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There's something wrong with Mr Kim today. 

Jungkook notices it the minute he walks into the office room. The moment he steps into the room, he's flooded with this sense of gloom that comes straight from the man sitting at his desk. He seems to radiate fumes of hostility that curls itself around Jungkook's throat, replacing the cool morning breeze with a suffocating atmosphere.

 Mr Kim isn't exactly the warmest person but for the past few months that Jungkook's worked here, the man started warming up to him. Whether it be greeting him with a slight nod, a small smile or even a teasing comment, Taehyung's cold demeanour had slowly washed away as time passed. 

But now it seems to be back, that bitter coldness wrapping around the man with a vice grip. 

"Good morning, sir," Jungkook tries, voice hesitant. Taehyung looks up and something flashes in his eyes for a mere second before he averts his gaze back down to his laptop. Jungkook's stomach fills with dread at the cold response, or really, the lack thereof. Questions fill his head as he hesitantly takes a seat at his desk. Did I do something wrong? Did I make a mistake? Why is he mad? Is he mad? 

The only other time Taehyung has ever been really mad at him is when Kimberly did his work that one time. But nothing of the sort happened after that. Jungkook has been performing to his best possible standard and has been improving brilliantly. So what did he do to make Taehyung act like this again? 

Was it anything to do with yesterday? But yesterday was a rather pleasant day spent with Taehyung at the seaside. Taehyung definitely didn't seem mad when they got back. So what had happened in those few hours between last night to this morning that could have possibly soured his bosses mood like this? 

Jungkook nibbles on his lip as he takes a seat at his desk and peeks up to catch a glimpse of his boss. He notices the man rubbing his brows, looking stressed over something. Maybe it's just that? Maybe Mr Kim is just stressed. Jungkook tries to reassure himself. 

~

It isn't stress. It can't be. Not with the way the older is treating Jungkook. Not with they way he regards him with cold glances and dismissive hums, not with the way he blatantly ignores the younger who he would normally check up on here and there. No, this isn't Mr Kim being stressed. The man is definitely mad at the younger and all Jungkook can really do is pitifully wonder why. 

"Here are the files, sir," Jungkook gulps as he stands in front of the older's desk, anxiously holding out the files he looked over. 

Taehyung doesn't even look in his direction, he merely just grabs the file from the younger's hand and continues on with his work. A heavy stone of dread settles in the pit of Jungkook's stomach, his eyes growing bigger with worry. He doesn't like people being angry at him, especially not his boss who's been rather sweet the past few weeks. He gulps and continues to stand there, trying to figure out something to say. 

Before he can open his mouth, Taehyung looks up at him, eyebrow quirked. "Do you need something?"

Jungkook bites down on his lip anxiously, "u-uh," he tries, looking down at the floor. "Are you...are you upset with me, sir?" He squeaks out. 

Taehyung stares at him for a moment, eyes dull, a little more apathetic than they usually are. "Is there a reason for me to be so?"

Jungkook shakes his head slowly, "n-no, I d-don't think so..."

"Then there's your answer," he states dryly while turning back to his computer. 

Jungkook pauses, "I-I just thought- we ended the day on g-good terms yesterday but you-you seem a bit cross with me r-right now-"

"-look," Taehyung suddenly snaps, eyes piercing as he turns towards the younger. "Everything that led up to today, everything we did, think of it as me welcoming you into the workplace, something to make you more comfortable. Nothing more. You've been here for a while  so I expect you to be used to it by now, used to the harsh setting. So from now on, I'll treat you more like a professional worker, like my secretary, got it?" Taehyung tilts his head, jaw clenched as he stares into the younger's big eyes. 

Jungkook gulps. What..? He's taken aback by the suddenness of the statement. So...so all this time, all those pet-names, all those kisses, all those fond stares, it was just a gesture of welcome, nothing more? It wasn't platonic nor was it romantic... all this time, it was just a facade to build rapport, to build some sort of superficial relationship? Jungkook can't help the small twist in his gut, not exactly understating why he was so upset by that notion. He shouldn't be so upset, right? Mr Kim is right, the more professional they keep their relationship, the better. He carefully nods, "y-yes, sir," and then he walks back to his desk, head bowed, pensive. 

Maybe he did this with all his employees, warmed them up to get them to work better. Maybe that's why even Kimberely caught feelings for Taehyung, he must have been somewhat sweet and caring towards her too. 

Jungkook tries to gulp down the lump in his throat but he can't, it grows, infesting his airways, making his chest feel restricted, tighter. He isn't special, or even anything of importance to Mr Kim. Just another worker. Just another faceless worker amongst many. But that's okay, right? Because Jungkook came here to work, to be a worker, to be faceless, a simple name under a gigantic company. He came here to work, not to make any special relationships with his boss, not to lay in bed with his boss, not to laugh with his boss or cry in his bosses arms. He came here to work. 

But it's as he sits there, on his chair, hands shaking, heart beating dully and breath escaping rather rapidly that he realises. He came here to work, but work has been the last thing on his mind. Instead, his head has been filled with thoughts of his boss, his tanned skin and his luscious black hair and his brooding obsidian eyes and his strong arms and his laugh and his smile and...and just everything about him. It's as he sits there, staring at his boss who ignores his presences and carelessly types away at his laptop that he realises. Fuck. 

He's caught feelings for Mr Kim. 

 And the thought, as it settles into his mind, emerges into his consciousness, tugs at his heart... the thought makes him feel nothing but sick to his stomach. 

~

Jungkook likes how it's pouring outside today, likes how the weather, the gloom, the dreadful skies, resonates with his inner turmoil. He decides to continue his day after his 'small' epiphany without meeting his bosses eyes and the task is quite easy, quite simple really. Because Mr Kim doesn't care to meet his eyes either. Both men sit there in that suffocating office room, listening to the harsh pattering rain as they ignore each other's presence. The silence lasts for a while, a couple hours. Until, well...

"Jungkook,"

Jungkook hates it. Absolutely despises the way his heart jumps up, a wave of excitement washing over his body at the mere calling of his name. It makes him feel pathetic, like a stupid puppy who waits all day to get its owner's attention. His excitement soon fades at his own thoughts. 

He looks up carefully, "yes, sir?" he asks, voice soft, drained from the conflict within him. 

"Take these files to the sales department and get it signed." 

Jungkook nods quickly and stands up, rushing over to the older. "Yes, sir." 

He rushes out of the office, somewhat pleased to leave the room. He takes a small breath and starts trudging towards the sales department. 

-

"Um, excuse me," he asks, peeking over into one of the small office rooms. A familiar pair of eyes shift towards him, followed by a small gummy smile. Jungkook remembers the man. Yoongi. 

"Ahh, Jungkook right?" The blond asks, twisting around in his office chair to face the boy. 

Jungkook nods. "Yeah. H-Hi."

Yoongi chuckles, finding the younger's shyness endearing. "What's up?" he asks while gesturing for the younger to enter the office. 

Jungkook trots in and then lifts the files in his hand. "Mr Kim needed someone from the sales department to sign these documents. C-Could you please do it?"

Yoongi looks up at the boy. "No," he states bluntly. 

Jungkook's eyes widen as his cheeks flush pink, "o-oh," he squeaks, backing away. "Sorry, I-I'll-"

Yoongi shakes his head, laughing. "I'm just messing with ya, here, I'll sign it," he says, gently grabbing the files from the boy. He pauses for a moment, staring at the younger's big eyes and pink cheeks. "God kid, you look real young to be working here. Be honest with me, how old are you. 19? 14?" 

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, slightly offended, his lips unconsciously jutting out as he responds. "I'm 23." 

"And I'm a lesbian."

Jungkook's eyes widen. "Y-You are?"

Yoongi looks at the kid for a bit, mildly concerned. "I... no, Jungkook. I'm not... jeez, I'm not a lesbian-"

Jungkook nods, pausing for a bit. "Me neither," he says softly. 

Yoongi quirks his eyebrows up and then bursts out laughing. "Yep, you're definitely 14. Can't change my mind on that." 

"What no! I really am 23," Jungkook whines. He stops and clears his throat when he sees Yoongi's amused expression. "I am," he insists, fiddling with his fingers. 

Yoongi nods, barely convinced and opens up the file. "You have to be shitting me," he curses, seeing the pile of documents in the file. He sighs, letting out a heavy breath. "This will take a while, you might want to take a seat."

Jungkook looks around, " oh...there's no where to si..."

Yoongi grunts and pushes a bunch of pens off his desk. "Your thrown, m'lady," he states sarcastically.

Jungkook giggles a little at that and plops himself onto the edge of the desk. He swings his legs as he waits for the older to finish the task and Yoongi looks over at him. "13." He states. 

Jungkook tilts his head, slightly confused with what he means before realising that the older is talking about his age again. 

He huffs, "am not." 

~

Taehyung lifts his eyes from a file to look up at the digital clock hanging on the wall, frowning upon seeing the time. It's been 20 minutes since he sent Jungkook to get the file signed, what must be taking him so lon...

Taehyung's mind comes to an abrupt halt when a lingering thought appears in his head. Could it be... Taehyung shakes his head, dismissing his own thoughts and opting to continue his work. He grabs his pen to write on the paper but his shaking hand makes the task slightly difficult. 

"Fuck," he curses loudly as he suddenly gets up, gripping onto the edge of his desk. He gulps down the lump forming in his throat while cursing again. "Fuck."

With wide steps, he rushes towards the door, swinging it open and exiting hastily. He marches down the hallway while searching for a familiar mop of brunette hair. As he surges towards the sales department, a sick foreboding feeling twists at his gut. Fuck, what if...what if he's not... Taehyung shakes off his thoughts and just increases his pace, nearly toppling over a poor girl who walks past him. 

He looks around the floor, eyes frantic, trepidation crawling up his skin, clawing at his airway. Where is he where is he where is he. He repeats in his head, feeling restless. 

A woman walks past him but pauses to greet him. "Good evening, Mr K..."

"My secretary..." he interrupts, his eyes digging into her, frightening the poor girl. "Mr Jeon. Have you seen him?"

She stops for a moment to think, her silence only riling up the man's impatience, causing him to clench his fists as he waits in scalding anticipation. 

"Oh, he was here earlier. I think he went into Mr Min's office. Min Yoongi..."

She barely gets to finish her sentence as he pushes past her, causing her to gulp and anxiously stare at the man's back, wondering what's got him so fired up. 

Taehyung's calculating gaze flicks from door to door, eyes searching for a particular name. He stops when he spots a name tag, hung on a small door in the corner of the floor. He strides towards it, fists clenching tighter to stop his hands from shaking. Without a thought, he carelessly swings the door open, disregarding his frantic heart that beats abnormally as he does so. 

He stops at the sight, the slightest breath of relief escaping him upon seeing those big doe eyes staring at him before he lets that wave of fear concealed as anger consume him. 

~

 "My life span's shortening, I'm telling ya." Yoongi huffs as he flips to another page of the document. "I'll be leaving the office in a coffin by the time I'm done." 

Jungkook laughs at the older's remark, tilting over and clutching his stomach that starts to ache from how much the older has been cracking silly jokes for the past few minutes. Yoongi is a funny man. The younger, however, tilts over a little too much and nearly topples onto his face but the older quickly grabs hips, steading him before he can fall. 

"Hey, easy there," the blond says with a small smile. 

Jungkook widens his eyes, slightly embarrassed by his own clumsiness. "O-Oh, thank y-" But before he can say anything further, the door to the room suddenly bursts open, making him still as he turns to face the man standing in the doorway, looking absolutely furious. 

"S-Sir," Jungkook squeaks out, already petrified without even knowing the reason behind his bosses contorted expression of fury. 

"Come with me," the older all but growls before marching up to the boy and grabbing his wrist. He pulls the younger down and starts dragging him away, causing the boy to stumble as he splutters out, 

"S-Sir? W-What's wron..."

"...Shut up," Taehyung hisses, his grip on the boy tightening. 

Jungkook bites his lip at the pressure on his wrist and opts to bow his head as he follows his boss, feeling confused, terrified. 

Yoongi gulps and watches with wary eyes as the boy gets dragged away. 

~

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Taehyung shouts, pushing the boy into their office. 

Jungkook cowers his head. "U-Uh, wha..."

"I...I thought something fucking happened to you but no, you were just lazing around on some random man's desk."

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, utterly confused. Why would Taehyung just assume something happened to him in the span of 20 minutes? And he wasn't 'lazing around', he was simply waiting for the documents to be signed, the documents that TAEHYUNG asked him to get signed. "I-I was just..." he starts, voice small. 

Taehyung scoffs. "Just shut the fuck up. You were what? Flirting with him? Trying to get into his pants? I saw the way you were staring at him."

Jungkook freezes at the older's words, heart dropping to his stomach. "W-What?" His voice wavers, feeling shocked. Is that how Taehyung thought of him?  As some sort of man-whore who couldn't keep it in his pants? Jungkook gulps and bites down on his lip, hard, trying to get it to stop wobbling. Taehyung continues shouting.

"You think you can just go around and seduce anyone in the office-"

"... I didn't," Jungkook tries, voice frail. 

"Go around and flirt with anyone?"

"I-I wasn't..."

"Didn't think you were so desperate."

"I'm n-no..."

Taehyung steps closer to the boy, hand reaching out to grab his chin and lift his face up. He stares down at him, eyes ablaze with anguish, something dark within them, something red, a streak of something else too. Fear? Anxiety? Perhaps both. He pauses, eyebrow twitching as he watches the boy's startled expression. 

 "You're mine." He husks, voice low, gravelly. "You get that? You're mi-"

"S-STOP" Jungkook suddenly yells, pushing the man away, tears pooling in his eyes. "S-Stop. Just stop. Stop acting like that. I...I hate it. Please just- just stop," his voice breaks off at the end as small sobs wrack his body. He mentally curses at himself for crying, for looking so pathetic, so vulnerable. But he can't help it. Not when those angered eyes are glaring down at him.  

"W-Why are you doing this?" He asks, stepping further away from the man. "All this time you were being so nice to me, so gentle. Y-You kissed me a-and cared for me a-and t-taught me how t-to speak. B-But then today, y-you act all cold again. You ignore me. You tell me that that was all fake and we should be more professional. B-But now what? Y-You're screaming at me, accusing me of something I didn't even do a-and suddenly, you're calling me yours?" He harshly wipes at his tears, looking up at the man with big watery eyes, looking ever so small as he whispers. 

 "Sir, how am I yours? When...when was I ever yours?" 

Taehyung looks taken aback, heart stilling at the younger's words, at his teary gaze and ever-so-pouty lips. "I..."

"I don't know what I am to you, what I mean to you. B-But you treating me like this, acting like I'm something special one minute and then screaming at me and tossing me away like a piece of trash the next, it makes me feel stupid; Like some dumb employee that doesn't know their place."

Jungkook chuckles sadly, "It's true. I-I don't know my place...not when it comes to you. You treating me like this makes me feel so lost, so...so confused with myself, with everything." 

He closes his hands as they start to shake and exhales a deep breath, averting his gaze to his shoes. "I-I understand if you dislike me o-or hate me or t-think I'm some type of man-whore. But if so, you don't have to pretend to like me or treat me nicely. I'll...I'll work hard regardless, I-I can promise you that." 

He looks up at the man once again, big eyes glimmering, looking desperate. "But just- please sir... please stop confusing me."

Taehyung is silent for a moment, observing the younger's tear-stained face, feeling his gut twist at the sight. He clenches his jaw, stepping closer to the younger. 

"You think..." he hesitates. "...You think I hate you? Dislike you?" He whispers, voice slightly strained from yelling earlier. 

Jungkook looks away, refusing to repeat himself. Taehyung stares at the boy, his heart beating fast as he watches him wipe his tears away. He sighs, looking rather tired. "You," he says, gently grabbing onto the boy's chin and turning his head  to face him. "You're the last person I would ever hate."

Jungkook furrows his brows at this, taken aback, confused. 

Taehyung sighs, looking a bit frustrated as he rubs his hands across his face. "I know my actions must be confusing but... I just- I..." he trails off, looking conflicted. Jungkook gulps at this, noticing the battle behind those obsidian eyes. 

"I'm sorry," he finally settles on, pulling the younger into his arms. "I...I just, I'm sorry, bun. I- fuck- I didn't know I was making you feel like this. I didn't think of how my actions could effect you." Jungkook stills in the older's arms, his face pressed again his chest, listening to his frantic heart.

"I..I don't know what to tell you- look, I just, I'm just a bit stressed today but I shouldn't-I shouldn't taken it out on you. Shouldn't have lashed out on you. I...I have no right to treat you like that." He exhales, clenching his jaw as he tries to gather his own thoughts. 

Jungkook peeks up at him from his lashes, noticing the man's troubled expression. "Did...Did you mean what you said earlier? About treating me nicely only to welcome me?" He asks gently, his dainty voice a sweet melody in the tense atmosphere. 

Taehyung looks down at him, meeting those big beady eyes that reflect the golden rays of the setting sun. He gulps, feeling utterly conflicted, feeling his brain being pulled apart as the weight of the question lays bare in front of him. He feels uneasiness claw at his chest, a warning sign. But the longer he stares at the smaller boy who's looking up at him, looking desperate for an answer, the easier it is for him to make a choice. 

"No," he answers simply. The truth. 

Jungkook wants to inquire further, wants to ask the man what he then meant by saying all that, saying that they should keep things professional? What was the point of it all? But Jungkook doesn't ask any further questions. Something about Taehyung's tired eyes and stressed brows tells him there's more to what he said than what meets the eyes. He pushes away from the older's embrace, just slightly and stares down at his feet. 

"I..." he starts, hesitant. "I really wasn't flirting or-or trying anything with Mr Min," he whispers, feeling fidgety when the older trains his dark stare back onto him. 

Taehyung huffs, looking a little irritant. "Yeah. Didn't know you two were so close though."

Jungkook blushes for some reason, sensing the edge to the man's tone. He almost sounds...jealous. But Jungkook brushes that aside, thinking, that's ridiculous.

"We met a few day's earlier and he's...he's not as uptight as some of the workers here. So...I get along with him, I guess," he mumbles, sounding a bit hesitant. 

"Right," Taehyung says flatly. 

Jungkook stares at the man for a bit longer before stepping closer and burying his head into the crevice of his neck. Taehyung stills at the initiated contact, hand hovering over the younger's back, taken aback by the sudden affection. 

"I..I'm sorry for yelling earlier. You're-You're my boss, I shouldn't have raised my voice like that," he says, sounding ever so shy. Jungkook doesn't raise his voice much, doesn't like raising his voice. It reminds him of the times his dad would yell at him when he was younger, screaming down his ear for the tiniest wrongdoings. 

Taehyung slowly places his hand down onto the younger's back, his tense shoulder's dropping. "It's fine. I deserved it. Was being a bit of a dickhead." 

Jungkook giggles, the sound tumbling past his lips and lightly tickling the older's skin. Taehyung smiles down at the boy, finding his small giggle adorable. 

"M'sorry I made you upset, Bun. I...I don't like seeing you cry."

Jungkook shakes his head. "It's fine. I can be a bit of a crybaby sometimes. It's annoying."

Taehyung chuckles, stroking the boy's hair as he leads them to his chair. "Who told you that," he asks while sitting them down, Jungkook (obviously) on his lap. 

Jungkook frowns, looking away. "My brother."

Taehyung raises his eyebrows. "Seonjin? Bun...he's like 5."

Jungkook huffs, pouting as he looks down at his hands. "I know! That's what makes it worse."

Taehyung laughs, gripping onto the smaller's hips as he drops his head onto his shoulder. "God- you're so cute."

Jungkook's eyes widen at that. "O-Oh?" he asks, feeling his insides tingle pleasantly. "I-I am?"

Taehyung hums while moving his face to the boy's neck, leaving a small peck there. "So soft and small, and...and you have these big doe eyes and small pouty lips." He continues, kissing up his neck. 

Jungkook shivers as the man's lips brush against his earlobes, the heat of his breath so tempting that he leans into it. Taehyung takes the invite, biting down onto his lobe, eliciting a small whimper from the boy. Taehyung swiftly moves towards the younger's face and captures his lips, having wanted to kiss that pout away since earlier.

Taehyung's kisses are slightly rough, his lips demanding as he moves them assuredly against the younger's. Jungkook's come to love the roughness, the dominance that radiates from the simple action. 

Taehyung delves his tongue into the younger's mouth, his grip on his hips tightening as he loses himself to the sensations; Jungkook's warmth, his sweet smell, his tiny whimpers and concealed moans. He doesn't understand how the boy can make him lose his sanity so quick, with just a quick glance from his deceivingly innocent eyes or a gentle mewl from those sinful lips. 

He bites back a groan as the younger grabs onto his hair, tugging a little harshly at the locks when he nips at his bottom lip. He feels himself hardening under the boy, now becoming painfully aware of how the younger's ass is situated right on top of his crotch as he straddles him. Jungkook seems to notice this as well as he pauses his actions and looks up at him, eyes slightly widened. 

Taehyung exhales a shaky breath, "I-"

Before he can finish, he finds his sentence cutting off short, his breath hitching slightly as the younger slowly grinds his ass down onto his bulge. Taehyung can't help but tilt his head back at the pleasant friction, letting out a low curse, "fuck." He spreads his thighs a little wider as the younger continues to ground his ass down. 

Jungkook's face his red, hot, his eyes looking needy as he stares at the older's alluring expression. He lets out a tiny whimper as he speeds up his grinding, feeling a little desperate for more friction as his own cock starts to throb in his pants. 

Taehyung tilts his eyes up at the younger and smirks, noticing his flushed expression. "What is it, Bun?" He husks, his voice sending shivers down the boy. Jungkook refuses to speak, feeling too embarrassed to. Instead, he drops his hand onto the older's pants and softly tugs at his belt, hoping that he catches on. 

Taehyung's smirk only grows, his own hand coming down to his belt. "My belt?" He starts, voice teasing. "You like it?"

Jungkook almost whines in distress, feeling his ears heat up as he looks at the older pleadingly. "Sir..." he whines, voice wavering. 

Taehyung's smile slightly drops at that, his eyes darkening with that familiar glint of lust. "What is it, Bunny? What do you want?" 

Jungkook drops his head, too shy too look into the older's eyes. "I..I want..." he tries, unconsciously fisting the older's shirt. 

Taehyung tilts his head and brings his lips closer to the boy's ears again. "You want what, hmm?" He whispers as he slowly unbuttons the boy's shirt. Jungkook gasps as the man's fingers suddenly circles his nipples, causing goosebumps to spread across his chest at the sensation. He finds his cock grow even harder, almost painful as Taehyung squeezes his buds between his fingers. Taehyung's lips brush against his ear, pausing there as he whispers, "You want my cock, hmm Koo, is that what you want?"

Jungkook shivers at the husky voice, at the sensual words that slither past the man's sinful lips. He finds himself nodding in affirmation, almost shamelessly, gripping onto his shoulders while looking into his eyes. Taehyung chuckles at that and leans up, leaving a quick peck on the boy's lips. He then reaches down and starts to slowly tug the younger's pants off, lifting him up with one arm and swiftly tugging off both his trousers and underwear. 

Jungkook shudders as the cool night air wraps around his bare legs, erupting goosebumps across his pale skin. But the cold doesn't last long, it's soon replaced, his cold skin turning feverish as he's filled with burning hot desire. Taehyung is like a flame, teasing him with unbearable heat as he slowly pushes his hips up, letting his clothed cock rub against his bare ass. 

It's dizzying. His touch, his breath, his heat. It's all so pleasantly dizzying. 

Taehyung smirks after a moment, seeing his effect on the younger. He pulls away, actions teasing. He looks away from the squirming boy and slowly, carelessly, reaches his hand out to grab something from his drawer. Jungkook whines at the lack of friction, feeling so needy, so dizzy. Wanting to feel the older's touch so bad. He would feel almost pathetic if he wasn't so turned on. Shamelessly, so unlike his timid self, he lifts up his hips and grounds his ass down, flames erupting in his stomach when he feels the older's cock pulsate under him. 

Taehyung wavers, sighing a little raggedly. He straightens his posture then, now holding a packet of lube and a condom in his hands. Placing the condom aside for a moment, he brings his mouth forward towards the packet of lube in his hand and then he rips it open with his teeth while staring down at the younger, eyes dark, arrogant. The boy's stomach does a little flip when the older drizzles the lube onto his long fingers, the slick substance almost reflecting the man's smirk.

Taehyung reaches his hand down and lifts the boy up by his thighs before he hovers a slicked finger over his entrance, feeling the heat radiating from it. He look at the younger, eyes holding a question, asking for permission. Jungkook nods without hesitation, feeling only the slightest bit embarrassed by his eagerness. 

Taehyung doesn't wait any longer as he eases the tip of his finger into the younger, watching him closely as he squirms from the contact. Taehyung thrusts his finger in a little deeper, enjoying the way Jungkook's long lashes flutter shut as he curls the finger inside him. 

"S-Sir," Jungkook whines after a few minutes, now with three of Taehyung's long fingers penetrating deep within him. Taehyung smirks and leans back on his chair, simply observing the younger.

"Hmm?" He hums, his fingers lightly brushing against the boy's prostate. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut at this, hot pellets of pleasure shooting up his spine. "I-I..." he tries, fumbling with his words. 

At this, Taehyung pulls out his fingers, letting out a small breath when he sees the younger clench around nothing. He tightens his jaw and pulls the boy in closer, letting his lips brush against his soft cheek. "What's wrong, Bun?" 

Jungkook wants to groan in frustration. He meet's the man's stare, eyes pleading. "W-Want... want more." he tries, blushing again despite his already exposed state.

Taehyung smiles slyly, resembling a fox, sleek and mischievous under the watchful stars. He runs his hands down under the boy and then squeezes his tender ass, "Want more, huh? Want me to fuck you, baby? To bend you over this desk and fuck you till you cry?"

Jungkook gulps, his hips stuttering against the air and pre-cum gushing out of his cock at the older's crude words. He nods in answer, feeling too weak to respond verbally. 

Taehyung sighs and then starts unzipping his trousers, the clank of the metal zip teasing the younger's ears. Jungkook stares in awe as he pulls out his hardened shaft, equally fascinated and turned on by the sight of the angry red tip and pulsating veins. "Well you see, bun," Taehyung starts, snapping Jungkook out of his somewhat-daze. "I'm a bit tired today, had a lot on my mind. I don't think I have the energy to do all that." His voice is slightly teasing as he speaks, closely observing the younger's reaction. 

Jungkook's eyes turn worried for a second before he looks up, lips a bit pouty like always. "O-Oh..."

Taehyung opens the condom and then rolls it onto his member, slowly stroking himself as he stares at the boy, expression nonchalant. "How 'bout today you do the work, hm?" He asks, patting the younger's ass softly while trying to bite back his smile. 

Jungkook stares down at the man's cock for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in what seems to be concentration. He looks back up, looking a tiny bit confused before he nods. "Okay."

Taehyung lifts his brows at that, a little surprised by his response. "Okay?"

Jungkook nods again, looking determined and well, cute as fuck. 

Taehyung smiles and then gestures down. "Okay then, bun, go ahead."

Jungkook nods and hesitantly lifts himself up while placing his hands on the older's shoulder to steady himself. He aligns his ass with the man's shaft and then blinks down at him, waiting for some sort of signal. 

Taehyung's breath hitches in his throat when the younger looks down at him, the dim lighting creating soft silhouettes on his face that caress his milky skin. He nods, a bit absentmindedly, completely enthralled by the boy's simple yet breathtaking beauty.  

Jungkook bites his lip and carefully lowers himself down, his eyes widening at the slight pain that spikes his lower half. Taehyung watches carefully as the boy's entrance stretches out, the edges straining as it engulfs his protruded cock. The sight makes his mouth dry, throat parched. Jungkook hears Taehyung let out a small breath of pleasure, feeling his grip on his hips tighten. With wide eyes, Jungkook continues his movement, finding the slight pain mixed with the pleasure a little enticing. As he continues to rock his hips down, a sudden jolt of pleasure hits him, causing him to whimper and bury his head into Taehyung's neck. 

He tries to quicken his pace, tries to push down into that pleasant spot again, clenching around Taehyung as he does so. Taehyung drinks in the sight of the boy desperately bouncing on his cock, eyes shut and mouth slightly agape as he lets out small whines. Tempted by those pink lips, he leans in to kiss the younger's neck but his lips become languid as he feels the boy tighten around him even more, his thick thighs squeezing against him. 

"F-Fuck," he whispers, voice slightly croaky. Jungkook feels his thighs start to shake from the exertion, the continuous up and down motion makes his muscle ache but he can't stop if he wants to reach his high. 

He whines in both frustration and pleasure as he hits his prostate, wanting to speed up his movements to heighten the pleasure but feeling too tired to do so. He grips on harder to Taehyung's shoulder, perhaps leaving a few marks as he slams his hips down harder. He furrows his eyebrows at the searing burn in his thigh muscles, the attempt of hitting his prostate again feeling unrealistic. He wants to continue, to meet his end so bad, but his thighs feel too lethargic, his breathing too rapid, his body too sweaty, too tired. He plops down, defeated. His pleasured body desires for him to continue but he feels much too exhausted to do so.  He lifts his head up from Taehyung shoulders and glances at the man, looking as if he's almost about to cry. 

"Sir," he whines out, frustration evident in his voice. Taehyung bites back a smile, noticing this. 

He gently massages the boy's hips. "What's wrong, bun?"

"My...My legs hurt," he says, looking ever so small as he wears a tiny angry pout on his lips.

Taehyung chuckles at this and pulls the boy closer, pecking his lips. "Is that so? Hm...can't have that now, can we?"

Jungkook shakes his head  'no' while he looks away.  Taehyung just wants to squeeze the boy and bite his cheeks cause, god, how is he this adorable. 

"Okay then, how 'bout I take it from here, sound good?" He whispers, squeezing the boy's waist. Jungkook nods at that, eyes lighting up. Taehyung chuckles while spinning them around in the chair and then facing the desk. He nudges the boy off his lap and stands up himself before smirking and bending the younger over the timbre structure. 

"This is what you wanted, right?" Taehyung drawls out as he teases his cock against the boy's awaiting hole. Jungkook, blushing heavily at the new position, nods shyly while biting back a small mewl. 

Taehyung doesn't wait too long before he re-enters the boy, pushing his lower back down to make his ass arch up. He starts to thrust in slowly, enjoying Jungkook's slight whimpers as he brushes against his sensitive walls. 

Jungkook tries to find something to grip onto as the older rocks his hips in harder but it's to no avail, he ends up desperately clawing at the desk as Taehyung quickens his pace. Taehyung places both hands on the boy's hips and thrusts in harder, smiling to himself when the younger's lets out a small pleasured cry. 

"A-Ah, sir, h-harder..." the boy mutters, causing Taehyung to click his tongue in disapproval. 

"A little demanding today, aren't we baby?" Taehyung says as he plunges his cock deeper into the boy, the mere force of the thrust causes Jungkook's eyes to roll up in pleasure. Jungkook's knees almost give way when the older continues thrusting with that same intensity, each time, his cock brushing past his prostate, sending waves of pleasure up his body. 

Jungkook tilts his forehead onto the desk and starts pushing his hips back to meet the man's thrusts, feeling his breath shorten as the pleasure starts to build up within him. His cock starts to throb and he can feel the older's shaft get larger inside of him, indicating that he too is close. 

Taehyung reaches his hand in front and starts jerking the boy off, causing Jungkook to moan rather loudly,  the pleasure overwhelming. "Sir..."

Taehyung chuckles, the sound dark, unamused almost. "What did I tell you to call me last time, hmm, did you forget?"

Jungkook chokes on a moan as the older presses on his tip with his thumb. "Mhm- n-no sir- hy- ah-" Jungkook cries out before he can finish his sentence when Taehyung slams right into his prostate, rendering him absolutely dizzy. 

He could have come from the sheer force of the thrust but Taehyung's hand, suddenly gripping onto his cock, stops him from doing so. "O-Oh," Jungkook cries out, his legs shaking desperately with the need to release. "I...I-" 

"Shh, Bun. M'not gonna let you come any time soon. I'm gonna fuck you so hard till you won't ever forget what to call me. Got it?" 

Jungkook barely responds with a desperate whine, feeling his whole body quiver with pent up pleasure. Taehyung leans down and pins the boy's hands together onto the desk with one hand and then starts thrusting into him at an almost animalistic pace. Jungkook screams as his prostate continuously gets slammed into before he starts desperately crying out for the older to let him come. 

"H-Hyung, p-please, w-wa-wanna come- s-so ba-bad."  Taehyung tilts his head back, listening to the younger's needy whines that drives him nothing short of insane. He feels his own high approaching as he continues to slam into the boy and bites his lips to hold in his moans. The younger suddenly clenches around him and squeezes his thighs together and Taehyung can't help but let out a small grunt.

He leans down over the younger's back and starts kissing the boy's nape. He moves towards his face and kisses the younger's wet cheeks, the corner of his mouth and then finally his plump, swollen lips. Jungkook barely kiss back, too busy moaning and whining to do anything else with his mouth. 

Taehyung finally decides to take pity on the boy and thrusts in a few more time before letting go of his cock and stroking it fast. He reaches his other hand up to the boy's chest and simultaneously rubs his nipple. Jungkook lets out a broken scream as he finally comes undone, letting out a small sob of relief when his hard tense cock spurts out white hot sperm. At the sight of the younger letting out small choked sobs while quivering in pleasure, Taehyung only has to thrust in a couple more times before he also releases into his condom, groaning lowly as he does.

 He pulls out slowly and leans his head down onto the boy's back, resting it there for a moment while trying to catch his breath. Jungkook can barely move and as he tries to shift away from the desk, his knees buckle and he nearly topples to the floor if it isn't for Taehyung's sturdy hands that pull him up. 

Taehyung decides to just carry the poor boy and so he hoists him up and gets him to wrap his legs around his waist. "Let get you cleaned up a little, hm?" He asks, voice soft. 

Jungkook hiccups and nods, looking utterly spent. The older chuckles and walks over to the office bathroom (because why wouldn't he have a full-sized bathroom in his office- he's a billionare!). He places the boy onto the countertop and opens the tap, letting warm water gush out of it. He grabs a small towel from the cabinet under it and holds it under the stream of water, letting it soak up the soothing warm liquid. 

He gently wipes the younger's sticky thighs and then slowly moves to his sweaty stomach, all while adorning a soft smile on his face. Jungkook, tired as can be and clearly out of, plops his head onto the older' shoulder, whining slightly. "Cold..."

Taehyung's smile only grows, fondness erupting in his chest by the boy's simple gesture. It doesn't last, however. His smile. Because as his eyes move to his reflection in the bathroom mirror, smiling back at him under the dim lighting, he finds that quirk of his lips slipping off his face. His smile is almost like a sobering reminder, a kick of reality. He looks down at the fluff of brown hair leaning against his chest, the boy now seemingly knocked out, sound asleep, looking ever so peaceful. 

This, he thinks to himself, mindlessly shoving off his blazer and wrapping it around the boy's bare arms. This won't last. These moments of joy, pure joy and contentedness, of warmth and comfort; these emotions, these...these roots of love, it'll never last. Not when it's your life, Kim Taehyung. He stares back at the mirror, eyes cold, hard, a window to his tortured soul. He smiles. It's odd, fake. Doesn't suit him. But perhaps...perhaps it does. 

A broken smile to match his broken heart. 

~ 

He lays the boy on the sofa, making sure to push him to the back so he wouldn't fall. He then shoves a hand in his trouser and strolls over to his desk, sinking his tired limbs into his chair as soon as he reaches. With ease, his hands find their way over to his drawer, pulling out that familiar pack of cigarettes and lighting one up in a swift motion. He takes a long drag from the stick, letting the harsh fumes scorch his throat. 

He then digs his hand into the drawer again and pulls out a file, staring at it for a while, eyes resentful but also undoubtedly scared. He takes another drag from his cigarrete, trying to drown out the fear with the smoke. It's futile. His hands shake as he opens the file, pulling out that flimsy piece of paper. He stares at it, feeling a bit sick, his stomach twisting. As his eyes reluctantly look over those words once again, his mind flashes back to the morning, to when he first read it 

Taehyung trots into his office, a small smile on his face, thinking of the sun, the seaside and bunnies. Of Jungkook. He walks up to his desk, a little giddy despite the horrid rain outside. He hums to himself as he's places his bag down. 

He's about to take a seat when he notices it. That bright orange file placed right in the middle of his desk. 

He furrows his brows. That's odd. 

Nonetheless, he opens the file and starts reading, not knowing that those words would turn his bright cheery day on it's head. 

It seems you've been striving the past few months, Kim. You look happier too. 

You know at first, I thought it was because of the increased sales. But no, that's so unlike you, it couldn't be that. You don't care for things like that.

You're a bastard, Kim. Power and wealth have always been at your hands so measly things like increased sales don't make you this exuberant. 

I couldn't put my finger on it. All I could do was wonder what had made you so happy. 

It took me a while to figure out. 

Didn't think that boy, that secretary, could be the cause of this. But I was surprised. 

He was always with you, wherever you went. And then there you were, kissing him. It clicked then.

I realised, ahh of course. The only answer to your sudden happiness. A love interest.  

Quite endearing, really. To think you, the fucker you are, could be so swayed by some romance. How dreamy.

Jeon Jungkook is his name, it seems? Working for you for a few months now. Lived in New York since he was fourteen. Lives with his mother and younger brother. You know, he's quite adorable, I must admit.

Didn't take you for a queer though. But I should know by now that you, Kim Taehyung, are full of surprises. 

I wonder how much he means to you, Kim. I mean, if he makes you happy like that, he must be quite important. I wanna know how much you'll do for him. 

Will you risk your name? Your company? Or more importantly, would you risk all your father's hard work? 

If it were to save him, what would you risk, Kim? I'm just...ever so curious. 

- The kindest of regards

~

Taehyung drops the file onto his desk, his hands shaking. He runs a hand through his hair, feeling his heart beat fast against his chest. His tries to take another drag from his cigarette only to find the stick too short. He crushes it between his fingers, the dull glow burning his skin. 

He looks up, his head throbbing as he stares ahead, eyes training in on the small boy who's innocently curled up on the couch. He lets out a ragged breath, the sight causing his heart to ache.

"I can't let you go, bun, can't distance myself from you. It's impossible." He then looks away, averting his gaze from the younger's soft face, back onto the hard file. 

"But..." he whispers, the silent room drinking in his words. 

"But I will never get attached. I...I can't." 

He grits his teeth, trying to stop the silvery tears from slipping past his eyes. 

Taehyung's small body freezes and he stares up at the women, face pale as she lays on the floor, a bottle of pills resting next to her hand. 

"E-Eomma?" 

He shakes his head, clenching his fist. "I..."

"APPA!"  He screams, voice breaking as he holds the man's limp hand.  "Please d-don't go, don't leave me!"

A gentle hand is placed on him. He looks up. It's the paramedic, staring down at him. His eyes filled with that one emotion he hates. Pity. 

Despite his attempts to stop, the tears he was so desperately holding back rolls down his face, leaving a silent trail of grief in its wake. 

 "...can't." He whispers. Broken. 

-

A/N: I already had a mini rant on insta about this but this shit took FOREVER. ( Nearly 8k words aha). This chapter, honestly speaking was difficult to write in so many aspects. I really hope y'all didn't find it too confusing cause I certainly had no idea what the heck i was doing 😃

Oh also, (haven't done this in a while but)  QOTD: If you could have any Taekook book turned into a movie, what book would it be?

Mine would probably be either  'How to top' or 'Taste of ink'. 

Anyways, I love you guys!! Thanks for reading. See you (not) soon!!