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Taehyung always thought of the office as a living organism, its various parts and players working harmoniously together. The rows of cubicles were the building’s innards; the employees were the cells. Jeon Jungkook’s entrance into the company was an infection.
Around him, the office’s ubiquitous click-clacking, phones ringing, and corporate chitchat rang. Usually reserved for the background, today the sounds ballooned his migraine. Taehyung reached for his noise-cancelling headphones to drown out the chaotic yet recognizable combined sound.
It’d been exactly a month since the new director was hired in Taehyung’s place. A young, inexperienced executive, surrounded by a waft of yes men, nepotism, and expensive cologne.
Taehyung would never say it out loud, but even the chairman himself was lousy at his job. It was his father, Jungkook’s grandfather, that had built everything from the ground up.
Jeon Jungkook. The man was six years Taehyung’s junior, had no managerial experience, and with his hooped earrings, piercings, and fashionably oversized suits (no tie), he looked like he was dressed for the club. Definitely unbecoming of a director.
Compared to Taehyung’s decade of experience and corporate loyalty, this man was a baby. But Taehyung supposed that blood was thicker than sweat and tears.
At lunch break, Taehyung joined several employees in an empty meeting room. Despite being their manager, Taehyung always made sure to build a respectable rapport with his colleagues.
Unlike Jungkook, who always had his lunches out, sometimes with his father, sometimes with outside friends, mostly alone. His behaviour was so grating.
At their first meeting, he was everything that Taehyung had assumed: pompous, self-important with a perception of himself as smarter than he actually was. It was a nightmare.
Jungkook was Taehyung’s direct boss, until he got bored of corporate life and went on to start a vanity project with daddy’s money, something tech-adjacent perhaps.
“Here you all are.” That voice. “My team’s all here.” Think of the devil.
Taehyung’s colleagues looked up from their lunches and at each other, smiling weakly. Taehyung turned around. Jungkook stood at the entrance of the meeting room. His cologne entered the room before he did.
“Mind if I had lunch with you?” Jungkook asked, but didn’t wait for anyone’s response before he stepped into the meeting room. He had takeout with him.
“Sure,” Taehyung spoke up when no one did.
Jungkook sat at the empty seat next to Taehyung. He unpacked his lunch and ate quietly. He looked extra young like this. When he wasn’t trying to show off, unlike in team meetings, he was bearable.
Or maybe he was just bearable when he wasn’t speaking. He was wearing a tie today too. He looked handsome.
“What is it?” Jungkook asked. Taehyung must’ve been staring.
Taehyung cleared his throat. “Nice of you to have lunch with us today.”
“Of course,” Jungkook said through a mouthful. He swallowed, and Taehyung watched the bob of his throat. “I’d like to get to know my subordinates, after all.”
Ugh.
The room quieted. Jungkook didn’t say much for the rest of lunch. Afterwards, Taehyung packed up his things, said his goodbyes, and stood up to leave the meeting room.
“Wait, Kim Taehyung.”
Taehyung stood, one hand on the door handle. “Yes.” He let go. “Sir.”
“The quarterly numbers for the report tomorrow.”
“They’re ready,” Taehyung said.
“Can I look them over?” Jungkook asked.
“Sure. I’ll send them to you when I get to my desk.”
At the end of the day, after Taehyung had sent him the report, Jungkook sent back the presentation with his notes in obnoxious yellow font. All of which were redundant or useless. Taehyung ignored them and went home.
—
The next day at Jungkook’s first department meeting, Taehyung plugged in the report that he, along with his team, had been preparing for the last two weeks.
“Actually, Kim Taehyung,” Jungkook interrupted. In between his thumb and forefinger, a USB. “Let’s use this file instead.”
Everyone looked at him and then at Taehyung.
Taehyung’s perfect world always was of order and meeting expectations. He hated surprises, hated not knowing what he was walking into. And at this meeting there were two big surprises—
The presence of the managing director, who just happened to sit in today of all days, and now this Jeon Jungkook was uprooting Taehyung’s whole presentation, a presentation their team had been working on before he had even settled in at the company.
“I really don’t think we should do that, sir,” Taehyung told Jungkook as calmly as possible.
“I do.” Jungkook gave him a look, using his authority to override Taehyung’s.
Defeated, Taehyung sighed and accepted the flash drive.
It’d actually be better if the presentation was a failure. But it wasn’t. Being undermined by this brat, and his revised presentation actually being good, was a puncture to Taehyung’s carefully crafted facade. All this infront of the managing director too. It was humiliating.
The managing director had left applauding Jungkook and his new perspective.
As everyone was packing up for their desks and eventually for home, Jungkook spoke up:
“Kim Taehyung.” He broke the silence. “Do you have time?”
No. “Yes, sir.”
“Please stay for a minute,” Jungkook said, eyes on his laptop screen.
Taehyung nodded and sat back down as he was told. The rest of his colleagues shuffled out of the conference room leaving the two of them alone.
“You look so angry.” Jungkook smiled. It was infuriating. “Calm down.”
“Telling an angry person to calm down will do the exact opposite,” Taehyung managed to say without yelling. “Especially if it’s from someone they don’t like.”
“You don’t like me?”
“Not at the slightest.”
“Hmm. Interesting,” Jungkook muttered.
“Not really,” Taehyung said flippantly.
“You’re right.” Jungkook shut his laptop. “How simple of you.”
Taehyung kept his face stony. He clenched his fist under the table.
“If that’s all, I’ll be heading home,” Taehyung announced, clipped.
“Yes, that’s all,” Jungkook quipped. “Just make sure you take my input seriously next time. For your sake.”
Fuck you. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re dismissed.”
Forgoing a bow, Taehyung turned on his heel and left.
—
That night, as Taehyung waited for sleep to come, his phone chimed, indicating a text message had just arrived.
He opted to ignore it in favour of sleep.
But with no clue who would be texting him at midnight, his curiosity reached for his phone on the nightstand.
The screen’s blue light blinded him. After a second his vision settled to a text from Jeon Jungkook. What’s with him? Did he want to antagonise Taehyung off hours too?
Taehyung put his phone back down, picked it up again, and sat back on his headboard. With his phone in hand, he willed himself not to open the message until the next day. But it was futile. Once he was awake with this nagging pending task, he wouldn’t be able to go to sleep.
Another thing Jeon Jungkook has taken from him, he supposed. He might as well read the message now and deal with whatever it was that he wanted tomorrow.
Taehyung clicked open the message. There were two photos. For a second, Taehyung couldn’t make out what was on it. He blinked. Slowly, the pixels began to make sense—it was skin.
All skin. Flesh. Bare. Naked skin of a navel, a glimpse of a hip, cutting off at the beginnings of a scratch of soft pubic hair. The second picture was angled an inch lower. Taehyung’s face heated up as his brain slowly deciphered the images. He clicked off.
This was definitely a mistake, wasn’t it? There was no other explanation. Jungkook must have sent it by mistake. He must be mortified. Taehyung certainly was.
He clicked on the message again. It was so hard to look away. Despite the guilt, Taehyung stared at the photo, at the flesh there. He could feel himself chubbing up under the sheets. He clicked his phone locked. Unlocked it. Locked it. Unlocked it again, back to the message box, frantically scrolling past the photos. There was no follow up message and Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to type up a reply. He clicked on the photos again, his thumb hovering on ‘delete’.
Deep breath out. He deleted them, settled back down, and twisted his legs in the sheets. Taehyung hoped sleep could erase what happened, sparing Jungkook and himself the humiliation of talking about it in the morning.
—
The next day, Taehyung didn’t see Jungkook all morning. He wasn’t in any of the conference rooms, not in his office, not in the common areas. His absence was a small respite. Maybe he was gone for the day and the next time they saw each other everything would be forgotten.
Up until lunch that day, when Jungkook materialised, entering the meeting room where Taehyung and his colleagues were having their meals.
Like yesterday, Jungkook walked in with a take out bag from a nearby restaurant. Without making eye contact, he sat on the empty seat next to Taehyung, said a small greeting to the room, and began unpacking his meal.
The employees seem to be getting used to him already. They spared him a smile, didn’t stiffen in place, and continued eating.
Jungkook began folding into his meal. How could he be acting so normal?
Taehyung eyed him for signs of anything different. But there was nothing out of the ordinary. He had that usual smug air about him, chest out, nose held up high. He must not have realised yet. Or he was really good at concealing any shame. Or…
“Kim Taehyung.”
Taehyung jumped. The other employees all looked at Jungkook before going back to their hushed conversation.
“Yes, sir?” Taehyung said.
“What’s wrong? Why so jumpy?”
“Nothing, sir.”
“Lacking sleep?” Jungkook asked. It may have been Taehyung's imagination, but there was a small smile on his lips.
“A little.”
“Did you get my message last night?” Jungkook asked, straight-faced.
“You mean to say…” Taehyung gulped. “You sent me a message?”
“Yes I did. Did you receive it?”
Sweat beaded on Taehyung’s brow. He looked at his colleagues, busy with their conversation, and then back at Jungkook’s cloying grin. “Yes,” Taehyung said.
“Why didn’t you respond?” Jungkook’s feigned concern.
“I thought it was for somebody else.”
“No. It was for you.” Jungkook stopped eating all together. His chopsticks lay dormant across his bowl.
Taehyung didn’t say anything.
For the remainder of the lunch hour, Taehyung refused to meet Jungkook’s eyes. He had dropped the topic earlier, joining in their colleague’s conversation as Taehyung sat silent. Once everyone was done eating and had vacated the room, Taehyung spoke:
“You really meant to send that to me?” Taehyung asked, outraged yet his curiosity was aroused.
“I did.”
“I’m reporting you to HR,” Taehyung threatened, deadpan.
Taehyung stood up. Jungkook followed. He stepped towards Taehyung, inching closer until they were a breath apart.
“Sure, do that,” Jungkook said.
“I will.”
“You can’t deny you liked it.”
“How the hell are you supposed to know that?”
Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s face in both hands. If anyone were to pass by the glass doors of the meeting room, they’d see them in this intimate position. Jungkook stared at Taehyung. Taehyung’s eyes involuntarily strained and teared up at their proximity.
With Taehyung’s face in his hands, Jungkook leaned in, licking a wet strip up Taehyung’s chin, through his lips, and ending at his philtrum.
“Oh, I know you wanted to punch me when I embarrassed you in front of everyone yesterday.” Jungkook had a crazed look in his eyes. “It exhilarates me that all you could do was sit there and clench your teeth.”
“What are you saying?” Taehyung breathed. The wet strip of saliva on his chin and lips was cool to the air.
“I like sad, pathetic older men,” Jungkook confessed, sly. “I like when they can’t stand up to me because of my position. I like you so much.”
That was the last thing Taehyung expected to come out of his mouth. He had no clue what to make out of that. His brain didn’t even know where to start.
Instead, he gripped Jungkook’s wrists, prying his hands off of his face. Wordlessly, he took a step backwards, kept his eyes steady, and sped out of the room.
That night, after he had autopiloted his way home, Taehyung restored the photos he had previously deleted. There it was again. A muscled body blanketed in the dark. Feeling himself salivating at the captured flesh, he jerked himself off to sleep.
—
“I guarantee,” Jungkook orated to the room. “No international company will be investing in the next two years.” He stood at the front of the conference room. In attendance were only higher ranking officers, senior managers and up.
A week had passed since their last awkward encounter, and over a month since Jungkook started working at the company. He hadn’t done anything strange in one week. Just when Taehyung thought he was beginning to understand Jungkook’s behaviour, he went the opposite way and stopped.
If this were the end of their push-pull, then Taehyung was going to make sure it ended on his terms.
Too many things were dependent on the whims of one Jeοn Jungkοοk, and that violent streak of his—the aggression, the mockery, and now this ugliness. There was violence in this sort of deprivation.
“Guarantee?” Taehyung questioned. “Director, with all due respect, without the numbers backing you up, these are just claims,” he said sternly. “I have the numbers saying the contrary—”
“You may have the numbers,” Jungkook said, “but I have friends seated in Seoul’s top corporations. And these are the same conclusions they’ve run over in their meetings. I didn’t just make it up. These claims are highly factual.”
Jungkook lets out a laugh, half contempt, half amusement. Under the table, Taehyung squeezed his own knee until his knuckles shone white.
—
As celebration for a successful project turn out, Jungkook organised a team night out. It was Friday night, Taehyung had better things to do, but it was not recommended to turn down an after work invitation from a senior.
The bartender switched the house lights to low, an official signal coming into the after hours.
“No one skips out,” Jungkook reiterated with a grin. “Isn’t that right, Taehyung?”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Taehyung responded gruffly.
“Good.”
When Jungkook left the table, Taehyung’s colleague ushered him in with a hand gesture and said:
“Wow, the director sure has it out for you. What did you do?”
“Nothing,” Taehyung said, shaking his head listlessly.
“I think he likes picking on you because you don’t stand up for yourself,” she answered her own question, and Taehyung shot her a look. “I mean… sir. I think—”
“All I’ve done lately is stand up for myself,” Taehyung countered, patience thinning.
“Not in the way he wants.”
“Explain,” Taehyung humoured her.
“You’re too by the book. You bring up numbers, and data, and processes. The director’s a wildcard. He doesn’t respond to that.”
“I see,” Taehyung mumbled. “What will he respond to?”
“Tactics similar to his,” she disclosed casually.
“Like?” Taehyung asked.
She looked around the room, spotting Jungkook making their way back to the table with two bottles of liquor.
She whispered, “Be unpredictable. Be wild.”
With both hands, Taehyung held his cup out to Jungkook. He poured until it was full of dark brown liquor. Taehyung brought it to his lips and gulped it down to cheers and hollers. Another round passed, another cup gulped down, Taehyung’s head began to spin.
“Be a good friend and drink her share.” Jungkook pointed to their teammate who had passed out with her forehead on the table.
Taehyung wasn’t a particularly strong drinker. He could be considered light weight. But, feeling bad for this hopeless woman, paired with the fact that no one at this table could say no to Jungkook, Taehyung put aside his hesitance and downed her drink too.
Jungkook whistled, clapping as if this were all for his amusement. “Hell of a drinker,” he told Taehyung.
“You drink very well too,” Taehyung said.
“Still all prim?” Jungkook asked with a tilt of a brow.
Not for long, Taehyung thought.
They’d been drinking since dinner time and now it was close to closing. It all hit Taehyung around the face first. Everything was hot, as if his head were pressed close to a stove. And then he felt the heat travel down his chest, kind of a minty feeling around the upper rib.
When Taehyung looked up next, his vision blurred hazy at the sides. He shook his head, looked around the table to see his seatmate was still passed out, and that Jungkook was not around.
Taehyung stood, mumbled a quick ‘going to the bathroom’, and headed to the back.
The harsh lights of the fluorescents bounced off the white tiles, giving the illusion of daytime. For a loopy second, Taehyung thought that it was already the next day, that he had slept and woken up, but he hadn’t.
Taehyung had just entered the bathroom in search of Jeon Jungkook. The liquor paired with the lack of sleep was messing with his inhibitions and his sense of time and space.
“Here for me?” Jungkook teased. He was leaning on a cubicle wall looking cocky as ever.
Taehyung responded in kind. “You always get what you want, don’t you?” he taunted. “You’ve never even known anything else.”
“That’s right. And this time I want you. “
Taehyung gestured to himself. “Well, you got me. I give up.”
“Ooh. That easy?” Jungkook dared.
“Shut up.”
There were only two endings to this night: an argument, someone caving and walking off, that someone most likely being Taehyung. Or the two of them could make a dive for it, cut through the fog of tension that had been brewing since Jungkook was hired in Taehyung’s place.
At that moment, Taehyung chose to be wild.
He pushed Jungkook into a cubicle, bruising his lips with his. The door smacked closed behind them with a swing of its momentum.
Taehyung crowded Jungkook until the back of his head hit the inner wall of the cubicle. He bit Jungkook’s lip hard, and Jungkook hissed, coming away bleeding. Jungkook brought his hand to his mouth. He smiled a pink-stained smile, swiped a finger across the bloody mess, down his collarbones, and before Taehyung could say anything, rubbed the bloody finger on Taehyung’s lips, then to the inside of his mouth. Mixed with lip balm, Jungkook’s blood tasted like honeyed tin.
“Did you touch yourself?” Jungkook asked, smiling pink. “To my photos?” His hot breath in Taehyung’s ear. He had that same crazed look from a week ago. “You did, didn’t you? Tell me everything.”
“I did,” Taehyung confessed, drunk and unrestrained.
“Knew you were a pervert just like me.” Jungkook smiled conspiratorially. They had drank from the same poisoned vine. “Liked what you saw?”
“Uhuh. Wanna see it again,” Taehyung responded mindlessly.
“Did you finish?” Jungkook asked in a murmur.
“Yes.”
“You came all over yourself?”
“Yes.”
Taehyung pulled upwards at Jungkook’s shirt, untucking it from his trousers. He caught a glimpse of apple white skin underneath. Eyes wide, Taehyung knelt down, kissing Jungkook’s belly, down the strap of his belt, and the front of his clothed crotch. He rubbed his face on the growing bulge there.
“I like this view,” Jungkook said, gazing down at him. In a swift movement, he unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, and pulled himself out. Jungkook dipped his soft cock into Taehyung’s slack mouth. Taehyung sucked until his dick grew in his mouth.
“You sure are obedient,” Jungkook breathed out, his cock twitching in Taehyung’s hold.
“Stand up,” Jungkook commanded, zipping himself up. Taehyung did so. “Undo your pants.” He followed, letting his pants and underwear bunch up around his knees. “I want something from you.”
“I’ll give you anything,” Taehyung said, dazed. He followed Jungkook’s gaze as it made its way down his front and to his crotch.
Jungkook smiled, twirled a finger in Taehyung’s hair, leaning in to whisper:
“I want you to fuck me like an animal.” His honey-sweet breath filled the hollow of Taehyung’s neck. “Can you do that, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” Taehyung breathed.
“Good.” Jungkook held Taehyung’s face in his palms, leaned in to lick his lips and the inside of his mouth. Like a child on his birthday, Jungkook vibrated with a sugar rush-like energy. He nipped Taehyung’s earlobes, down his neck, his collarbones, and back up his mouth. He was very expressive with his affection. And wet. And bitey.
Within a minute, Jungkook had his shirt ripped open, his pants down, and his back arched into Taehyung’s front.
“Use this.” Jungkook clapped a packet into Taehyung’s hand. It was a sachet of lubricant. Taehyung ripped into it with his teeth, getting it all over his chin and hand. The liquid slid down his wrist and forearm.
“Idiot.” Jungkook tutted. “Can’t you do anything right?”
“Sorry, sir,” Taehyung said, playing along. “No, I can’t.”
“Useless. Give it to me. I’ll do it myself.” Jungkook played pretend. He couldn’t hide his giddiness, his excitement at the situation he was in. He snatched the lube back from Taehyung, coating his fingers with the slippery liquid. And without breaking eye contact, he reached behind him and fingered himself. Taehyung couldn’t see properly. Impatient and reduced to his basest instincts, he turned Jungkook around, bent him forward for a glimpse of his little hole.
Jungkook looked pretty there too. He’d already fit two fingers inside himself. Taehyung salivated at the sight of his stretched rim around two of his own fingers, sliding in and out. Taehyung knelt down, just like he did before. Face to face with Jungkook’s ass, he licked a fat, wet strip where Jungkook was fingering himself.
He made a delicious high-pitched noise—a shocked groan, wet, desperate, and baffled. Taehyung licked over his hole again, nibbling at his knuckles stuck there.
“I really lucked out, huh?” Jungkook groaned, pressing backwards into Taehyung’s face. “You’re such a good little pet.”
Taehyung kissed Jungkook’s asscheek, biting at the meaty flesh there.
“Enough, baby,” Jungkook mewled. His cheeks were bright red, all the way down his neck and chest. He pulled his fingers out of himself, straightened, and leaned backwards onto a wall.
“Sir.” Taehyung obeyed, stood up too. He held himself off, relishing in restraint.
“Such a pretty face,” Jungkook gushed, his gaze lining down Taehyung’s body, “and a pretty cock.”
Taehyung didn’t say anything, feeling exposed. Through a crack in the cubicle, he could see the sink.
“Are you gonna use it?” Jungkook taunted. His voice had an innocent lilt, a sacarrine put-on as he reached for Taehyung’s cock, squeezing it tight in his hand. He stroked it once, twice.
Taehyung sucked in a breath through his teeth, his toe twitching in his dress shoe. The arousal dumbed him, made him stupid and reckless.
“Well? Is it as useless as you are?” Jungkook sneered, calling his attention. In response, Taehyung gripped his hip hard, turned him around, and pressed on his spine until his front met the cubicle wall.
Taehyung cupped his ass cheek, kneading the flesh and spreading them apart, wide enough to see that pretty hole of his. He slid his cock up and down Jungkook’s crack, the tip snagging at his rim. He was wet and open, waiting for Taehyung to take the plunge. And so he did, shivering as his cock was engulfed by a warm, wet, and welcoming entrance. They both groaned with just the tip. Taehyung stayed still for a moment, savouring the tight, hot ring encircling his cock. He dipped in further, rocking his body into Jungkook’s until his dick was at its hilt.
Jungkook’s face was pressed into the wall. He was so flushed that his eyes were rimmed with pink, vulnerable as a lab rabbit. But, only for a moment. The glazed over look was quickly replaced with a sly, satisfied one. Like he’d just cashed in on a long haul.
Taehyung cupped his cheek, caressing the skin there.
“Don’t go soft on me now, Kim Taehyung,” Jungkook sneered.
Taehyung took this as permission granted. He gripped Jungkook’s hips with both his hands, pulled him backwards, and jackhammered into his hole as hard and as fast as he could. The shock of it had Jungkook gasping. He bit down on his lip, squirming as he was fucked. A muscle on his calf twitched.
When Taehyung sunk back in, it went even deeper. The new angle granted him access to Jungkook’s prostate, stabbing at the gland. A pained moan ripped out of Jungkook’s lips as Taehyung thrusted into him over and over again.
“Oh, you’re good,” Jungkook wailed, his nails digging half moons indents into Taehyung’s thigh. He threw his head backwards, lower back arching with it. He was smiling. Taehyung nipped at his earlobes, and with a large palm, he covered up that seering smile, his thrusts growing in force and speed. He jolted Jungkook forward, his face smooshed into the cubicle door.
Taehyung let himself go as he slammed into Jungkook. His mind whitened, went blank, reduced to his most primitive id. His hand covered Jungkook’s mouth and nose, the other tightening around his windpipe. Jungkook’s face was burning, but Taehyung could tell from his eyes that he was still smiling under that. His chest heaving, asshole tightening around Taehyung’s length. Little pervert must like it.
Muffled by Taehyung’s hand, Jungkook cried out, his body spasming. Hot tears spilled from his eyes, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. He bit Taehyung’s finger, and Taehyung jerked his hand away as if burned. He looked down: Jungkook was coming untouched, spurting hot liquid onto the wall.
In retaliation, Taehyung slammed into him, grinding in deeper through his orgasm. He lifted one of Jungkook’s leg sideways, had him balance on one foot as he fucked into him, hard and unrelenting.
The curl in his toe returned, and with it his growing orgasm, quickly building up from somewhere in between his belly and spine. The light fixture above them clinked. The music and chatter outside pulsed. Everything felt heightened as Taehyung blew his load inside Jungkook. He pulled out to the tip, and fucked back in, relishing in that borderline uncomfortable oversensitive feeling.
“Don’t spill a drop,” Taehyung mumbled as he pulled out. He plugged Jungkook’s hole with his fingers, feeling his rim close in on his fingers.
“What’s this?” Jungkook scoffed. “I’m the one who’s in charge here,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. “Don’t forget.” Big grin on, never losing composure.
Taehyung bowed his head down, breathed in Jungkook’s nape.
“You’re the boss,” he conceded.