Seokjin

I slowly open my eyes and sit up on my bed, my head beating a thousand drums per second. I must have drank an insane amount yesterday.

If alcohol was a sure shot respite to my problems, I swear I would have been a full fledged alcoholic by the end of the day. Not to mention, the high end supply of drugs I consume on a weekly basis. I would have yesterday. If it weren't for Joohyun visiting me, I would have inhaled the new stash in my drawers to the point of overdose.

I hate to admit that but I felt relieved when she came to me yesterday.

I scoff.

It's funny when most of the times, I wished for a little break  from all this shit.

From everything.

My father, this company, my addictions, this endless shit scarfing down my life.

A short sweet moment where I wasn't Kim Seokjin but Jin. Just plain, sweet old Jin.

My mind, for a moment, clears suddenly and I shake my head a little. I groan when the action triggers my headache and I massage my temples with my fingers. 

I let out a loud laugh, totally amused by the charade my mind was fucking playing with me.

Sweet old Jin? Seriously?

If anything, this was my element. I was handed this life on a platter. A fucking shiny, gold platter. I didn't hate it. Overwhelmed? Yes. But hate it? Never.

This was me.

Kim Seokjin.

I slip away from my bed covers and head to the bathroom, stretching myself languidly with my bones cracking in their wake.

A relaxing shower was more than welcome. I could feel my head calming down a little under the soft torrent of water.

I get out and dress myself in a comfortable gym wear and make my way to the kitchen.

A few steps out of my room and I hear unceasing, back and forth banter coming from the kitchen where it didn't take a magician to know who those two were.

"...and she was so sexy, I swear I had a seizure when I saw her legs! They were never ending, God. Beautiful is an understatement. I wanted to ask her name but she beat me to it by asking me about the model in my photos."

"She was whipped for Jin."

Hoseok.

"Exactly. I mean, I get that he is hot but I'm not that bad either, right?"

"You're cute, Taehyung. Not hot."

"I find that insulting for some reason."

"I smell pancakes." I interfere, absently making my presence known. 

"Good morning!" They greet in unison.

Never. I repeat, never meet them together when you are having a terrible hangover.

"Behave. My head's not in the right place."

"Sorry." Taehyung murmurs and gives me a long sideway hug.
He places a plate of stack full of pancakes in front of me and I gobble them without telling either of them to join.

Man, was I hungry.

They continue their chatter in low voices, barring me from their conversation. It must definitely be about Miss Long Legs.

A glass of orange juice later, I'm refreshed to some extent.

"That was good." It was really good.

"I made them. I knew you'd be hungry after yesterday." Taehyung interjects with his smile.

I smile back at him and turn towards Hoseok, all serious now.

"And what brings you here so early?"

"I wanted to meet Taehyung." He turns towards him now. "It's been months I last saw you in flesh, baby brother." Hoseok gives him a full blown smile.

Taehyung mirrors his smile but stops himself when he feels my stare on them. Totally uncomfortable now, Hoseok clears his throat and interjects, "I know. I know. He's your baby brother."

I don't answer and pour myself another glass of juice.

He continues. "The shareholders got in touch with me this morning. They are requesting a meeting this afternoon."

I stop the glass midway and clench my jaw.

Fuckers.

"Couldn't wait a day, huh?" It was Taehyung.

"Taehyung." I reprimand him. The last thing I want is to associate him with matters related to the company.

He says nothing and continues his breakfast.

"Let's continue this in the office." I tell Hoseok, he nods and I excuse myself from the table.

I freshened up, dressed in a crisp black suit, all decked and done with a last spray of perfume completing my look.

"And you tell me not to be generous with my cologne."

I look back over my shoulder and see Taehyung leaning by the doorframe, a mischievous smile on his face.

"There's a huge ass difference between your.. 'deodorant' and my Eau de Coton." I say, giving him a light pat on his cheek and make my way out of the room, but not before hearing him howl, "8:30! Dinner with me! Hilltop!"

"Deal, shorty."

"Hey!"

I chuckled.

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I hate old people. They are the scum of today's world. My reasoning perfectly stands and I'm not the least bit ashamed to acknowledge it either.

My father was one such scum. He was a man, fragile for this world. He never understood the importance of serious calculation and direction. He never, and I say, never wanted to see the bigger picture. Shallow, fickle and insipid. I could never picture him as a role model. Not because he never gave me the reason to but because it was easy not looking upto anyone but your own self.

If I would kill each and every person in this room, I would gladly do so. In the blink of an eye.

But conscience, the most annoying thing ever, always a speedbreak to my impulse, my desires took the front seat in my behaviours.

It's really frustrating.

So when I say, I'm at my wit's end, sitting here in this conference room, surrounded by these useless, old burly men, I am fucking right at my wit's end.

I didn't know I let out a low growl, until one of the men seated at my right, who was blabbering about the recent turnover in the company, shut his mouth immediately.

I raised my head and locked my eyes at him.

"You, bitching about the inevitable right here in front of me, won't change a fuck about the current scenario we're facing right now, Sensou."

Everyone shut their mouths now.

Until, an another idiot perked up.

"We know it's been a rough month, Seokjin. The company shares have dropped drastically for the past few days and the recent... 'incidents' surrounding it haven't helped much in inflating it. Not to mention, the bad publicity."

I looked at the other old fart, sitting just beside Sensou.

"So?" My voice was steel.

"What do you mean 'so'?" His voice faltered a bit.

I smirked at him. Clearly enjoying this now.

"That's what I've been saying," I said. "What would you possibly accomplish by gossiping about the already done and dusted shit which is of no use discussing now, Tom?"

He was silent now.

"I know I could have done more useful things than sit here and see you slobber yourself in front of me this morning, you know?"

I could see their aggravation. They were pissed.

"How dare you?!" One other old pipsqueak. Jesus.

"Oh shut up." I waved my hand in front of me, dismissing him and whatever he was about to spew.

"The stocks are fine. Nothing too damaging. Not to such an extent that we are neck deep. It was just a bad fail. And regarding the public image, I think you know it's very well taken care of. I looked after the whole thing, for crying out loud."

They were looking at me with unmasked apprehension now. Screw them. They weren't going to face the brunt if anything fails. I was. They were just there on my father's whim. With him gone, their pedestal has shaken. No wonder they were peeing their pants.

If only I could laugh in their faces. Their reactions would be fucking priceless.

They weren't saying anything. Yet.

I continued, "If you were worried about that, I assure you it's all under control and under my own direct supervision. Amd gentlemen, please don't expect me to be just like my deceased father."

Their expressions told it all. They were fucking scared of their futures. Pathetic scums.

"I am not an ounce of a softie he was."

And my father was anything but a softie.

When was the last time I smoked?

Man. I want a cigarette.

"I presume this.. meeting is over." I looked at each one of them in their face. "Have a nice day, gentlemen."

I adjusted my coat lapels, gave off a sardonic smile and walked out of the conference room. Alert and definitely agile.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Calls, meetings, more calls and damn those fucking paperworks. My signature was the most used word written in this building.

I scoffed. That was something Taehyung would say.

Taehyung..

I suddenly remembered. Fuck!

I looked at the clock. It was 8:05. I will be late if I don't leave right now.

Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I hurriedly freshened myself up in my office and gave a set of definite instructions to my secretary, informing him about the next day's schedule.

It was well past 8:20 now. He'll be pissed. For sure.

I dashed out to the parking lot, fetched for my car and drove off, not before lighting a cigarette and inhaling the pure tobacco in my lungs.

Whoo...

I reached the Hilltop restaurant and brisk walked inside, my eyes searching for just one person in the whole room.

Finally. I spotted him sitting alone, on a table not too far from from the corner. He was dressed in formals, wanting to match my style he saw me in the morning. I smiled. He was immersed in the menu. Clearly tired of waiting for me.

I checked my watch. 8:59 pm. Fuck.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance and headed straight towards him and sat down in the chair in front of him.

"Taehyung." I was breathless?

"Hyung!" He looked handsome. Clean and lively.

"Sorry about that. Work was a bitch today."

He gave me that big smile of his. "I figured. C'mon, let's order." He said and dived his head in the menu once again. 

I cocked my eyebrow at him. Seriously? He isn't pissed?

"You aren't pissed?" I asked him the same.

He peeked at me a little and slowly shook his head.

"Not today," he said quietly. "Like I said, I figured. So let's stop talking and order some food. I'm starving!" He groaned the last part.

I smiled at him. Everything about him makes me happy. Even for just a moment.

"As you wish, ...shorty." I emphasised the name, knowing fully well how much it aggravates him.

"Hey!" He whisper yelled.

I chuckled at him and reached for the menu, the waiter placed in front of me a few moments ago.

But as soon as I proceeded to train my eyes on it, I caught sight of something, or specifically someone, right in front of me. One table away.

I inhaled, my heart thundering in my chest. Not, for once, believing the absurdity of all this.

Joohyun.

Fucking ravishing.

My eyes were stuck on her. Her beauty once again bewitching me. She was dressed in a dress? Cream colored with black detailing here and there. She was talking to a female. Must be her friend. .

Fuck...

I think I stopped breathing there for a minute. I gulped hungrily, my mouth watering at the gorgeous sight of her. A sweet wet dream. That's what she's been to me. Every fucking night.

My eyes never left her for a moment. I was drinking her in. Her eyes, her lips, her slightly visible collarbone, the pink tint on her cheeks. She looked... happy.

And someone innocent.

Someone who didn't propose a sexy game of tag with me for the next three times we meet.

Vixen.

She must have felt something. Her smile dropped for a second and she briefly looked around her, wanting to find the source of her discomfort.

And boom.

Her eyes found mine and stopped on me.

Fuck. I love her eyes on me.

I don't know how long we gazed at each other. Our surroundings, a mere blur in our brief interaction. I was dying to touch her and on cue, the stubborn wound on my hand started tingling like a bitch.

I came in my senses first. The corner of my lips moved upwards, not for once leaving her eyes.

She mirrored my expression, fully aware of the problem at hand.

Three meetings.

Three fucking meetings and the gravity of the situation dawned on me.

I almost cursed at her. She fully well knew the repercussions of this stupid game. Well, it ain't looking like a stupid game now.

Well done, Joohyun. That was really impressive.

As if sensing my thoughts, my admiration for her, she went on to give me a slow, seductive smile.

I felt my dick harden, finding my pants impossibly tight all of a sudden.

Fuck. Fuck.

I thought I could survive this effortlessly. I ought to. Shit. I fucking underestimated her and the fact that she knows it, just added salt to my fucking wounds.

I watched her, completely doused in her presence. I then saw her lifting her champagne flute and slowly lifting it to her lips, letting it rest there for a while. But then, instead of doing the expected, she lightly – just lightly, kissed the rim of the flute, all the while having her eyes on me.

That's it.

Bitch.

I actually swore at her.

I slowly peeled my eyes off her and looked at my lap. My dick was a joke. A fucking mind of its own. I let out a few shallow breaths and tried containing myself.

Cocking my head, I let my eyes up and looked at her, my body tingling with amusement.

She had that shit eating grin on her face.

Fair game, Joohyun. I'll give you that. 

Now it's definitely time. And this time, I'm fucking serious.

I held her stare and smirked at her.

Strike one, baby.