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All things considered, Kim Taehyung has made a pretty good life for himself in Seoul. His parents were mortified when he wanted to leave their hometown and move to the big city, but he's kept most of their worrying at bay by talking about his good grades and his job at one of the better known law firms in Seoul.

 

The plan was to finish college and then begin a paralegal program of study, but Taehyung keeps failing the intro exam and thus has only worked as a secretary for one of the junior partners of the firm for the last year.

 

But his parents think he's well on his way to becoming a paralegal and he doesn't want to burst their bubble so he might embellish a little bit on his weekly phone call home.

 

Working for Jeon Jungkook, the son of one of the managing partners and one of the youngest junior partners, was definitely nothing to sneeze at. Jungkook was particular, borderline picky, about the people that worked under him. Taehyung had seen him reduce one of the newer associates to tears one bitterly cold afternoon over a paperwork error.

 

He'd heard the rumors that Jungkook went through secretaries in a matter of months, but it's been about a year now and Jungkook hasn't gotten tired of him yet. Probably because Taehyung has made a conscious effort to learn what makes the young prodigy tick and how to make his life easier. Like how it's become a habit for Taehyung to leave Jungkook’s triple shot mocha latte on his desk in the morning (and maybe a blueberry scone if Jungkook has been looking extra stressed), or how Taehyung makes sure all the paperwork for Jungkook’s cases ends up meticulously organized and labeled in color coordinating files, or how if Jungkook is looking exhausted Taehyung manages to rearrange his schedule by making it look like his last appointments have cancelled so that the junior partner can have the night off.

 

Taehyung does a lot of other menial tasks, like making sure Jungkook’s suits make it to the dry cleaners, scheduling his doctor’s appointments, and even one time buying a birthday present for Jungkook’s mother when Jungkook had completely forgotten. In his defense, Jungkook had been shoulders deep in paperwork for some big case involving safety hazards and an overseas oil company, and he'd been panic-stricken when he’d realized, gracing Taehyung with one of his rare bunny-toothed smiles when he saw the hand wrapped gift on his desk.

 

It makes Taehyung sad to hear how people talk about the youngest junior partner. They say he's icy, cut throat, cold, and calculating. But Taehyung knows better. He's seen Jungkook cry late at night a case hits too close to home. He knows Jungkook does what he does and does it well because he cares , because he wants to make a difference, because he has a good heart.

 

He never planned to fall head over heels for Jeon Jungkook but it just sort of. . . happened.

 

And he didn't realize the extent of his feelings until Park Jimin walked into their lives and ruined everything.

 

Unlike Taehyung, Jimin is a paralegal, and a good one at that. He understands the concepts of law more than Taehyung, but only by a little bit. Jimin does Jungkook’s research, assists him with cases and offers opinions that the other junior partner Min Yoongi can’t (or doesn’t) want to provide, and at first he didn’t really irk Taehyung.

 

They worked in different rooms and had minimal contact originally but now?

 

Now Jimin is almost always in Jungkook’s office, fluttering in and out with papers and folders, adjusting his glasses as he scurries back and forth, day to night, evening to midnight. Where Taehyung used to spend nights with Jungkook in his office, Jimin now takes his place.

 

And recently, Jimin’s been doing the coffee runs.

 

The coffee runs that Taehyung is supposed to do. He never has a problem with venturing outside to grab coffee for Jungkook but he almost never does that anymore.

 

Jimin does that too.

 

All Taehyung does is sit at his desk outside Jungkook’s office and type away at the computer filing cases for Jungkook, making appointments or sending out emails, and sending death glares in the direction of Jungkook’s office door where Jimin and Jungkook sit together with their legal shit and work together like the perfect team they’re not supposed to be.

 

It’s even worse because as much as Taehyung despises Jimin for essentially taking his place, everyone adores Jimin. Adores. He’s cute, with his round cheeks and big eyes and pretty lips and gorgeous blonde hair, and his smile is like the sun itself. But the sun can be annoying and Jimin’s bright smile can be too.

 

It doesn’t help that others in the office ogle him too, because Jimin is a fine piece of ass (Taehyung hates to admit it) and he’s worth the talk. A very minute part of Taehyung wants to like him, but he just can’t do it.

 

Jimin brings him coffee sometimes —along with Jungkook’s— and delivers it with a cheerful smile and a “You look tired, drink this to lighten up” before sashaying into Jungkook’s office with coffee and a pastry in hand. A blueberry scone. The scone that Jungkook likes. The scone that Taehyung used to personally bring to Jungkook before Park Fucking Jimin fucked up his life.

 

On top of all of that, Taehyung doesn’t accompany Jungkook much anymore because Jimin’s always clinging to his side. They talk to each other, but it’s not like it was before.

 

It’s not fair.

 

 


 

 

Taehyung tries to make an effort not to be petty, and for a little while he thinks it's working.

 

The firm hosts company dinner parties every so often, renting out entire restaurants and paying for everything— including an open bar, which Taehyung always takes advantage of.

 

Tonight is no exception. The night started well enough. Taehyung even ironed his shirt and spent way more time than he'd like to admit on YouTube learning how to do some new complicated knot for his tie. (He's wearing the indigo silk one that Jungkook got him for his birthday last year.) But about an hour in, he catches sight of Park Jimin at one side of the bar with his hand on Jungkook’s forearm, laughing at something Jungkook said and it's enough to make Taehyung see red.

 

Instead of confronting his issues like a man, he simpers off to the completely opposite end of the bar and swallows a rum and coke in one shot, pointedly trying not to look at the other end of the bar.

 

It’s at that moment Kim Seokjin, fellow secretary in a different part of the building, slides into place next to Taehyung and orders a glass of wine.

 

(They had wine at dinner but whatever, the wine mom can drink as much wine as he wants.)

 

Taehyung knows Seokjin didn’t just come over here in this particular spot to get a drink, so when Seokjin opens his mouth, Taehyung grumbles and leans into the bar.

 

Seokjin quirks a brow when he receives his glass, watching Taehyung order another drink without hesitation. “What’s got your panties in a bunch, Taehyung?” he asks, casting a glance to the other side of the bar. He clucks his tongue in understanding. “Ah. I see the problem. Jimin, right?”

 

The sigh Taehyung lets out might be a little over dramatic but this isn't his first (or second) drink and he's not very good at hiding his feelings when he's tipsy. “Hyung,” he laments, waving for the bartender to bring him another, “I know Jiminnie is nice and I can't hate him but. . . I just really want him fired.”

 

“And why’s that?”

 

Taehyung's mouth opens and closes like a fish. It's hard to admit out loud how he feels. “ Because ,” he says, exasperated, like Seokjin should know why. “Just . . . Just look. He's too— he's too touchy feely. It's— it's inappropriate.”

 

Seokjin sets down his glass elegantly. “And you’re not? Or, you were, before Jimin showed up.”

 

Taehyung huffs but Seokjin manages a smile. “I’d say you having a crush on your boss is inappropriate but. . .”

 

Half of the swallow of rum and coke almost comes back up Taehyung’s nose. “Wha—? I didn't say— I don't—”

 

The elder has a sly smile on his lips. “Uh-huh, just what I thought.”

 

Taehyung fumbles around, eyes flitting away from Seokjin’s amused gaze. Shit, did he just give himself away?

 

“You're not exactly discreet, Tae. Sorry.”

 

The sound Taehyung makes is like a dying sea lion. He flops over the bar top, face in the crook of his elbow. “My life is over,” he whines.

 

A few people look in Taehyung’s direction and Seokjin nudges him with his wrist. “I don't know why you're so distressed. You're still Jungkook’s secretary, he's not going to replace you—”

 

It's too late now. Taehyung's in a full blown downward spiral and nothing Seokjin says or does is going to fix it. “He is replacing me. Jimin makes the coffee runs. Jimin spends late nights in Jungkook's office with him. Jimin organizes the case paperwork now.”

 

Seokjin leans back, fingers tapping against the bar. “Ah, I see. . .” he sighs, staring down at Taehyung. “Why don't you. . . you know. . . talk to Jungkook about this?”

 

Taehyung sits up so fast he feels the vertebrae in his neck crack. “ Hyung ,” he gasps, affronted. “I could never.

 

“Then I'm afraid I can't help you. You're just going to have to keep moping around and hating Jiminnie until you die.”

 

Seokjin picks up the glass of wine and swiftly departs, deciding for now that Taehyung is a lost cause. He leaves the other secretary there alone to drown in his despair, maybe do something about it, but Taehyung just drinks his worries away with more alcohol and more dagger glares at Jimin even when he’s not with Jungkook.

 

Taehyung’s pretty much drunk by the end of the night and he’s hardly socialized. He’s been wanting to go home since dinner ended, but he has the reasoning to not drive home drunk, so he just decides to drink more and sit at the bar listening to other conversations and staring down Jimin when he gets the chance.

 

However, Jimin leaves early, along with others like Yoongi and regular employees, meaning Jungkook no longer has that leech clinging to him. Taehyung, at that point, is alone at the bar and he jolts upright when a familiar hand clasps him on the shoulder.

 

“Hey, how much have you had to drink?”

 

Even with proverbial ‘beer goggles’ firmly in place, Jungkook looks like a Greek god. His tie is loose around his throat, the top two buttons of his crisp, white shirt undone, hair artfully messed like he'd run his fingers through it. Taehyung’s brain short circuits, the connection to his mouth faulty for a good two seconds before he speaks.

 

“Uh, a bit. A few. A few drinks.”

 

Wow, so eloquent , his mind supplies unhelpfully.

 

Jungkook slips into the bar stool next to Taehyung, resting one of his expensive shoes on the foot rest of the stool. He’s more casual like this, doesn’t look like the cut throat lawyer half these people think he is.

 

“Uh huh. . .” Jungkook’s voice tapers off and Taehyung swallows thickly. “How come you weren’t talking to everyone? Usually you’re chatty and socializing.”

 

“Just. . . tired.” It's a lame excuse and they both know it. “Had a long day today.”

 

There's a little bit of diluted rum and coke that Taehyung swirls around in his glass, staring into it like it will give him answers to his problems.

 

Jungkook doesn’t buy it and he bites his gum, but Taehyung doesn’t notice. “Do you want me to drive you home? Or is Seokjin taking you? I don’t want you driving when you’re. . . drunk.”

 

All the blood in Taehyung's veins freezes. “Oh, oh no. I can get an Uber, it's fine.” Being in an enclosed space with Jeon Jungkook right now would be very Not Fine.

 

To make his point, Taehyung stands up, the bar stool screeching on the floor. He fumbles for his phone, pulling up the Uber app with a nervous giggle.

 

Jungkook watches Taehyung fiddle with his phone and he can’t help but chuckle, a low sound in the back of his throat. “Take it easy, no need to rush,” he rumbles, but Taehyung is already calling a driver. The lawyer stands up from the stool. “Go get some sleep, alright? I’ll see you Monday morning.”

 

“See you Monday!” Taehyung calls over his shoulder, already on his way to the entrance. His voice is not several octaves higher, he swears .

 

The brutal cold of the outside air is mildly sobering, as Taehyung stands outside waiting for his Uber. He's mostly an idiot, because he could be waiting inside where it's warm but the prospect of being anywhere in Jungkook’s vicinity is mildly terrifying, so he'd rather freeze to death, thanks.

 

Maybe he’ll turn into a popsicle before the driver gets there and that will put him out of his misery.

 

 


 

 

 

(Un)fortunately Taehyung doesn't freeze to death and reports to work bright and early the following Monday. He tells himself to stop being a petty ass bitch, that this isn't highschool and Jimin isn't out to steal his man. (Referring to Jungkook as his ‘man’ makes Taehyung squeal a little bit inside.) They're all adults, grown ass men, and Taehyung will act as such.

 

This mentality only lasts until about lunchtime Monday afternoon. It's watching Park Jimin bend over Jungkook's desk in pants that look like they were made for his perky little ass that plunges Taehyung into a bad mood that lasts for the rest of the week.

 

He's distracted, knows that he's not working at peak performance, but he didn't realize exactly how far he'd slipped until Jimin approaches his desk the following week on a Wednesday, two days before Jungkook is going to trial with his next big case.

 

Jimin and Taehyung don’t talk very often except for small chat Jimin tries to engage Taehyung in, but the blonde has sensed the tension whenever he walks past Taehyung at his desk with coffee for Jungkook. Even when Jimin’s there now, Taehyung’s radiating negativity but it’s about to get a whole lot worse.

 

“Taehyung,” Jimin begins, slapping a manila folder down on the desk and startling the brunette. “I hate to start our mornings like this but we have a problem. A huge problem. Take a look at what you’ve typed out and look at what Jungkook’s case is about.”

 

He’s concerned, as indicated by his creased brows and set lips, and he slides the folder over to Taehyung.

 

With a huff, Taehyung swipes the folder off the desk and thumbs it open. Just who does Park Jimin think he is? Some sort of newbie? Taehyung is meticulous with his notes, especially once they've been proofed and sent off to Jungkook—

 

But Jimin is right, Taehyung finds as his eyes scan the page. Things aren't where they're supposed to be, several key facts missing, and there should be an attached transcript of a witness interview but there isn't.

 

More and more mistakes jump out and Taehyung feels his heart drop into his stomach. He's lucky that Jimin caught this before Jungkook looked it over. People have been fired for less.

 

“Ah,” he begins, unsure of what to say really, “I’ll tweak it. Give me thirty minutes.”  

 

Say ‘thank you,’ the disembodied voice of Seokjin prods him, but Taehyung would rather eat glass.

 

“Jungkook is expecting it on his desk in ten.”

 

Taehyung grits his teeth and forces a smile on his face. “Then I'll have it in ten.”

 

Inside he's sweating, because he's going to have to try and re-organize the whole front page and pray that it's easy enough to find that damn transcript—

 

“You won’t be able to finish it in time—” Jimin rambles, and he casts a glance back at Jungkook’s office. “—I can try and stall him. Just. . . give me time.”

 

He backtracks without another word, leaving Taehyung alone with the file and his computer. Jungkook’s in his office already, and Taehyung can catch a glimpse of the lawyer hard at work behind his desk before the door closes behind Jimin and his ass.

 

All pettiness aside, Taehyung gets to work, fingers flying over the keyboard faster than they have in weeks . By the time he has the edits made to the file, it's been nearly twenty minutes and Taehyung’s heart is pounding in his ears when he finally steps into Jungkook’s office.

 

“Here's the file for the Jung case,” he says, placing the file on the desk.

 

Jimin’s standing off to the side nervously, fingers curling around the edge of the files he’s got in his hands. Jungkook looks tired, like he’s stayed up all night, but Taehyung wouldn’t know because he leaves at a more normal time now that he’s been replaced.

 

Jungkook reaches for the file, drawing it closer and flipping it open. The pages are still warm under his fingertips as his eyes scan the documents. Taehyung picks at the bottom of his sweater and pushes up his reading glasses.

 

“It’s good. Better. I can actually present this,” Jungkook sighs, rubbing his temples with one hand.

 

He peers up at Jimin. “Thank you, for catching the mistakes. Don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t looked through it.”

 

Jimin blinks out of his stupor and then shakes his head. “It’s my job. That’s all.”

 

Taehyung's face is hot, chest tight. He knows that Jungkook is disappointed in him, but it stings even worse that Jimin is the one saving the day, and that Jungkook saw fit to compliment him for it in front of Taehyung. He might as well have called Taehyung “useless.”

 

“If there's nothing else. . .?” His voice wobbles at the end and he hates himself for it but there's nothing that can be done.

 

Jungkook turns his head back to Taehyung and shakes his head. “No, that’s all. Thank you, Taehyung. I appreciate it.”

 

With a little half bow, Taehyung retreats from the office, back to the safety of his desk. He still feels like he can't breathe, shame coloring his cheeks. But it's okay. Jungkook could have fired him if he wanted to. He thanked Taehyung for making the changes—

 

When Taehyung looks up, he sees Jungkook pouring over the notes, pointing at something as if he's asking Jimin’s opinion. His stomach turns as Jimin laughs in that disgustingly cute way that has his eyes turning up at the corners. It's when Jimin rests his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and reaches over to gesture at something else on the paper that Taehyung decides he can't take it anymore. He needs air, standing abruptly from his desk without even bothering to grab his jacket and storming off towards the elevators.

 

 


 

 

 

For the next week, Jimin and Jungkook are busy with the Jung case, so neither of them are in the office much. Personally, Taehyung is fine with this. The less he has to see if Park Jimin, the lifewrecker, the better.

 

His workload is always a little lighter when Jungkook is in court for the duration of a trial, but such is the ebb and flow of being a legal secretary. Taehyung takes longer lunches and leaves a little earlier, but he does start to feel a little hollow inside having not spoken to Jungkook much aside from curt emails and texts about work.

 

But on Friday, he stays later than normal. The Jung case is wrapping up which will mean more paperwork and maybe an appeals process depending on the outcome, but Jungkook's schedule is already tightly packed so Taehyung meets some last minute adjustments and ends up in the elevator to the first floor a little after 8 o’clock.

 

Just before the elevator doors close, a small chubby hand sticks through the opening and the doors slide back open. It's Park Jimin with ‘just been fucked’ hair, tie hanging around his neck, and the buttons of his untucked shirt done up unevenly.

 

Taehyung blatantly stares at Jimin. He doesn’t even bother concealing it, and Jimin shifts awkwardly, fiddling with his tie absently. There’s no elevator music and the silence is stifling.

 

“S-sorry. . .” Jimin mumbles, voice so quiet even Taehyung can hardly hear him. The blonde doesn’t meet Taehyung’s eyes and the secretary’s blood begins to boil.

 

“I didn't realize you were here,” Taehyung says icily, eyes focused on where the floor numbers count down. On the inside, a cold sense of dread weighs heavy in the pit of his stomach.

 

“I stayed back. Had. . . work to do. . .”

 

“Work,” he deadpans. Yea, okay . Taehyung didn't think it would hurt so bad, knowing that Jungkook picked Jimin over him, but it feels like someone took a white hot poker to his chest and twisted it until he couldn't breathe.

 

Jimin swallows.

 

The sign from heaven that saves him is the elevator dinging and the doors opening. Jimin’s slow to walk out, and he turns his head back to look at Taehyung. Taehyung’s not getting out, and they just stare at each other for a moment, but then Taehyung shoots forward to smack one of the buttons in the elevator and Jimin stumbles.

 

“Wait—Taehyung—”

 

The elevator doors shut and Jimin’s left all alone on the first floor.

 

Taehyung is visibly shaking as he rides back up to the fifty third floor. He's tired of the bullshit, should've confronted Jungkook about this a long time ago but now he's too late. Jungkook has made his choice.

 

The light in Jungkook’s office wasn't on before but it is now. Taehyung can see the junior partner slouched over his desk and he doesn't know whether to feel relieved or disgusted that whatever it was that Jimin and Jungkook did with each other wasn't in the office because that was a mental image he could definitely live without.

 

Almost everyone else is gone for the night, so the glass door to Jungkook’s office makes a jarring noise when Taehyung slams it open, causing Jungkook's head to snap up.

 

“You—” Taehyung begins, his throat tightening up, a burning sensation behind his eyes. “You asshole .”

 

Jungkook sits up in his chair, pen dropping from his fingers when Taehyung storms towards his desk. He’s confused, eyes resembling saucers, but Taehyung’s too enraged to notice.

 

“Taehyung, what are you—”

 

“No. You listen to me, Jeon Jungkook,” Taehyung cuts him off, planting his palms on the top of the desk and letting months of repressed emotions spill out of him. “I'm— I'm done. I don't want to play games with you or with Park fucking Jimin because I've obviously lost already.”

 

It feels like an alien has taken over his body, the venom in his words even surprising Taehyung himself but he's heartbroken .

 

“Y-You could've said something. Instead you and him— you—”

 

Jungkook’s mind reels but he stands from his chair, stepping aside and reaching for Taehyung. “Sit down, you don’t know what you’re talking about— no, sit down.”

 

Taehyung attempts to interrupt Jungkook and he squirms and snaps at Jungkook when he grabs his arm, but the other male is stronger and he easily drags Taehyung behind the desk. Jungkook shoves him down into the chair by his shoulders and backs up before his secretary lashes out.

 

“Now tell me what it is exactly that you think Jimin and I are doing. Because as far as I know, I’m not involved with him, but you seem to believe the opposite.”

 

Taehyung sucks in air through his teeth. It feels like he's been punched in the stomach because Jungkook is lying to him. “Oh please . I know you better than most people do, so you at least could have the decency not to lie to my face,” he spits. “And maybe have the decency not to fuck around in the office because I know what someone looks like after and Jimin just left here looking like you put him through the ringer.”

 

Jungkook’s jaw tenses and his shoulders square, eyebrows pinching. “So you think I’m lying to you about Jimin and I?” he questions, that stern, direct tone Taehyung recognizes from court surfacing. The lawyer exhales sharply and stares up at the ceiling before refocusing. “I don’t fuck Jimin. Who he fucks in this office is none of my business. I thought he left already, I haven’t seen him in at least an hour. Take a good look at me, Taehyung. If I had sex with someone, wouldn’t I look like I had sex?”

 

He speaks with such conviction and Taehyung wants to believe him, but then he remembers that Jungkook’s entire job depends on being able to make people believe him, even if he's twisting the truth.

 

It's true that Jungkook doesn't look like he's just hooked up with someone. His hair is neat, gelled back off his forehead like he usually wears it for work. The buttons on his shirt are all done up correctly. His mouth doesn't look swollen, no red marks or even sweat to be seen.

 

“Okay. . . Maybe you don't fuck him, but with the way the two of you act—” The tightness in his throat is back. “I've been here longer. I know you better . The only reason Jimin knows what kind of coffee to bring you in the morning is because I told him.”

 

He's getting a little hysterical and it's embarrassing. There's no way he's going to be able to keep his job after making a scene like this.

 

I’m the one that cares about you! I make sure you rest when you're sick and I bought that birthday present for your mom when you forgot and— and I've seen you cry. I saw you cry when we lost that case against that asshole who drove drunk and killed that little boy—”

 

Taehyung’s nearly on the brink of crying, throat constricting and eyes rapidly blinking.

 

“And Jimin. . . Jimin just waltzes in here and takes my place, and it's like— it's like I don't even exist anymore—”

 

Jungkook’s remained silent up until this point, jaw clenched and body strung tight like a bow. But when Taehyung begins to ramble about himself and how he’s being replaced by Jimin, Jungkook can’t take it anymore.

 

“Come on, Taehyung, you know I care about you a lot,” the lawyer urges, “there’s absolutely nothing going on between Jimin and I. I realize that he’s taken up your responsibilities, but I’m. . . I’m preparing him for working for Yoongi. Yoongi doesn’t have a secretary or a paralegal and he’s. . . strict. I’m just trying to help Jimin ease into working for him, not me. His training or whatever the hell it is is almost done, and everything is going to fall back on to you.”

 

Taehyung opens his mouth but Jungkook continues.

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to neglect you or make you feel like you were being replaced. I didn’t think you would be upset or even jealous —” Jungkook, the level-minded, steady lawyer, stumbles on that word, his voice cracking in the sentences that follow. “—but you’re my secretary and you’re more than that and I didn’t mean to be such an asshole. Don’t cry. Please. I'll admit that I'm an asshole and that I haven't been spending time with you but please, just don’t cry.”

 

With the heels of his palms, Taehyung swipes at his eyes. “I'm not gonna cry over you, god ,” he mutters, hopelessly latching onto the fact that Jungkook said he cares and that Taehyung is more than just his secretary.

 

“I’m your boss, I’m ordering you not to cry.”

 

This pulls a shaky laugh from Taehyung, who suddenly feels very drained and silly sitting here in Jungkook’s chair. “I. . . Jimin is going to work for Yoongi,” he repeats to himself, which makes a whole lot of sense really, considering Yoongi was one of the only junior partners without a secretary or a paralegal.

 

“Yes,” Jungkook confirms. “Which means you’re mine as soon as Jimin goes there. He’s a good paralegal, but he can’t compare to my favorite secretary.”

 

Taehyung smiles, it's small but it's there. “Well. . . I sort of feel like an idiot now,” he laughs at himself. “I was going to quit. . . I can't believe myself.”

 

Jungkook manages a smile, though it fades as he shifts and pushes off his desk. “That’s what happens when you jump to conclusions, Tae. Next time, talk to me, alright? Don’t just mope around and complain to employees and avoid the situation.”

 

The lawyer places his hands in front of him, tapping his fingers together. “Anything else you want to say? Now’s the time, since we’re settling all our differences.”

 

Jungkook’s trying to hide the smirk on his mouth and the glisten in his eyes. There’s something else Taehyung wants to say, he’s sure of it.

 

“Uh. . .” Now that Taehyung's made a mess of the whole situation by acting like an overdramatic bitch, he kind of wants to crawl under a rock and stay there. “No. No, I think I'm good now.”

 

“Mm, okay. I’ll walk out with you then.”

 

When Taehyung stands, it's like he forgot how to move his legs and he stumbles a bit, righting himself with a blush on his face. “Look, Jungkook, I'm sorry. I made a big mess out of everything. . .”

 

Jungkook swipes his coat from the back of the chair and he shakes his head, wrapping it around Taehyung’s shoulders since he forgot to bring a coat. Again. “We needed to talk, it’s alright. You must have had a lot of pent up emotions to go at me like that, y’know,” there’s amusement in his voice nonetheless.

 

“That's only the understatement of the year.” Taehyung tucks himself into Jungkook’s coat, inhaling the lingering notes of cologne and he realizes with a jolt that it's the one he'd gotten Jungkook for Christmas.

 

Jungkook’s already shuffling out of the office with Taehyung, sticking the key in the lock and twisting when they’re out. The building is silent, most of the lights are off, and they walk shoulder to shoulder towards the elevator at the end of the hall.

 

Their silence isn’t awkward, not like the silence earlier between Taehyung and Jimin, and Taehyung toys with the sleeves of Jungkook’s coat all the way outside. It is cold, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind.

 

“I'm sorry for calling you an asshole,” Taehyung blurts out when they finally exit the building. The air in front of his mouth is a puff of white smoke.

 

Jungkook thumbs around in his pockets for his car keys. “I deserved it,” he replies with an off-handed little shrug, “because I sort of was an asshole to you by getting too caught up in work. It was unfair, so I’ll say I’m sorry for that too.”

 

“Okay,” Taehyung agrees, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Uh, here, take your coat. I'll just get it dirty or something—”

 

The lawyer reaches for his coat, helping to peel it off Taehyung’s shoulders. He lays it across his forearm but neither one moves away quite yet.

 

Jungkook just stares at Taehyung under the flickering light of the street lamp instead, peering down at his secretary over the bridge of his nose.

 

“So. . .”

 

If this was a drama, this would be the moment that Taehyung steps forward, fists his fingers into the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt, and kisses him while an instrumental plays in the background. He can picture it so clearly, leaning forward, entranced by the number of eyelashes Jungkook has—

 

But Taehyung is also a coward, and shrinks back into himself immediately. “S-So,” he stutters, teeth chattering from the cold. “I'll see you on Monday?”

 

Jungkook almost holds his breath when their noses brush. “Yeah, Monday.”

 

Seconds pass where neither moves again, but Jungkook is the one who musters up the most courage to close that little gap and press their lips together gently, just a small peck, but it’s enough to light fireworks in Taehyung’s mind.

 

This isn’t a drama, but Taehyung’s pretty sure those are butterflies in his throat when they pull back.

 

“I'm pretty sure,” he manages to squeak out, “that this could be construed as sexual harassment.”

 

That statement catches Jungkook off guard and he almost chokes. “Are you kidding me right now, Kim Taehyung?”

 

It's the first time in weeks Taehyung smiles his boxy smile, letting his eyes curve up into crescents.

 

Jungkook smiles wide and shakes his head. “You’ve been jealous this whole time and now you’re saying you can throw sexual harassment at me. You’d better make up your mind.”

 

“Make me,” the brunette teases, sticking out his tongue.

 

Bringing his hand up to Taehyung’s face, Jungkook pokes the brunette on the nose and scrunches his own. “Don’t be a brat,” he replies, backing away, his car beeping from the parking lot. “Think about your actions and I’ll get back to you on Monday.”

 

 


 

 

It turns out the reason that Jimin left looking like such a mess that night had nothing to do with Jungkook and everything to do with Min Yoongi. Taehyung can't say that he isn't relieved once the truth comes out, and in a way he thinks they’ll suit each other: Jimin is bright and sunny where Yoongi is grumpy and aloof. (Although rumor has it Jimin can pull one of the most adorable gummy smiles from the junior partner when he thinks no one is watching.)

 

Jungkook and Taehyung have danced around their mutual attraction for one another ever since that night Taehyung called him an asshole and they kissed (like two awkward highschool virgins.) There's more playful banter between the two of them, more flirting, and several more kisses away from prying eyes.

 

Taehyung has taken to being a cheeky little shit more often than not. His pants are tighter. The top button of his shirt always comes undone towards the end of the day. And he finds every excuse imaginable to bend over in Jungkook’s presence.

 

With Jimin no longer in his office, Jungkook spends more time with Taehyung during the work day, hanging out at his desk chatting with him while sipping coffee or eating the blueberry scone Taehyung went out to buy for him earlier in the morning. Taehyung and Jimin have managed to settle their differences and Taehyung’s much more civil with the blonde than he was previously, which Jungkook has since rewarded him for.

 

Taehyung is back to doing all of his usual work and he couldn’t be happier. He prefers to be active, typing away on the computer or filing paperwork into cabinets. But what he probably likes the most is spending those lonely nights with Jungkook in his office when everyone else has gone home, leaving only the two of them in the building.

 

Most of the time, Jungkook is finishing up his work when he stays late, but Taehyung often stays after hours too just because there’s nothing for him at home.

 

And because he gets alone time with Jungkook.

 

Tonight is one of those nights. Taehyung powers off his computer and waves to Jimin, who is just now leaving for the evening, before slinking into Jungkook's office. The younger is hunched over his desk as usual, so Taehyung sidles up behind him and plants a kiss on his cheek.

 

“All work and no play makes Jungkookie a dull boy,” he coos.

 

Jungkook’s shoulders relax and he tips his head back, smile gracing his lips as he sets his pen down and focuses on Taehyung. “Yeah, but I have to do all this work,” he hums, pecking Taehyung on the chin. “What else do you propose?”

 

“You're a smart boy,” Taehyung teases, “I'm sure you could think of something.”

 

The lawyer chuckles and nudges aside his documents, clearing space on his desk. “Then sit here. I’ll think better when you’re in front of me.”

 

Taehyung clamors onto the desk, perching himself right in the spot where Jungkook usually slaves over paperwork. The bottoms of his feet don't touch the floor, and he has his legs spread wide to accommodate for Jungkook and his chair between them. He likes the way Jungkook is looking at him, eyes dark and hooded.

 

“Gotten any ideas yet?”

 

Jungkook scoots the chair closer and he runs his palms up and down over Taehyung’s thighs, over the thin, tight fabric that clings to his form. Taehyung’s breath hitches from the pleasant sensation, Jungkook’s fingers kneading into the line of muscle on his outer thighs.

 

“I might have an idea or two,” he hums, hands sliding back to cup Taehyung’s ass through the pants, “But these are going to have to come off first.”

 

“Naughty,” Taehyung chides the younger, but he doesn't protest when Jungkook divests him of his belt and undoes the button and zipper holding his pants together. “Someone could see us.”

 

Jungkook smirks slyly as he starts tugging Taehyung’s pants off, his secretary leaning back and letting him practically manhandle him until the slacks are on the floor beside his desk.

 

“You've been wearing the tightest pants on earth and bending down in front of me, Tae,” he states in exasperation, “I don't think you really care if someone sees us. Besides. . .”

 

Jungkook teases the waistband of Taehyung’s boxers, nudging Taehyung’s sweater up as he mouths along the curve of his hip. His eyes are dark and half-lidded when he glances up at the brunette and one hand dips below the waistband, “. . . they’ll see how good you look when I fuck you.”

 

“Jungkook,” the elder breathes, arching up into the lawyer’s touch. He's not wrong. In their short time together Taehyung has discovered that he might have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak in him.

 

Biting on his bottom lip helps to keep any noises inside as Jungkook curls his fingers and gives Taehyung an even stroke from base to tip. “Gonna— gonna fuck me over your desk, Jeon?”

 

“Yeah,” Jungkook murmurs, breath fanning hot over Taehyung’s abdomen, “I'll bend you over my desk, or maybe I'll do it against the glass window.”

 

The windows in Jungkook’s office are glass, spanning floor to ceiling, overlooking the skyline Seoul and other high rise buildings. They're high up, but Taehyung whines in the back of his throat at the thought of being pressed up against the windows as Jungkook fucks him, his cock twitching in Jungkook’s hand from the prospect.

 

“Take everything off for me, Taetae.”

 

Taehyung likes being given orders, tasks to complete, part of the reason he makes such a good secretary. He craves the recognition, the praise that comes after for a job well done. He draws out the motions of pulling his sweater over his head, shaking out his hair which falls messy over his forehead. Next, the dress shirt. Taehyung holds Jungkook gaze as his fingers undo each button, dragging it out slow.

 

Jungkook helps pop open the last two buttons and he shoves Taehyung’s shirt open, lurching forward and tilting his head to kiss along Taehyung’s chest and abdomen, hands slipping out of the boxers and instead working on taking them off. He peppers open mouthed kisses along Taehyung’s tan skin, hands roaming over whatever skin he can touch, tongue swirling over Taehyung’s nipples until the buds harden from his touch.

 

With one hand braced back on the desk, Taehyung uses the other to tangle his fingers into Jungkook’s hair. It's a little stiff with product, but provides an anchor. “ Fuck ,” he swears, knows that the flush over his body must be red against his tanned skin. “And you call me a tease.”

 

Jungkook lets out a muffled laugh into Taehyung’s chest, nipping at the soft flesh near his ribs before retreating. “I'll take that as a compliment.”

 

He yanks at Taehyung’s boxers and soon those join the rest of Taehyung’s clothes on the floor. Jungkook’s still in his full suit, jacket still buttoned and burgundy shirt still tucked in, but Taehyung’s naked and sitting on his cool desk in front of him.

 

Curling his fingers around Taehyung’s hardening cock, Jungkook slowly strokes him base to tip, thumb tracing along the underside vein before pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves under the head that has his secretary inhaling sharply.

 

But it's when Jungkook ducks down and wraps his lips around the crown does Taehyung whine, fingers tightening their grip in his dark locks as Jungkook sucks hard.

 

“Jesus Christ ,” Taehyung gasps, writhing on the desk in Jungkook’s grip. The lawyer’s mouth is hot and wet and it feels like Taehyung’s soul is being sucked out of his body with every bob of Jungkook’s head.

 

When Taehyung’s hard and the salty taste of precum hits his tongue, Jungkook pulls off with a little pop and licks his lips. “I don't usually do the sucking,” he chortles, “consider yourself lucky.”

 

Looking down into Jungkook’s eyes is like staring down a jaguar, and Taehyung has never felt more like prey in his entire life. “O-Oh, well aren't I special ,” he stutters.

 

“Mm, you are,” Jungkook confirms before he's wrapping his lips around Taehyung again.

 

He knows he's not the best, Taehyung’s surely better than him, but Taehyung squirms and moans and yanks at his hair when Jungkook bobs his head and laps at the leaking tip before repeating the whole process over again. He does gag a little bit if he takes it too fast, saliva welling up in his mouth, only making the glide of his lips over Taehyung’s cock easier.

 

It doesn't take very long and Taehyung kicks at the edge of Jungkook’s chair. “Stop, stop , Jungkook, shit .”

 

Pulling off, Jungkook sits back up in his chair and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes bore into Taehyung’s and the brunette shivers, caught like prey in the lion’s trap.

 

“Don't want me to finish you off?” he asks, voice raspy and definitely an octave lower.

 

Taehyung shakes his head. “Want you in me. Come on .”

 

“Need to prep you first,” Jungkook points out, standing from his chair for the first time since Taehyung’s been here. He smooths out the wrinkles of his suit and bends down to open one of the drawers of his desk, rummaging around for a second before pulling out a small bottle and a shiny foil packet. Making a mess in his office is a no-no.

 

“Spread your legs or get off and bend over for me. I’ll let you choose.”

 

Jungkook grabs the lube and spreads some over his fingers, warming it up as Taehyung adjusts, leaning back on the desk and letting his legs fall out to the sides.

 

“Like this?”

 

Jungkook swears quietly and nods, situating himself in front of Taehyung. He rests his palm along the underside of Taehyung’s thigh and drags a finger over his perineum before slowly sinking one finger past his rim. “Just like that,” Jungkook mumbles, stopping once his finger is to the knuckle, Taehyung’s walls squeezing down on the digit as he begins to move.

 

One finger isn’t enough and soon it becomes two. Jungkook scissors them, reaching deep to find that spot that has Taehyung whining and writhing. But, Jungkook’s sturdy hand keeps Taehyung anchored, and he’s not going anywhere.

 

The secretary grits his teeth and pleads for a third, which Jungkook so happily gives to him, spreading Taehyung wide with three fingers he thrusts in and out steadily, crooking them until he finally rubs against Taehyung’s prostate. With a cheerful little “Found it,” Jungkook continues to stroke over that spot, Taehyung’s hips rocking down on his fingers for the contact.

 

“Con-congratulations,” Taehyung hisses, nails scraping into the desktop. “Now, get in me, Jungkook, seriously. Save the prostate massaging for another t-time.”

 

He whines audibly when the lawyer withdraws his fingers, gaping around nothing until his hole flutters closed. Jungkook goes to undo his tie and Taehyung stops him with a dismissive noise.

 

“Keep your clothes on,” the elder murmurs, flushing because it's dirty and he likes the idea of being the one laid bare while Jungkook fucks him mostly clothed.

 

Jungkook stares at Taehyung quizzically but withdraws his hands from his tie. He’s not too keen on wearing the suit out of displeasure of getting it soiled, but Taehyung is looking at him expectantly through his heavy lidded eyes and long, fluttering lashes.

 

So he keeps it on.

 

“Better not get anything dirty, Tae,” he exhorts, undoing his belt with the distinct clicking of metal and soft pull of the zipper echoing in the office. “Or else I might just take it out of your paycheck.”

 

Jungkook drips lube over his fingers again and twists his hand around his cock, letting Taehyung have the honors of tearing open the condom wrapper and handing the condom over.

 

He’s very nit picky about his office space, doesn’t like things to be out of place or messed up, but right now he’s got his secretary sprawled over his desk naked, office supplies teetering dangerously close to the edge and manila folders pushed to the side.

 

It’s a mess.

 

And he doesn’t want to think about what it would be like to have semen stained into the polished mahogany surface.

 

After rolling the condom on, Jungkook hikes Taehyung’s legs higher, hooking his ankles over his shoulders and rubbing his cock over Taehyung’s rim teasingly. Jungkook’s strong, holds Taehyung firmly in place as he guides himself inside, listens to the scraping of Taehyung’s nails into his desk as he spears him open.

 

Taehyung is vocal, dropping down to his elbows and keening at the burn. “God, fuck —”

 

When Jungkook finally bottoms out inside of him with a lewd sounding squelch, Taehyung collapses onto his back, knocking over a stack of files to the floor.

 

The stack of files grabs Jungkook’s attention for a few seconds but Taehyung is rocking his hips, desperate mewl falling from his mouth, and Jungkook refocuses. He waits for a minute, gives Taehyung some time to adjust, before Taehyung’s barking at him to move.

 

Fuck, you’re tight,” Jungkook pants, drawing back and thrusting forward. His jacket is making him warm, but he doesn’t take it off; instead he drives his cock into Taehyung to build a steady rhythm. The desk is sturdy enough not to creak, but Jungkook drags Taehyung closer so his ass is flush against Jungkook’s pelvis every time their bodies meet.

 

Jungkook dives between their bodies and tests Taehyung’s flexibility when he’s nearly bent in half. The choked off moan Taehyung releases is swallowed up by Jungkook when they kiss feverishly, all teeth and tongue with no finesse. Taehyung’s mouth is hot and inviting and Jungkook nips at the swell of his lips for more access.

 

Taehyung’s arms loop around Jungkook’s neck and tug him down, fingers holding on tight to the lawyer’s jacket. Jungkook drapes himself over Taehyung’s chest and his hands dig into soft flesh as he hauls them off from the desk, a little squeak interrupting their kiss.

 

“J-Jungkook what are y—”

 

Without a reply, Jungkook steps back, holding Taehyung in his arms as he settles in his chair, cock still deep inside the brunette. The chair creaks in protest at their combined weight but Jungkook’s hands smack down on Taehyung’s ass and grab him afterwards. When their eyes meet, the secretary shivers. There’s a primordial look in Jungkook’s blown eyes, little bits and pieces of hair framing his face as the gel fails to hold up.

 

He’s stunning.

 

The top buttons of his silky shirt have come undone by now, popped open to reveal his damp chest and expanse of his unblemished throat. Taehyung so desperately wants to mark him with his teeth or his nails, muss up Jungkook’s hair with his long fingers and stare into those dark eyes when he’s being fucked within an inch of his life.

 

Jungkook’s nails dig into Taehyung’s body and the brunette pants, waiting for the command that is his job to follow.

 

Ride me.

 

With Jungkook’s feet bracing against the wheels, the chair won't roll, so Taehyung can still reach back to grab the edge of the desk, using it as leverage as he fucks himself back on the younger’s cock. This new angle makes Taehyung’s legs shake, and he can take Jungkook even deeper than before, letting out ragged breaths every time his ass smacks against Jungkook’s thighs.

 

There's an orgasm already simmering low in Taehyung’s belly, and he makes the mistake of looking down, watching himself swallow up Jungkook’s cock, and he nearly cums just from that. “O-oh god.”

 

Jungkook’s not far behind and he grinds his hips into Taehyung. His hands move from his ass to his spread thighs, muscles twitching and tightening under the pads of his fingers, eyes flickering up to watch Taehyung toss his head back and expose the curve of his throat as Jungkook takes the lead once again.

 

“You look so good bouncing on my cock,” Jungkook praises, “you’re so damn good for me.”

 

It's the praise that pushes Taehyung over the edge, and he holds himself in place, letting Jungkook fuck him through it as he cums in white ribbons over his own stomach. There's an impossible arch in his spine, head thrown back with trembling thighs, the only thing keeping him from falling is the grip he has on the desk and Jungkook's hands on his body.

 

Jungkook holds Taehyung in place and thrusts his hips up quickly, the oversensitive secretary in his hands whimpering and trembling. With a soft growl, Jungkook cums, spilling into the condom with his hips pressed right up against Taehyung. He relaxes, but Taehyung’s still weak and about to fall over, so he reaches out for him and plants a kiss on his mouth.

 

“I’ll. . . let you rest on me after you clean yourself off.”

 

Taehyung huffs. “Rude. . .” He's a little wobbly, but he manages to reach down and close his fingers around Jungkook and the condom, sliding off and finally planting his feet back on solid ground. “Afraid I'll stain your shirt?” he teases the younger, wrinkling his nose as the cum on his stomach starts to slide down.

 

Jungkook straightens. “Yeah, actually,” he grumbles, motioning for Taehyung to discard the condom as he tucks himself back into his pants, rezipping and buckling until he’s back to normal.

 

Well, for the most part.

 

His hair hangs in front of his face and he brushes it back as Taehyung wipes himself off with the tissues from Jungkook’s desk. When he’s done, Taehyung hops right into Jungkook’s lap and the lawyer grunts from the pressure, which earns him a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

 

You ,” Taehyung accuses, poking the younger in the chest, “are a kinky little shit.”

 

Jungkook scrunches his nose, wrapping an arm around Taehyung’s waist. “Me? You’re the one with the exhibition streak, wearing those tight pants all the time and touching me and grabbing my ass when I’m by your desk—”

 

He's silenced by another kiss, this time to his mouth. “Shhhh,” Taehyung quiets him with a smile. “This isn't a competition.”

 

The lawyer wants to argue, but Taehyung’s lips are soft and he can’t complain. They almost engage in a makeout session, taking their time between their kisses unlike their heated kisses from earlier, and Jungkook pecks Taehyung’s lips once as he draws him in closer by his waist.

 

“Are you free next Friday? I mean after work, since you know, you work here and I know your work schedule because I assigned it to you, but after that.

 

“Hmm. . . I'll have to check my schedule.”

 

Jungkook can’t tell if Taehyung’s serious or not, but he pokes Taehyung’s cheek with a smile.

 

“Well, I hope you clear up your calendar because I’m taking you out to dinner. At that real fancy place.The restaurant with the good wine.”

 

Oooh . I can clear my non-existent schedule for that,” the elder replies with a grin. “I'm sure I have a pair of tight pants that fit the dress code there.”

 

Now that pulls a laugh out of Jungkook, a warm, hearty laugh that sits well with Taehyung. “Not too tight, because I’ll have to peel them off you after dinner,” he jokes, stroking over Taehyung’s hip bones. “Then it’s a date. A fancy date, not whatever ones I’ve taken you out on already.”

 

“We could get fast food and I would be happy,” Taehyung hums, pecking the lawyer again on the mouth. “What time should I be ready?”

 

“How about. . . 7. I’ll pick you up.”

 

“It's a date then.”

 

They lay around for awhile before Taehyung redresses and they fix themselves before leaving the building. Taehyung’s a little wobbly on his feet, but Jungkook hooks an arm around the elder’s waist in the elevator, rubbing small circles as they walk out together. It’s cold, but walking shoulder to shoulder helps, plus Jungkook’s coat around Taehyung’s shoulders blocks out the chill.

 

Jungkook walks Taehyung to his car and holds the door open for him, accepting his coat back. He leans into the door towards Taehyung and presses his lips to the brunette’s, just a sweet peck that leaves butterflies in their bellies.

 

“Sleep well, Taetae.”

 

“I will. You too, Jungkookie,” he replies, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Oh, and don't forget, you're meeting with Yoongi tomorrow about the big merger. I'll bring coffee.”

 

“Alright, sounds good,” Jungkook hums, smiling and standing. “I can always count on the best secretary in the world to take care of me. What would I do without you?”

 

Taehyung visibly shudders and sticks out his tongue. “That's something I don't even want to think about.”

 

Jungkook laughs. “Okay, okay, fine. But you’re still the best.”

 

“You're so gross , Jeon.” But they both know Taehyung loves to hear it.

 

With another goodnight kiss and a little more bantering, Jungkook gently shuts the car door and he waves as he walks back to his car, smiling to himself the whole time, even when he’s behind the wheel driving home.

 

Taehyung is an amazing secretary, always looking out for Jungkook and caring for his passion, but he lights up any room he steps into with his heart shaped smile and charming giggles.

 

Jungkook might be a little bit whipped for Taehyung, but that’s okay.

 

He only falls head over heels for the best anyways.