more you talked to him, surprisingly finding yourself enjoying your time with him. You were more similar than you expected, and it dawned a new sort of appreciation for him. It was like this entire marriage would seem easier than you thought, especially with a great partner like Taehyung.

That was.. until it came time to pay for the meal.

“And there’s your bill, I’ll come by in a short while.” The waiter smiled at you both before making their exit, scurrying off to another table.

You weren’t really paying attention to Taehyung, and maybe that’s what made you believe grasping the bill would be easy. That’s exactly why you unsuspectingly jut out for the bill, suddenly feeling Taehyung’s hand also clamp down on the small black book.

You both instantly shot a look to each other, eyebrows furrowed in incredulousness.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung scolded.

“I’m trying to pay the bill? What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to pay the bill. You don’t have to pay.” Taehyung tried pulling the bill in his direction, though you kept your hand firmly placed.

“And you who said that, President Moon? Move your hand.” You attempted to grasp the bill harder but Taehyung’s long fingers and somehow Godly grip became iron at this point.

“I said it, now move your hand.” Taehyung stressed, eyes trying to discourage you though you remained as stubborn as ever.

It then became a constant battle of pulling the bill in either’s direction, continuing for an almost laughable amount of time before the waiter returned, both of you composing yourselves at their presence.

“Are we ready to go?”

“Yes.” You and Taehyung both answered, snapping a scrutinizing look to each other.

“Alright, then. Is there a card in the book?”

“Mine.” Again Taehyung and you answered at the same time, both of you becoming irritated with each other and sending death glares enough for the waiter to feel displaced.

“So.. whose card will it be?”

“Mine, here you-” Taehyung almost responded completely until you sharply kicked him in the shin underneath the table, Taehyung biting down on his lip to contain his reaction and hand faltering from offering his card.

“There you go, thank you so much.” You beamed at the waiter as you passed your card, bowing respectfully before leaving you both alone.

Taehyung was still reeling from you kicking him, speaking to you in a hushed hiss. “What the fuck was that for? You’re wearing heels!” He bent down to rub at his possible wound, wincing at the sting.

“Pay for me like that again and it’ll be harder next time. You’re already taking me on a date this weekend.” You hmph’d at him as you crossed your arms, feeling slightly sorry for kicking him so hard though you tried to justify it by remembering he deserved it.

“For fuck’s sake, what am I gonna do with you?” Taehyung asked rhetorically, scoffing as he found himself between scolding you but also cracking up at the situation.

Nobody has ever dared kick him, let alone tell him off.

Nobody but you.

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“My shin still hurts, you know.”

“Taehyung, I didn’t even hit you that hard. Stop complaining.”

“Well, clearly it was. I guarantee there’s a bruise.”

“Then we’ll treat it, yeah?” You and Taehyung bickered down the hallway as he offered to walk you back to your office, claiming he should be able to see where his wife works for ‘informational purposes’.

Whatever it was, you let him tag along.

“Maybe if you didn’t hit me so hard.” Taehyung was really just trying to pull on your leg at this point, maybe even trying to elicit your sincere apology just so he could see you cutely beg him for forgiveness.

He wouldn’t admit that aloud, though.

“Look, my office is right there.” You pointed to the door just at the end of the hallway. “You’ve successfully walked me back, you can go now.” You softened a bit, grateful he’d taken his time to actually accompany you back to your office.

“Nope. I should see your office too, don’t you think?” Taehyung wasn’t even sure why he was so adamant on not leaving yet, just found himself interested in exploring your life.

“Fine, I’ll show you.” You sighed, walking in front of him to open your door.

Taehyung was welcomed by a small, though cute office. You had wall-to-ceiling windows against one side of the room though was cut off by the unfortunate width of the smaller room. The view was large enough though to look out at the hint of Seoul’s skyline, not as high as his own though it was substantial.

The office actually seemed to reflect you in many ways; the warm, pastel colours, a gigantic smart board clearly for designing, little personal touches that screamed you. Not to mention the scattered equipment and supplies needed for the workings of an architect sprawled across your desk, reminding him of the way your things were frantically moved into your studio back home.

He smiled, liking the way you’ve managed to transform the rather quaint office into something welcoming, cute, almost relaxing. “It’s really.. warm in here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I get cold easily so I turn the heat-.”

“No, no. Not like that.” He clarified. “The room, it feels warm as in.. comforting. It’s nice.” Taehyung couldn’t help but draw comparisons between the room’s feel and you, flashing back to when you so easily calmed him down at Jimin’s gala a few days ago.

The way your delicate hands soothed him, even kept him from hitting Hisung; it all continued to occupy his thoughts in a way he couldn’t quite word.

The only thing he could accurately describe was gratitude. Gratitude that you were so warm in that situation, so comforting and could so pacifyingly aid him in a time of need. It was fucking poetic.

“Oh, thanks.” You smiled at his compliment, almost shying away as you watched him admire your office. It felt scary to have a big-shot CEO visit your office knowing his is 100x better, the compliment definitely refreshing.

You didn’t even realize you were admiring Taehyung admiring your office until someone knocked on you ajar door, turning around to see it was your co-worker Alex with some papers in hand.

“Hey, Ari, sorry to interrupt but could I borrow you for a second?” He gestured to the hallway outside, and you immediately followed the request knowing it was work-related. “Oh, of course.”

Alex then stepped out, not having noticed Taehyung was in your office. It would’ve been okay, but Taehyung already didn’t like hearing your name uttered by some strange man, whirling around at just the lower register of a male voice.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you leave, you mouthing to him you’ll be back in a just second. You were just outside the room anyway, so you knew it wouldn’t be long.

Though Taehyung didn’t know that, and he again found himself eavesdropping knowing it was a bad habit of his.

“Did you get the proposal Mary sent to you?” Alex asked.

“I.. uh, did she send it Friday?”

“Yup, to everyone. She wanted us to review it this weekend before the briefing today.” Alex informed, though he found you drawing a blank. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Ah, fuck.” You swore as you remembered Friday, having left early and most likely missed the entire memo about the proposal. Not to mention the grand shit show that occurred that day and had kept you in such a sour mood you never considered work. “Honestly I did. I was so busy that day.”

“You’re so lucky we’re friends, Ari. Here,” Alex offered you a set of notes, your eyes scanning over them quickly. “It’s a summarized version. I knew you’d miss it since you left early on Friday, so it’s enough you’ll survive Mary’s nagging.”

“No way, did you seriously do this for me?” You were baffled, flipping through the document to see it seriously detailed the right amount of information, and wasn’t just fluff.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? Can’t have her chewing your head off about it.” You and Alex laughed, recalling Mary was quite the eccentric character, and often grew angry over the smallest of details.

“Seriously, Alex. You saved my life. Thank you so much.” You beamed, genuine gratitude in your voice.

“No problem, I could tell you were busy when you left so early. Someone had to be your knight and shining armour.” Alex quipped, nudging you and you chuckled a little.

“Oh please, I’m so sorry I made you do all this extra work.”

“Don’t sweat it, it’s what friends are for.” Alex then suddenly reached a hand out and gripped your upper arm, nearly gazing into your eyes and his tone was coated with such sincerity you could feel it in the air. “I’ll always be there when you need help, Ari. I mean it, in anyway I can.”

You digested his words. “Thanks, Alex. I’ll make sure I summarize Mary’s proposal for you on our next project!”

“We’ll see about that. I never want you to be doing more work than you should.” Alex chastised, hinting towards your slight workaholic tendencies and you felt like you were caught red-handed.

“Ah, we’ll see. I’m gonna get going, I’ll see you around!” You chimed, stepping towards your office as Alex called back, walking away. “For sure!”

You waltzed back in after shutting the door behind you, still replaying Alex’s sentiment of actually doing this amount of work for you as you placed the documents on your desk, lingering for a second until you completely forgot there was someone else in the room.

You didn’t even remember him being here until you felt that same looming aura nearly demanding it be known, and you almost responded to it, before his deep, weighty voice sounded from across the room.

“So, who’s Alex?”
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