☁︎--𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬

"feet don't fail me now,
C'mon and take me to that finish line,
Oh my heart breaks..."

The intro of born to die by Lana del Rey plays on the speakers of Taehyung's car, the padded tips of his fingers thrumming along to the slow beat that sounds through the spacing of his mobile.

He was on a probationary period of driving any of his father's most expensive cars, which left him to a still decent mobile, yet no extraordinary sports car.

It was either this or being chauffeured, something that he absolutely despised.

His lips are parted as he sings along to the lyrics, the baritone of his voice soft in its present hum.

Content, he was this morning as he drove towards work, the opposite to how his usual morning routine went.

He was in a rather quiet solitary mood, reflected in his relaxed features, the two open buttons that sat to expose sun kissed skin, the golden necklace that he almost never takes off.

In fact, now that he thinks of it, he can't remember the last time it was that he took it off.

With the golden charm of a swan spreading its wings while a sizzle pierced its heart to an encrusted tomb that came to rest in the middle of the surrounding thinned gold that hung around the thick expanse of his neck, an ever-present reminder of his mother's passing ten years ago.

Taehyung was seventeen then, on the brink of adulthood and the most prestigious student of the most prestigious school in England.

Until he heard of the news and went off the rails that secured his perfect image and he started marking his father's reputation with his unsafe and bachelor party life.

The necklace had been hers after all, and as it was a given that as the youngest, he was almost always the one to gift her the grey hairs she wore on her golden days, so, she entrusted it to him, the naughtiest of the bunch, and yet as equally loved and cared for as the rest of her three sons.

A sigh escapes him, with his lips deflating into a little pout when the building he'd been put in charge of comes into view.

He'd built himself quite the reputation for the short time he's been here.

Or maybe it was just that the setting of working ethic he'd been forcefully pushed to take command of, was not as efficient as what they were promised to be.

He could find so many faults with their current staff, and even better, he could fire them all as they failed miserably at what they indeed knew how to do. He's been biting of heads since he got here, trying to understand just what the previous man in charge had done, Mr Dao having retired all to willingly, and Taehyung was afraid he came to understood only now why that was.

That bastard old man.

As he parks his vehicle into his designated parking spot, he leans his head against the wheel where his hands had previously been thrumming to the beat of Born to die, instead thumping his head against it to knock what little brain cells he had left to good use.

Each passing moment he spent amongst adults that acted like uneducated high school kids was another piece of intelligence lost.

"To think, that I thought that there was nothing possible that could make me hate my dad more than I already do."
He mumbles to himself, his nerves already strung taut as he prepares himself for the day of hell that lay before him.

Oh, how agonisingly slow the hours passed when you were caged between four grey walls.

Lifting his head, he glanced at the flask that sits in his coffee holder.

At this rate, he'd be going addicted.
Snorts, definitely wouldn't be the first time and after all, he couldn't get any worse than he  was, could it?

Fuck it, he thinks to himself as he gulps down a worthy amount of whiskey, just a little bit of courage to start his day.

At least it wasn't mimosas yet.

His hair is ruffled by the time he climbs out of his car, the shade of the underground parking lot doing wonders for his soul with its cool atmosphere and how great it felt to have the slightest air brush against his flushed cheeks.

Adjusting his tie and righting his suit jacket around his cinched waist where he left the buttons of it loosened, he tugs on his chestnut roots that covers his forehead, pushing them back as they're starting to irritate him.

Once walking into the lobby of his current headquarters, he immediately feels the air tensing around him, and he strongly fights the urge to not roll his eyes at how the rustling of papers grow louder.

The receptionist trying to make it known that she was indeed busy and had not been scrolling through her Instagram page just mere minutes before he entered.

Taehyung could only sigh, at least the previous one in command had the logistics to install good use cameras in the best nooks and crannies.

"Good morning, Mr. Kim!"
Her over eager voice echoes in the hollowly spacious lobby and there's a twitch that accompanies Taehyung's lips before he turns to her with an unreadable expression.

A nod is sent her way while he passes her desk, walking towards security where they don't even bother asking for his prints and key card.
They learned their lesson properly when they did it first, and the fiasco it caused with the poor colleagues that had been in charge of security were example enough of what would happen dare they disrespect him like that again.

Quiet greetings are sent with either a nod in his direction, or the soft whisper of Mr. Kim with a down turned gaze.

At least he'd made quite the impression that he was indeed more than what the press made him out to be, enough that it served him respect from even the eldest of his little staff community.

Or maybe they were just afraid that they could be next to lose their precious jobs, seeing to how easily their boss was able to fire and dispose of his employees as quick as he did.

Reaching the elevator, Taehyung pauses when he spots the janitor coming down the hall, his eyes trail her strained expression as she carries a box bigger than even her, filled to the brim with cleaning supplies, and easily spotted to be quite heavy.

Couldn't they have the younger and more able janitors do this part of the job?

She was an elder as well, and the way passing individuals didn't even spare her a second glance, or rather a degrading look, maybe an upturned sniff of the nose, being many of the main reasons why Taehyung couldn't stand most of his staff.

Like what made you so different from becoming a janitor in the time span of a mere thirty minutes?
Nothing, absolutely nothing.

He tsks to himself when he goes to stand in front of Mimona's way, her confused glance up at him, before it turns to one of worry when he takes the weighty box from her hold.

His eyes definitely do not miss how her shoulders almost immediately relax as they're released from the heavy weight.

"S-sir,I can-"
She sputters, trying to take the box from his hands but he silences her protests with a look of his own.

"Where to?"
He asks after they share a silent stare off in which she looks away at first.

"Floor 08."
She sighs belatedly, knowing that no matter what she'd do, the young man in front of her would not budge.

She had to admire the respect in his gaze when he looked at her apologetically, before his eyes narrow over the floor before following her into that of the escalator.

She also had to admit, even with how many employees he handed warnings to on the daily, he still fared to have the most respect for elders like her.

A good man, he indeed was.

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It was my first day, and the bustling atmosphere around me was quite jarring.

I was, admittedly not in my supposed working department, and was actually currently quite far lingering from it.

Three floors from it, to be exact.

Some would ask why, and how, and again why?

It all started with my deep sated urge of wanting to explore the twenty floored building, never having been so high in the sky before, other than sitting in economical courts while making my way over the Atlantic Ocean, yes.

At least then a paper cut didn't fly past my face. A quick step back saves me from a torrent of shredded papers flying in my face, and a sigh trickles out of my nose as I evade it.

The sound of pen's moving against paper, of computer keys click-clacking, and the hastened breaths of employees hushing over their respective cubicles with whispered words tickles my nerve endings just the wrong way.

Why the hell was everyone in such a rush?

"Get a move on would you, Mr. Kim is just three floors down!"
Someone panickily whispers in passing, a nudge accompanying it.

Who was Mr. Kim?

I turn to ask the employee who just passed me the question but falter when a tower stacked full of paper with a stapled box on top rushes my way, I'm taking it the person behind it can't see even three feet in front of them because even though I move, the tower briefly shakes before it leans a little too much to its side, then proceeds to topple to the carpeted floor.

Womp womp.

"No,no,no,no-"
Said person whispers and their voice sound so small that I may take it they're crying.

Without a thought I'm immediately on the floor to help him scoop up the mess he made, a trickle of worry marring down my spine at his shaking hands.

"Hey, it's okay.
I'll help."
I say softly, touching his shoulder and experiencing mild shock with how quickly he whips his head.

His eyes widen the slightest before a glint of hope comes to settle in his eyes.

Damn, was his boss so bad it was worth crying over?

"Thank you, b-but it's supposed to be alphabetically organized, and it should've been done by now and I don't think I'll be able to-"
He rambles in that small voice again, just as suddenly as the bit of little hope flared in his eyes it diminishes into solemn brown puddles again.

"Let's just get this all off the floor first then okay, I'll help with the organising of it as well."
I utter softly, already starting to pick up papers that had fallen to the floor, and they're quite awfully spread widely about.

I hear a string of soft thank you's as we start gathering all of the baggage he'd previously been carrying, and I'm on my hands and knees while my eyes frantically trail the papers that seemed to have spread into the hallway in a little vertical line.

Crawling in a pencil skirt such as I was currently, was not how I pictured my first day going.

I'm sure my knees were bound to be pink and tinged with irritation by the time I got home tonight, when a sudden silence settles over the floor I currently found myself to be on.

Gone were the sounds of hushed whispers, the click clacks of computer keys, the buzzing of papers being shredded, or the rather rustling as they were passed on between employees.

Pin
drop
silence.

Spine arched as I glance back at the guy who'd previously been near crying to be behind me, the only difference on his face being the wet misty look to his eyes, and the tremble of his lips when we all hear the subtle ping of an elevator door opening.

Soft footsteps pad my way, and I only have time to glance at the shiny brown pointed tips that casts an accusing gaze at me, exposure of someone who surely had to be rich.

And surely had to be important.

A breath bottles up my chest when the feet come to stop in front of me, my spine filled with tension when I slowly lift my gaze.

I'm met with the buckle of a belt glinting my way, the subtle bulge of what had to be a well endorsed package glancing my way, and I lick my lips nervously.

Justified it was that he had a big dick, but big dicked individuals were always bound to be mis formed, weren't they?

My personified state rings false when I'm met with a piercing gaze of hazel, slicked back hair that falls to his forehead disobediently, the small beauty mark that mars the elegantly poised tip of his nose.

When his lips tilt into that of a small smirk, my eyes widen comically wide at how accusingly familiar it felt to be stared down at by a man like him, finding the movements of my limbs a bit too slow as I blink once, then twice.

It couldn't, no, wouldn't be him, right?

"Do you plan on getting off your knees anytime soon, Mrs.Trustiath?"

And oh gosh, even if it turned out not to be the man who'd been the cause of so many of my orgasms, I was quite sure I wouldn't mind staying on my knees for him.

Fuckity, fuck-fuck?

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I love how this story is going, lmfaooo.
Of course, I hope you all will as well <333

Love, Conversehigh