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*Six Months Later*
"Mr. Kim. Do you approve of the final evaluation?"
"I...I...sorry...What did you ask?"
"Are you okay, Mr. Kim?"
"Of...of course." Seokjin closes his eyes, breathes in deep. "Just repeat the question."
"Do you approve of the final evaluation?" One of the members from the Paris branch repeats their inquiry through the screen of his laptop, and Seokjin wills himself to keep his face stoic. He should really just push him away, but at this point, he couldn't even if he wanted to.
"Yes. Yes. It all looks good. Thank you." Seokjin goes to reach for the end call button, reaching down with his other hand to thread his fingers through the dark head of hair between his legs.
"Should we discuss the new Fulton account while we are all together?"
"Not today. I have...another...engagement. Sorry. Have a good evening."
"Mr. Kim..."
Seokjin slams the laptop screen shut, pushes his chair back and pulls Taehyung up. He makes quick work of unbottoning his pants, pulling him onto his lap and thrusting one, then two, then three fingers inside his tight hole. "I'm waiting for my monthly performance evaluation," Taehyung growls between thrusts.
"You're a fabulous assistant. Is that what you want to hear?" Seokjin curls his fingers, finds the bundle of nerves that makes Taehyung go crazy. He himself feels like he's reached another level of ecstacy every time he sees Taehyung throw his head back in pleasure.
"I'm here to serve."
"Then ride me." He demands, his voice breathy, shrouded in the sounds and scents of arousal.
Taehyung lifts himself up, lines up Seokjin's cock with his entrance and lets himself fall in one swift movement. They both groan at the tightness, allowing their bodies to adjust before Taehyung starts to bounce up and down, slowly picking up his pace.
Seokjin let's him ride until he can tell that he's getting tired. "Seokjin, please...," Taehyung's deep voice is begging and Seokjin has mercy on him, wrapping Taehyung's legs around his waist and laying him down on his desk. He never pulls out, just starts thrusting harder and harder until he's mercilessly pounding into Taehyung, his gorgeous sounds filling the air. Seokjin is thankful that it's 10pm in Seoul, leaving them alone in the big empty building. Otherwise, Seokjin is sure the whole company would be able to hear them now, moaning and whining, screaming each other's names.
They both cum together, something they've become increasingly good at. Seokjin cleans himself up, passes Taehyung a towel to do the same. Once he's buttoned back up, he grabs his keys, motions for Taehyung to follow him.
"Come over?" It's a mixture between a question and a demand, but Taehyung doesn't argue either way, just climbs willingly into the back seat of Seokjin's town car. Seokjin pats his lap and Taehyung climbs on top, grinding his hips, causing both of them to get hard again within minutes.
Seokjin doesn't even give the driver a second glance. All members of his personal detail have strict NDAs, and so he trusts that word of his trysts with Taehyung will stay confidential. Although, lately, he isn't sure he really cares if they are a secret. In fact, things would be a lot easier if they weren't.
But if word got out to the press, it would be a field day, and Seokjin knows both families would push for an arranged marriage, which would make Taehyung's family much too happy. Seokjin refuses to give them that satisfaction.
The town car arrives at Seokjin's apartment building, and the two make out the entire way up to his penthouse. Once the door is closed, Seokjin slams Taehyung against it, and they rip each other's clothes off in record time. A round in the living room, another in the bedroom, and a third when cleaning up in the shower. Seokjin should be worn out by now, but he can never get enough of Taehyung. The thought scares him, so he pushes it away, the same way he always does when it floats around his brain uninvited.
Seokjin stares at the ceiling, the lights of the city illuminate the room in a soft glimmer. He has blackout curtains, but he never uses them. In some way, being able to see the city lights makes him feel a little less lonely.
Lonliness. It's a feeling he has learned to become comfortable with. It has become a part of who he is, a defining characteristic of the ever illusive, cold, powerful Kim Seokjin. Powerful people are the lonliest. He had heard that once, and he believes it to be true. The great risk to power is human emotion. Not just the emotions of the holder of the power, but also those around him. If you allow others to get too close, their emotions become a part of your orbit, begin to effect your own, creating cracks in the armour of your empire.
And so, Seokjin keeps everyone at a distance. He isn't mean - at least he doesn't think so. He runs his company like a well oiled machine, but he allows his employees vacation time, holidays with their families, good benefits and bonuses. But no one has been able to get close to him. Not even his grandfather has broken down the walls that have become a comfort to Seokjin.
Not since that day. The day he learned that love is just an empty word...
"Momma!!!!! Momma!!!" the child's shrill voice cut through the air, causing even the walls to shudder in response. Footsteps, running across the tiled floors, thumps matching the heartbeat of the little boy.
"Momma!!!!" He screams again, pushing through the people who try to stop him. Hands grab, arms block, feet follow, but he won't stop. He needs to find her. Needs to see her.
"Momma!! I need you! Please...." his voice is broken by sobs now, desperation filling the hallways, and even the maids can't hide the tears that are falling from their eyes.
"Please Momma!!" His eyes find the front door, zero in on the handle. Seven year old hands grab at it, rip the door open with as much force as they can manage.
Frantic eyes scan. Where is she? He needs her. She can't be gone.
The familiar sillhouette is climbing into the backseat of a dark car, a tall man goes to push the door shut. The boy runs as fast as his legs will take him, bangs on the window of the now closed door.
"Momma!!! Please!!!" he begs, his voice is broken and rough from screaming, but he can't stop. He bangs as hard as he can as if there is a chance he can break the glass.
"Please. Don't go!" His sobs are loud now, his pleads desperate.
The window rolls down, his mother's beautiful eyes peer out at him from inside. He grabs for her face, tries to reach his little arms in to wrap around her neck. She holds his hands, pulls them up to her cheeks.
"Momma. Please....please. Please don't do this. I need you. I love you. Please."
They are words a child should never have to utter, gravoling, begging the person who gave him life to stay with him. The person he trusted and loved more than anything else.
"Baby, please don't cry," the mother soothes. For a second, the boy thinks maybe she has changed her mind. "I love you baby. But I have to go."
"Why!! Why do you have to!?" He tries to wrap himself around her again, but she holds his hands tight, brings her forehead to his.
"I need to leave, darling."
"Then take me with you! Please!" He whines, tears falling unabandondely down his face.
"I can't. You're better here. Grandpa will take care of you."
"But I need you, Momma. I love you."
His mother looks over his shoulder and nods. He feels hands wrap around his arms, pulling him away from the door. "I love you, baby." His mother whispers, dropping one last kiss on his forehead before an arm loops around his waist, and the window rises.
He falls to the ground, screams of momma fill the air. His sobs turn to wails. Even the butler is crying now.
He cries until he falls asleep, and the strong arms of his grandfather carry him to bed. He would never see his mother again. Her last words haunt him.
"I love you."
No. If she really loved him, she wouldn't have left. Right?
A seven year old boy's soul died that day. He never loved again, for loving only set you up for a heartbreak that was unmatched, a pain that was uncompareable.
Rustling breaks the memory. His eyes look down to the man laying beside him. The flutter of eyelashes brushing against smooth olive skin is one of the most beautiful sites Seokjin has seen. He follows the line of his nose down to soft, heart shaped lips. And he can't help himself, involuntarily leaning down and placing a soft kiss on those sweet lips.
They taste like hope if he would let them. But he can't. No matter how much his heart is begging for him to let it out of the cage it has been locked in for decades, Seokjin can't take the risk. He could love Taehyung, he knows he could. And he's pretty sure Taehyung already loves him.
He knows by the way Taehyung's face lights up when he enters a room that Seokjin is in. The way he smiles when Seokjin remembers anything about him. The way he looks deep into Seokjin's eyes like he's the only thing in the entire world that matters to him.
But his mother had also looked at him like that once, and then she left. And Taehyung could leave too. When his family realizes they can't use him for the financial gain they were hoping for, he could leave. Or worse yet, he could choose to leave on his own.
Seokjin should just end it here, end it now. Every morning that he wakes up with Taehyung in his bed, he vows to himself that it will be the last time. But then days later, their arms and legs are tangled up, making it difficult to tell where one of them starts and the other ends.
It's been seven months since Taehyung walked into his office, and Seokjin knows the time is running out. In five months from now, Taehyung will be free, and he will leave him. He knows Taehyung's type. Creative, free spirited. He wants Seokjin now, but when he's released from this agreement, he will follow his art, follow his creative mind somewhere else, leaving Seokjin and his boring, cold life behind.
No. Today must be the end. When Taehyung wakes up, Seokjin will tell him this has to end.
The fluttering of lashes grabs his attention, beautiful, brown doe eyes slowly unveiled. And then the smile. The smile that makes Seokjin's heart land a blow to his head.
"Good Morning," his thick, deep voice floats through the air, entering Seokjin's ear drums like a beautiful symphony.
He opens his mouth to say the words, he knows that now is the time.
"Taehyung, I...."
"Kiss me." Taehyung demands, wraps his arms around Seokjin's neck.
And Seokjin does. Their lips meet like beautiful ballroom dancers, perfectly matched for each other.
They pull away for a second, Taehyung's eyes meeting his. "What were you gonna say?"
"Nothing." Seokjin pulls Taehyung back to him, pries his lips open with his tongue, Licks and tastes as much as he can.
Kissing turns to swallowing each other, deep into throats, taking turns making each other cum, before Seokjin fucks Taehyung from behind. He wraps his arms around his waist, kisses the back of his neck, drowns out the voices telling him to stop, to leave, to never look back.
When they are finally in the back of the town car, headed back to the office, Seokjin presses his fingers to his temple. Seokjin has always been the epitome of restraint, self-control and discipline, but there's something about Taehyung that he can't resist, something that keeps drawing him in.
And it fucking terrifies him.