~ I'm Wiser And I'm Older ~

* TAEHYUNG'S POV *

"Name?", the receptionist asked me as she looked at her computer screen through her horn rimmed spectacles.

"T-Taehyung. Taehyung Kim.", I stuttered slightly, adjusting the tie which Jimin had given me. Everything was misfitted. Even the dress shirt was a tad bit smaller. It stuck to my skin while my muscles protruded from beneath my shirt, everytime I lifted hand and gave the world a sneak peak of my stomach. 

"Fortieth floor. The boss will be meeting you shortly.", she said with a stiff nod as she looked me up and down with a stoic expression. 

"Thanks.", I said as I made way to the elevator.

As I reached the top most floor, I saw that it was even more exquisitely decorated with potted plants and extravagant seating arrangements. A large number of portraits of influential people of the company was hung on the walls with spotlights fixed above them. 

"Mr. Kim?", a lady dressed in office apparel with a clipboard in her hand, called out my name. 

"Yes?", I said, feeling anxious beyond measure. 

"Follow me.", she said as she pushed up her glasses and walked off in the direction of two double glass doors. 

Wiping my sweaty palms with my handkerchief, I followed her, stumbling a little as my legs felt like Jell-O. 

I haven't seen him in a while now. I wonder how he would react seeing me after 20 years. I wonder if asking him for help is a good idea, after all? 20 years can change a person drastically and transform one beyond recognition. 

"He's inside.", her voice sounded distant as she spoke, but near enough to bring me back to the present. 

"Um...thanks.", I said as I knocked thrice on the door and entered. 

The interior was pretty simple compared to the usual exterior of the entire building. But it somewhat had a personal touch to it as well. Something that made it seem detached from the rest. It was unique. 

"It's been long, Taehyung.", the man sitting on the chair spoke, his hands resting on the desk in front of him. 

"Yes. 20 years, precisely.", I said as I took a seat in front of him. 

He smiled and nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. After a whole minute of staring, he took his coffee jug and poured himself a cup and raised his brow at me. 

"I'm good.", I said as I ran my fingers through my hair. 

"So, what brings you here? Jimin did brief me about your problems, but I'd like to know more.", he said as he leaned back in his chair. 

I gulped as I scooted further towards the edge of the chair. He wanted to know everything. Everything Jimin hadn't told him. The raw version was what he wanted to know. Should I tell him? He was my hyung, after all. But, was it enough to trust him with my problems? 

"I won't...judge you, if that's what's stopping you from coming out clean to me.", he said with a hint of a smile and assurance in his voice. 

Fuck. He was doing it. 

He was using it on me. 

His charm...

"And I'm not lying to you, if that's what you think I'm doing right now.", he said with a chuckle, his eyes without any hint of amusement in them. 

"No, hyung. That's not it.", I said as I gulped once more. 

"Then, go on. What's stopping you?", he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I sighed. He had me cornered. I had no other option. If I wanted the job, I have to come out clean. I took a deep breath and putting on a heartbreaking smile, which must've looked more like a grimace, I said,"I fell in love, hyung." 

Or I thought I had fallen. Talk about being over dramatic. 

It was nothing but a farce. A lie. 

- TIME SKIP -

"Dammit! I can't find my cufflinks!", Jimin cussed as he searched frantically through his cupboard. 

"And I'm pretty sure you wouldn't find one in that garbage heap you call clothes.", I said in a bored voice as I scrolled through my playlist to find the perfect song to block out Jimin's screeches. 

"Fuck you, Kim Taehyung!", he said as he snatched the phone from me and tossed it onto the couch. 

I rolled my eyes and said,"Get yourself a maid, you slob." 

"I tried getting one! But they all end up in my bed.", he wailed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "After all, I'm so irresistible.", he added as an afterthought, coupled with a smirk. 

I rolled my eyes and kept on searching. 

"Also, what did Hoseok hyung say? Will he give you the job?", Jimin asked. 

"Yes. I start working from tomorrow as his Personal Assisstant.", I said as I managed to pull out his cufflinks. 

"Thanks, Tae! And congratulations on your new job! Let's go drinking tomorrow.", he said as he shut his cupboard and admired his form in his full length mirror. 

"Vain.", I muttered and rolled my eyes, albeit with a smile and left the room. 

I wonder where he was off too. Perhaps to one of those elite parties where you only flaunted your money, bartered your women and showed off your wives, if you had one that is. Jimin must love the female attention. Or else, he would prefer bars and dancing to these gatherings. 

Laying on my bed, I logged into Instagram and searched up Y/N's account. It was a pretty simple username - _Y/N_Park_ 

Way too many underscores, if I had to say. I scrolled down her posts. They were either of her and Jimin or her and her fiance. Her smile was fixed and her face had too much concealer on it. 

She looked...........dead, in short. 

Lifeless, to be exact. 

I tossed the phone onto the mattress and closed my eyes. 

I wonder if things would've been different if the Mr. and Mrs. Park were still alive. Maybe I would've been the person marrying her instead of Chris. 

Chris...he seemed the perfect man in every aspect. 

But something did not sit right with it. Under all that politeness....there has to be a crack in his flawless record. 

Suddenly, the door to my room opened with a huge bang and seconds later, a piece of clothing fell on top of my stomach. 

"What the fuck!?", I cursed as I sat up and looked at the expensive suit in my hands. 

"You're wearing that.", Jimin said coolly as he shut the door behind him and leaned against it. 

"And why would I do that?", I asked apprehensively. 

"Because you're going to the announcement of Y/N's engagement with me! Now, hurry up!", he said as he tried to push me towards the bathroom. 

"But, what will I do by going there!?", I asked. 

"Support Y/N! Now, fucking get dressed! We're leaving in five!", he said as he finally managed to push me into his desired location. 

I sighed and leaned against the bathroom counter. 

I chuckled mirthlessly. She was getting engaged. To the perfect guy. And I had to witness that. Wasn't it a bit too ruthless? It felt like someone plunging a knife in my gut and twisting it over and over again. 

"2 mins!", Jimin's muffled shout came from outside. 

I scowled at my reflection in the mirror and it scowled right back at me. 

Y/N was happy with that guy. Or at least seemed happy. There was nothing I could do about it. Other than sit and watch them take their vows and be proclaimed husband and wife. 

What has your life come to, Kim Taehyung? Watching the girl you love the most be snagged by another guy who looked far from perfect in your eyes? Maybe so. 

I let out a sigh and began to dress up. The very intention why I had come to the restroom in the first place. Moreover, if we were late due to me, Jimin won't let me hear the end of this. 

The suit was a size smaller, but I didn't complain. I took off my tie and undid the first two buttons of my dress shirt and let my blazer hang unbuttoned as well. 

Let them all look. 

That's what I want. 

I want you to look at me, Park Y/N...

As Kim Taehyung...

A/n : Hopefully this is the last time I'm changing the book title and the description. But updated after a long long time :D 

P.S : I love and hate this chapter