Ship: taekook

Top: Jungkook
Bottom: Taehyung

Jungkook: young businessman, works a lot. Has been in an on-and-off relationship with Taehyung for 5 years.

Taehyung: has been working in Jungkook's company for 3 years. Their relationship has been on the edge lately and both of them have cheated on each other. It isn't unusual that they cheat, and they fight a lot. 

Rated: MATURE (little smut)

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Taehyung hisses as he feels a pull and soon after a push. His nails are dragging down the back of his husband, or at least what the papers say is his husband, and making his skin gets filled with long, red scratches.

At the same time as he's feeling pleasure shooting through him, he enjoys causing this type of pain for the other. That's the kind of relationship the two of them have.

Taehyung doesn't know exactly when Jungkook started not giving a shit about him. Deep down, he probably never did. It was an arranged marriage after all, but Taehyung kept dreaming about the fact that maybe... just maybe one day, Jungkook would start feeling at least something other than hatred for him.

Does Taehyung love Jungkook? He isn't completely sure to be honest. He likes the idea of love so maybe it's because he knows he's never going to get any different kind of love other than what he has right now that he's longing for it? Jungkook has cheated on him... many times. Taehyung has cheated on Jungkook too... many times.

Jungkook likes to call it an 'open relationship', but he decided that bit for himself. The reason Taehyung decided to try it out was simply because he was lonely. He can't even count on one hand how many times he has been left at home, in the cold king-sized bed, all alone. It's almost as if the elder is getting used to it at this point.

And for some reason... for some weird reason, he can't help but bite his lip and stare directly into Jungkook's soft, brown eyes that seem to hold so much kindness... but for some reason, Taehyung is never allowed to see it.

The brunette moans as Jungkook pushes into him extra hard, their skin slapping together and filling the room with erotic sounds. Their breaths are uneven and not mixing well, but it doesn't matter. This is for the sake of pleasure only.

Normally, they can barely stand being in the same room. Or rather, Jungkook can't stand being in a room with Taehyung for very long. But today, he came home from a pre-party with all his colleagues and 'sheep' as Taehyung likes to call them. It still makes the elder wonder why he didn't get an invitation, considering he's literally one of the coordinators below Jungkook.

And as any other over-worked CEO, Jungkook found his only escape to be alcohol.

Something happens to Jungkook when he drinks, and it makes him less concerned about anything in the world. Even if it's some of his very own principles - such as hating Taehyung - they seem to be overwritten whenever he gets drunk.

Taehyung doesn't hate it. Actually, these times are the only times Jungkook ever really pays attention to him.

"So tight-" Jungkook mumbles. His eyes are now closed, so Taehyung uses this time to stare at the younger's handsome face.

Jungkook came to him a few minutes ago, kissed him, and cared for him softly. So softly, that not even Taehyung could tell him off. Taehyung isn't scared of Jungkook. He has pushed him away many times where the younger was getting violently angry for no reason, most likely because of alcohol as well.

Jungkook shouldn't drink. Each time you wait to see which side of him comes out. Today... it was the good side.

"Fuck-" Taehyung gasps as Jungkook leans back and grabs under both of his legs. He pushes them forward, so they get pressed against the elder's chest and Taehyung is surprised for a second there, now knowing how flexible he actually is.

Jungkook keeps thrusting deep inside of him, making the bed creak and the headboard hit the wall once in a while. Jungkook is muscular, strong, and has a quite big dick. Any pick-me girl's dream. Taehyung guesses he's a pick-me boy then...

Even though his relationship with Jungkook is very complicated, he can't run from the fact that the younger is amazing at sex. Since it's the only type of skin-ship the two of them really have, Taehyung has learned to appreciate it whenever it happens. Even if Jungkook is an asshole deep down.

"H-harder-" Taehyung begs as he lets his hands reach back and press against the headboard, considering his legs make it hard for him to hold around Jungkook. Not that the younger would really like that much anyway, so this is better.

Jungkook's muscles flex with every slam he makes against Taehyung and his hair is starting to slowly fasten onto his forehead since he's sweating so much.

His hair has been growing longer these days... it looks good on him.

Jungkook seems to get a permanent grimace on his face, meaning that he's reaching his high. Taehyung too is close to the edge, making his eyes roll back and his hands hold onto the headboard so tightly his knuckles are turning white.

They both cum hard. Very hard, and their heartbeats are suddenly way clearer than before, but so is the silence.

Jungkook gives a few more thrusts, but they are slower and softer due to his sudden loss of energy.

When he's sure it's completely done, he pulls out and flops himself down on the bed next to his husband. Both of them just lie there in silence, catching their breath. Taehyung looks at Jungkook from the corner of his eyes, seeing that he's keeping his own eyes closed and his chest is moving up and down at a steady pace.

For a second there, Taehyung considers turning over and placing his head against this chest that looks so warm and comfortable, even though it's filled with muscle. Many times, Taehyung has dreamed about moving over and cuddling with Jungkook, but he knows very well what will happen if he were to do that.

It's not like he gets a long time to consider this anyway, when the raven beside him grunts and turns over so his back is now facing Taehyung.

The cold shoulder. Not something Taehyung is unfamiliar with... and living with it for years has made him stone-cold towards the feeling that creeps up inside his chest. This longing and desperation for Jungkook's attention.

He hates it.

Taehyung turns over to the other side and pulls his duvet up to his chin. His body is sweaty and sticky and the wall he ends up staring at seems as dead and boring as it always has.

A perfect portrait of the life Taehyung has ended up living.

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Taehyung slowly blinks his eyes open, feeling how a few soft sun rays are escaping through the curtains and lighting up his face. Most people would probably be annoyed by this, but Taehyung finds it rather calming.

The small warmth it gives him makes it less sad that the spot next to him is cold and empty.

The sheets are lying messily where Jungkook was probably lying just a few hours ago. It's already past 7, so it's no surprise Jungkook left already. He will use any chance he gets to get away from Taehyung before he wakes up.

Aren't they just happily married?

The male sighs and sits up. He looks at his phone and sees he woke up 10 minutes before his alarm, and if that's a bummer or not, he isn't exactly sure about that. He is in no mood to go to work today... as mentioned, he works under Jungkook, but on one of the other floors.

He actually wanted to be a homeroom teacher, but as if the CEO of one of the biggest companies in Korea could have a husband who was simply a teacher. Can't have that, now can we? And the best part is that Taehyung had no say about this matter.

He just had to fit into all of Jungkook's boxes and then everything would be fine.

The first time they met, Jungkook had looked Taehyung up and down and smiled. For a second there, Taehyung thought that maybe... maybe there actually was a chance he could be happily married this way?

Turned out he was very wrong when Jungkook only gave his body attention and started forcing him to fit into his perfect way of living that was sterile, "unproblematic" and where they could still be independent without each other.

Taehyung's fairytale-like dream of marriage disappeared the second his parents forced him to move in with Jungkook and give up everything.

And you are probably asking, why aren't you just leaving Taehyung? You are a grown-up and have a job, it shouldn't be a problem.

Well, he's certain Jungkook and his parents would make it literally impossible for Taehyung to have a life outside the Jeon family. After all, a divorce won't look good in their papers so Taehyung wouldn't be surprised if they were to threaten him to stay.

Therefore, Taehyung started just not... giving a shit. Or, at least he tries to. But it's hard when you get treated like a sex doll/housemaid 90% of the time. No wonder they fight all the time.

Taehyung sighs and stands up where he accidentally drops his phone on the floor. He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. It's fine.

He lifts it back up and is pleased to see nothing happened to it. Soon after, he continues into the bathroom to get himself ready for the day, but of course not without accidentally hitting his head against one of his cabinet doors and getting angry at it for no reason.

Soon enough, he's fully dressed and, on his way to yet another day at work.

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"Um Jimin, why exactly hasn't this proposal been sent through? We were supposed to have an answer today," Taehyung asks as he holds up some papers in front of his colleague. He's currently in front of the small blonde's desk. Jimin frowns and grabs the papers, looking over the many words written there.

"Oh right," Jimin says and gives the paper back, "Jungkook cancelled it. He destroyed the contract with that company and also the xxx clothes firm."

Taehyung's eyebrows rise and he soon gets an annoyed expression on his face, "Why would he do that with one of the main 5? This proposal was supposed to save us a lot of money!"

"I don't know, I thought he told you," Jimin says. It would make sense, Jungkook and Taehyung live together after all and everyone knows.

"When has that man ever talked anything over with me?" Taehyung huffs before he turns around angrily and heads towards the elevator. He didn't mean to get so worked up, but he's just so sick of Jungkook doing whatever the fuck he wants in this company just because he inherited it like some saint.

Taehyung is good at what he does, even if he doesn't like it. But that doesn't make him any less smart or diligent, which were the privileges that made him win over the top post of this floor. He knows Jungkook wasn't pleased with it because it gives Taehyung a lot of control. But at the same time, it's good for their 'image' or whatever.

As the brunette enters the elevator, he's quick to tap the top floor and cross his arms over his chest. It's not his day today. The phone, the cabinet, and now this... plus his sore as fuck in the ass and is about to blow up on the one who made it that way.

He tries to take a few breaths to calm down, but that's hard when the proposal he has worked so hard on never even got sent! So much work was wasted because that selfish asshole probably got angry at the other CEO again or something else childish.

It was the perfect project plan that would save them so much money in the long run!

On the way up, two others step in but both of them quickly notice what mood Taehyung is in and doesn't dare speak to him. It's not the first time the brunette has traveled his way up to scold his husband, so people know when to step back and mind their own business.

Finally, the ding to his desired floor is heard and he storms out. Jungkook's assistant, Jennie, is sitting by the end of the hall by her desk. She looks up when she hears the rushing steps and already now rolls her eyes as she spots Taehyung at the corner.

She lifts the phone and calls her boss, "Taehyung is here."

"Tell him I'm busy."

As if that's going to work.

Jennie puts the phone down and folds her hands before leaning her chin onto them. Only Jungkook and her can open the door to Jungkook's office due to security measures, but that's often not enough to stop the brunette.

"Good to see you again Taehyung," she says when the male finally reaches her. Taehyung smacks his hands down on the desk and stares at the assistant who didn't even flinch.

"Drop the act, Jennie, just let me in there," he says while trying to keep his voice from spilling with anger.

"Mr. Jeon is currently busy, so I'm afraid that's not possible," she smiles.

"Oh really? With what? Getting his dick sucked from slut number 39? Just let me in there while I'm still asking nicely, Jennie," Taehyung says as he leans his head slightly to the side, clearly mocking Jennie.

"I'm just doing my job, Taehyung," Jennie smiles and leans back, showing her hands as if she had a gun pointed at her. Their conversations usually go like this... it's not like they hate each other, but Taehyung is annoyed that Jennie absolutely must take Jungkook's side every time.

The male rolls his eyes and lifts himself back up. He walks a step and grabs a hold of Jennie's old-schooled wired phone. He puts it to his ear and hears his so-called 'husband' ask "what now?"

"'What', you ask?" Taehyung begins and he hears Jungkook sigh, "let me the fuck in so I can explain it to you, you thick-headed prick!"

"I'm busy," Jungkook replies indifferently, making Taehyung's blood literally boil.

"You're busy? Hmmm, I wonder how busy you would be if I told the entire company how you went home yesterday and roughly fucked the husband you 'hate' because you can't control your liquor, I bet your bitches would reconsider sucking that lousy dick of yours."

Well, that's also a way to put it. Jennie just laughs slightly when she hears a small click and the light above Jungkook's door turns green, meaning the male himself opened it up. It usually doesn't take long for Taehyung to get the man to open up.

"Thank you," Taehyung says, but it sounds more like a threat than an act of gratitude. The male smacks the phone back and walks into the office. On the way out, one of the secretaries from floor 5 passes Taehyung with a red face and her shirt slightly unbuttoned.

Taehyung knows he's not much better himself, but ugh it makes him so angry.

He shakes his head and just continues inside the huge office. There are windows bigger than his freedom and luxury furniture is scattered all around the place. Funny how Jungkook never considered spending just a little money on his underlings.

Hah, he's too selfish for that obviously.

Jungkook is sitting with his cheek resting against his hand while looking at the fuming Taehyung with a bored expression. Again, it's not the first time he has seen this.

"What the fuck is going on in your head?" Taehyung asks sternly as he smacks the proposal paper down onto Jungkook's desk, "don't give some shitty excuse. We are going to lose so much money from this."

Jungkook looks shortly at the proposal and sighs. He leans back in his chair and folds his hands over his stomach, "the CEO pissed me off last night."

Taehyung is going to fucking kill him at this point.

"Pissed you off? Pissed you off!?" Taehyung begins, "you piss me off, but it seems we can't all get what we want. I know you have a hard time coping inside your stupid brain that a company doesn't just revolve around one person – but I have made the best deal with their international transportation department that the CEO probably has forgotten exists anyway!"

Jungkook sighs again.

"They were literally in for everything which would mean they could run all our international internships and deliveries for free in less than 10 years! And you turned that offer down because the CEO pissed you off!!?"

Taehyung is basically yelling by now. He can't even describe the urge he has to jump over the desk and push Jungkook's chair backwards until he crashes through one of the windows. How can one be so selfish and stubborn that he lets such a deal go in vain because of some small, personal problems?

Jungkook looks down slightly, "he said some bullshit things."

"And what was that, exactly?" Taehyung asks and smiles, but one of those uncomfortable smiles where you just know he's left on 00000.1% sanity.

"That's classified," Jungkook says.

"Classified!? Are you fucking-" Taehyung grabs his hair and lets out a grunt, "just fucking fix this or I will tell the entire fifth floor Stephanie sucked your dick, and you will have to fire her."

Taehyung grabs the proposal, "since those sluts mean more to you than I ever will, I'm sure that's enough of a thread to get your ass working."

With that, he storms out of the office, leaving Jungkook alone in the deafening silence. The male sighs for the nth time this day and pinches his nose bridge. Taehyung gets mad at him rather often, but it has been a while since the elder got this pissed off.

Probably because Jungkook has ignored him in any possible aspect there is, so if Taehyung was mad, the chances of Jungkook noticing were low to begin with. It was a good deal and even it was an amazing proposal that Taehyung got through, but Jungkook hates that he has to work with that other CEO Mr. San.

Flashback to the pre-party

"Jungkookie, you should give another round," Mr. San smiles at the younger CEO, even though he can barely keep eye contact with how drunk he is. Jungkook despises this man, but he still lets on a smile and reaches his hand up to inform the waiter he's giving another round.

That's one of the troubles about being a young CEO, the elders can play you how they like.

"Isn't it enough soon, Mr. San?" Jungkook then asks and sees the elder cheer again and smile disgustingly at some younger ladies walking by. He himself has already drunk way too much.

"You can never get enough, boy," the man says, treating Jungkook like a kid as always.

Mr. San takes another sip of his beer before he turns his head towards Jungkook again. He looks the male up and down before he giggles a little, making Jungkook raise an eyebrow.

"That husband of yours, why isn't he here?" the man asks.

Jungkook almost flinches, but he keeps a proper posture before replying, "Taehyung is busy tonight."

Probably not, he's most likely sitting at home alone right now.

"Taehyung... that's his name," Mr. San smiles, "why don't you bring him next time?"

"Taehyung is a very busy man," Jungkook replies and takes a sip of his own beer, "not to mention, he doesn't enjoy things like these."

"Really?" Mr. San asks, "what a shame, his pretty face would surely fit perfectly into this place."

Jungkook's hand tightens around his beer glass and his jaw clenches frighteningly much.

"Indeed," another CEO says across the table, "I have heard rumors your marriage isn't going too well."

Jungkook is about to answer that but gets cut off. He needs to take a breath to not get pissed off at that.

"Me too, well not a surprise when one part is the stone-cold Jeon Jungkook," Mr. San says, and everyone laughs. Jungkook puts on another fake smile, but if you know him just a little bit, you are aware this is not the happy kind.

"Why don't you share him a little with us? Everyone knows you have fucked everything that has a pulse, so I'm guessing Taehyung is like that as well," a third CEO laughs, making everyone around them nod their heads.

Calm down Jungkook, calm down.

"Well," Mr. San begins, "he does look like a proper slut whenever I see him."

That's all it takes for Jungkook to smash the old man's face in.