Taehyung's POV

I was moping around the office, pestering Namjoon who seemed to be wanting to do some paperwork.

"I mean, it's not that I'm--"

"Oh for fucks sake, Tae. Just go and talk to the damn guy. You're closer to him than any of us are."

"You're kidding right?" I said, scoffing. "I literally know nothing about him other than he's an egotistical and selfish motherfu--"

"So now you're mad at me?" I turned to face the voice which was attached to Jungkook.

"You called me a bitch and kicked me out."

"I told you to stop acting like a bitch, never said you were one. And I told you to leave if you weren't going to shape up."

"So basically you kicked me out."

"Oh for fucks sake, Tae, I did not--"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!" Namjoon suddenly yelled, losing his shit. "I've been trying to finish this damn budget for the past two hours, because the both of you have marriage issues. Now get the fuck out and solve them somewhere else."

"Marriage issues?"

"You act like you're fucking married all of the time. Now stop wasting my time, and get the fuck out." He grumbled.

"Well excuse the fuck you, too." I said, standing from the chair I was sitting in and stalked out of the office.

Jungkook followed me and we somehow ended up back into his office. I sat in a chair and sighed. "Okay, fine, I'll admit I was being a bit of a bitch today, but so were you."

"Only when you pushed me to that point." I shot him a glare and he held his hands up in surrender. "Fine. But could you stop least tell me what's bothering you?"

"And you care why?"

"Because you're my friend." I was surprised to say the least.

"I'm what?

"You're my friend, Tae. So naturally, as my friend, I'm concerned about you. I heard that the meds stopped working and I also heard that Jackson dropped you as his partner."

"I mean, I didn't care much about him dropping me, because I knew it was just a good fuck or two, but seriously, waking up next to a guy twice your age is not the best way to wake up in the morning."

"Why didn't you come to me?"

"You've got to be kidding me. You literally told me to my face that I shouldn't expect anything out of fucking you."

"You shouldn't. Why can't we just have a good fuck and go type of relationship? You didn't seem to have a problem having it with Jackson."

"You're different. I've known you for too long. You've helped me in ways that I could never thank you enough for. I wouldn't be able to contain my feelings to just a good fuck and go relationship. I'm not saying that I have romantic feelings for you now, because I don't, but if I were to engage in a relationship like that with you, I have no doubt in my mind that I'd develop feelings for you."

"That's fine. I just won't feel anything towards you. I told you to expect nothing from me, I never told you that you couldn't feel anything for me."

"Wow, that makes me feel so much better."

"I'm being honest here. And to be honest, I must inform you that you sleeping around with random guys is a huge concern for me not only as your friend, but also for me as your boss. I can't have you sleeping with an enemy."

"Then what the fuck am I supposed to do? Jackson doesn't wanna fuck with me anymore, I don't wanna fuck with you, for said reasons, and everybody else that could be a candidate is fucking someone else."

"Why can't you just fuck with me?"

"Why is the word fuck going around so much? And why the hell is this the conversation I'm walking in on?" We both whipped around to see Hoseok standing at the door.

"It's nothing." I muttered.

"And why are you here?" Jungkook added.

"Because you called me here about an hour ago." He said, crossing his arms. "You needed me and Taehyung for a job or something?"

"Oh shit, I forgot." Jungkook cursed under his breath. He turned to me. "I didn't even give you the file. You'll just have to read it while you're at the stylist."

"The stylist?"

"You need a makeover, and it's for the job tonight. You'll understand when you read the  file. Now go, you're appointment is in..." He looked down at his watch. "Ten minutes."

Hoseok grabbed me and dragged me out of the office and out of the building. We got into a car and I found myself at a stylist soon after.

I looked down at the file as she began to work with my hair first. We were going to another gang leader's party. It was a party for all gang leaders, meant to impress and show off.

Apparently I would be going as Jungkook's pet, in which I needed to get some information out of some of the leaders about a certain plan to attack Jeon.

I read through the rest of the file and closed it, closing my eyes and letting the stylist do her work.

Two hours later and I was all dolled up. I even had blue colored contacts in. I studied myself in the mirror. My hair was now a silver grey, I wore a deep red silk button up and some black dress pants.

Hoseok walked up to me, whisteling. "Damn I would hit that is if I wasn't taken."

"Shut up, hyung." I muttered, but couldn't contain my smile. He grinned back at me and pulled me back to the car.

"Oh, and you'll need this as well." He handed me a choker. I looked it over. It was a thin black band that read 'Jeon' on it. I rolled my eyes as I secured it around my neck.

We pulled in in front of the party I was attending and I exited the car. I spotted Jungkook waiting for me and strolled up to him. He slowly raked his eyes up and down at me, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Hey, kitten. Ready?"

"Shut the fuck up, Jeon." I muttered as I took his arm and we headed inside.