Chapter Text
*Three months later*
It was already light out when Taehyung's eyes finally fluttered open. He squinted, trying to adjust from his deep sleep. Why Seokjin never had the black out curtains closed was beyond him.
Taehyung knew before looking that Seokjin was already up. If there was a race to see who woke up first, Seokjin or the sun, well the sun never won.
The sound of dishes clanging in the kitchen prompts Taehyung to roll himself out of bed and head for the shower. After a quick rinse off and a new set of clothes, he shuffless into the kitchen to find Seokjin making breakfast.
This had become a new ritual for them, the night tucked in bed together, the morning sitting at the table eating a delicious meal prepared by Seokjin. It felt domestic, and Taehyung could almost convice himself that they were more than just employee/boss with benefits.
He had finally broken down and told his friends about his feelings for Seokjin and his current situation, followed by which they dramatically gossiped about how employee/ceo relationships never worked because of class differences. They were so wrapped up in the excitement of this 'forbidden' love, that Taehyung had decided not to remind them that he also came from wealth and prestigue. In reality, their families were equals, and Taehyung would in no way be a match 'below' Seokjin.
No, the problem didn't lie in their social status or bank accounts. The issue was Seokjin's inablity to allow anyone in. Taehyung had been trying for close to a year now, but every time he felt somewhat close, Seokjin would push him away. And as the year was coming to an end, Taehyung was starting to feel desperate for some sort of sign from Seokjin that he wanted Taehyung in his life beyond the two remaining months.
Sure, the sex was great. No, more than great. But Taehyung wanted it all from Seokjin. He'd be willing to give up almost anything to have it.
"Earth to Tae," Seokjin's voice slices through his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Breakfast is ready. Come sit down."
"I'm not hungry," Taehyung lies, suddenly feeling like he needed to escape.
"To hell you're not. I just slaved in the kitchen for you, now sit your cute little ass down in the chair." Seokjin insists, his eyes narrowing in on Taehyung, a slight smirk on his face.
"It's not my fucking fault you wake up before the sun. Shit, I said I wasn't hungry. Get over it." Taehyung turns to grab his coat, but Seokin's hand wrapping around his bicep stops him.
"What, you let me fuck you and then you leave? What am I, an easy lay?" Taehyung can tell Seokjin is teasing him now, and his guard drops a little bit.
"Fine. I'll eat," he grumbles, pulling his arm away from Seokjin and plopping down in his usual spot at the dining table.
"That's my good baby," Seokjin cooes teasingly, sliding into the chair across from Taehyung.
"Fuck you." Taehyung shoots back, but he can't help the small smile from dancing across his lips.
"Ah, you like being praised. It works every time."
"You're an ass."
"You have a sexy ass."
Taehyung stares at Seokjin for a moment before they both burst out in a fit of laughter. It seems to be enough to lighten the atmosphere and they enjoy the rest of their breakfast in peace.
"I should go home tonight," Taehyung comments as they are carrying the dishes to the kitchen.
"Hmm, why?" Seokjin pouts in response.
"Well, I haven't been home in like...5 days," Taehyung counts on his fingers. "I need to change my clothes."
"Fine, but bring more clothes this time so you don't have to worry about it. Bring them all!" Seokjin makes the statement as if it's completely logical.
"Bring them all? Are you asking me to move in?" Taehyung's tone is half joking half serious.
"Wh-what? N-No of course not!"
"Whoa calm down! Sorry for offending you so deeply!"
Taehyung turns away, annoyed that his eyes feel wet and his bottom lip is quivering. He should be used to this type of behaviour from Seokjin at this point, it should be getting easier. But its not. Instead, it gets harder every day.
"Tae..." Seokjin approaches him from behind, wraps his arms around Taehyung's waist, his chin resting on Taehyung's shoulder. "I'm sorry. That wasn't a nice way to react."
"It's fine. It was clearly a joke..." Taehyung resists wiping his face with the back of his hand. He doesn't want Seokjin to see how affected he was.
"Was it though?" Seokjin's voice is soft, almost a whisper.
Taehyug feels a desperation rising in his gut, a question fighting to escape off his tongue, threatening to spill out of his lips. He tries to fight it, but his emotions are making it hard to think clearly and he spits out the words.
"Will you ever love me?"
His eyes squeeze shut as soon as the words breathe out into the air, can feel Seokjin's muscles tense as his arms drop down from around Taehyung's waist.
"Taehyung...I..."
Taehyung doesn't turn around, the tone in Seokjin's voice says it all. He clenches his hands into fists, his stomach threatening to bring up the breakfast he just fed it.
"Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have asked. I already knew the answer."
Taehyung runs towards the front door, pulls it open before slipping out into the hallway. He frantically pushes the elevator button, but why he does is a mystery to him. Seokjin isn't coming. He has never chased him and he never will.
He's already outside when he realizes he left his car keys, wallet and phone inside Seokjin's penthouse.
"FUCK!!!"
A woman passing by with her children glares at him and he quickly apologizes.
Going back upstairs isn't an option, so Taehyung starts walking down the road to his favourite coffee shop. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat as he enters, everything in the space reminds him of Seokjin. They discovered this place together, and they frequented it every Sunday morning on their day off.
Taehyung approaches the counter and the barista asks him if he would like his regular.
"Um, well, I actually don't have my wallet. Or my phone. Do you think I could use your phone?"
"Oh of course, Mr. Kim. Just a second."
The barista runs into the back and grabs the cordless phone and hands it to Taehyung. He stares at it for a moment, realizing he doesn't really know any of his friend's numbers. They are all saved in his phone and he's had no reason to memorize them.
He dials the only number he knows by heart, Seokjin's secretary. She starts work an hour before Taehyung, so he knows she's already at the office.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jihan, um...do you think you could call a taxi for me? I don't have my phone on me."
"Um...of course. But couldn't you just wave one down?" Taehyung tries to ignore the edge of suspicion in her voice. He obviously isn't about to explain to her that he spent the night fucking her boss and left after having an emotional breakdown.
"Well, I don't have my wallet either. So could you charge it to my expense account and I'll refund it when I get in the office?"
"Um..." She seems hesistant, but Taehyung knows he outranks her and she will do it, even if she's being weird about it right now.
"Great, I'm at Han Bakery on 17th. Thanks!" He hangs up before she can question him further.
He hands the phone back to the barista and then orders a tea and charges it to Seokjin's account. The asshole might as well pay for his drink after using him for a good fuck night after night.
The taxi arrives about ten minutes later, and Taehyung climbs inside. While waiting, he had realized he has another dillemma.
No house keys.
"Um, take me to Kim Enterprises please."
He has no choice but to go straight to work. At least he's wearing different clothes than yesterday.
Once he arrives, he drags himself into the elevator and up the 12 levels to the administrative floor. Employees greet him as he winds his way through the cubicles. He does his best to offer them at least a wave in reponse, but he feels exhausted, physically and emotionally. At the end of the hallway, he swipes his badge at the executive elevator, which is only permitted for access by a select number of employees.
His desk sits on the 13th floor, along with Jihan's and Yoojin's. He plops down, ignoring Jihan's suspicious glances. He's sure he looks awful, but right now he doesn't care.
His computer takes a minute to warm up, so he goes through some loose paperwork on his desk. Seokjin has a meeting at 10, so he's sure he will be arriving soon. How to ignore him is the question he needs to solve before then.
The elevator dinging lets him know he's run out of time. He stands, along with the two secretaries, and bows when Seokjin enters the room. He nods in greeting to the two ladies but doesn't even look at Taehyung, just walks straight to his office door.
"Taehyung. My office. Now."
Taehyung shivers at the tone in his voice, knows there's no way to pretend he didn't hear that.
"I need to fax this paperwork to finance by 9," He's proud of himself for not stuttering.
"Yoojin. Send the documents."
"Of course, Sir." Yoojin scurries to Taehyung's desk and takes the papers from his hand. Taehyung glares at her, but she refuses to make eye contact. He can't really blame her, but he's still annoyed.
"Taehyung. I won't say it again. In my office. Now."
Seokjin pushes both doors open, doesn't look back as he enters his office. Taehyung shoots a silent prayer up to the sky. The look of pity on both secretaries' faces doesn't escape him.
He takes one final breath, places on his 'confident, I don't give a fuck' mask, and enters the room.
Seokjin is already sitting at his desk, browsing through some files. Taehyung can't help but to take him in. His hair is parted to the side, a loose strand falling down on his forehead. A perfectly tailored suit cinches around him in all the right places and Taehyung allows his memory to recall what his body looks like naked, what it feels like to have Seokjin's big, hard cock stuffed inside h...
"Sit."
"I'd rather stand."
"I'm sorry," Seokjin looks up at him, his eyes dark. "Did I ask what you preferred?"
Taehyung glares.
"Sit. I won't repeat it again."
"Or what?" Taehyung doesn't know why he says it, but he's suddenly feeling defiant.
"You just ran out of my apartment without your phone, money or keys before I had a chance to even respond to you, and now you're standing here acting like a brat that wants to be fucked. You're giving me fucking whiplash."
Taehyung can hear the annoyance in Seokjin's voice, knows he's probably right, but in the moment, he doesn't care. The pain in his chest from Seokjin's rejection is too heavy, too much, and he wants to replace it with any other pain.
"Well, join the fucking club," he spits back.
Seokjin's eyes narrow, his muscles clench under his fitted jacket. "I'm giving you the opportunity to talk, so let's talk."
"I'd rather fuck." Whether that's true or not, Taehyung refuses to investigate further. All he knows is he needs an escape from the hurt that's weighing down his heart like an anchor stuck on rocks in a storm.
"Fine. If that's what you want..." Seokjin stands, lets his suit jacket drop to the floor and rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Taehyun feels heat spread all through his body. No matter how annoyed he is with Seokjin, his body always reacts this way. He can't imagine there would ever be a time he wouldn't want Seokjin all over him, inside of him.
"Come here."
This time Taehyung obeys. Seokjin unbuckles his belt, slips the button of his dress pants through their hole. The sound of his zipper fills the quiet air.
Taehyung stop in front of him, looks at him with eager eyes.
"On your knees." Seokjin demands, and Taehyung loves this version of him. He drops to his knees and lifts his eyes to meet Seokjin's.
"So pretty, down on your knees for me like a good boy." Taehyung's cock twitches at the comment. "Now open your mouth, let me see your pretty little throat."
Taehyung whimpers, but does as he's told.
"Now, I'm going to fuck that tight, little throat of yours." Seokjin threads his hands through Taehyung's hair, taps his thigh to remind Taehyung of their safe signal. Taehyung nods in response, but keeps his mouth open in anticipation. Seokjin releases his cock and guides it to Taehyung's mouth, runs the tip along his lower lip. Taehyung lets out a small moan and Seokjin's eyes darken. He pulls Taehyung's head back and pushes his cock inside. Taehyung's eyes squeeze shut as his throat tries to adjust to the sudden intrusion.
"Look at me." Seokjin's voice is demanding, and Taehyung immediately obeys, his cock hardening in response. Seokjin starts moving his cock in and out, further and further into his throat each time, until Taehyung is gagging and gurgling around his shaft. He quickens his pace, is far from gentle, although Taehyung can tell he's still trying not to hurt him. Taehyung tries to push the thought away, the idea that Seokjin does care about him. The point of having Seoking use him like this was to escape from those thoughts, yet here he is with Seokjin's cock halfway down his throat and tears falling down his cheeks as he realizes Seokjin will never be his. Not in the way he wants.
He lets the tears fall, let's them blend in with the moans and whines coming from his chest, the sweat running down his forehead, lets Seokjin use his throat until he's done, cum shooting inside and filling his mouth, running down his chin. When Seokjin pulls his cock out, he places his hands on either side of Taehyung's head, pulls him up so he's at equal height. Seokjin leans his forehead against Taehyung's, runs his fingers through his hair.
"Taehyung..." His voice is soft, soothing. Taehyung wipes away a tear with the back of his hand. "I want to talk about earlier. Please."
Taehyung nods, his forehead still pressed against Seokjin's. Soekjin uses his thumb to wipe the last of Taehyung's tears away.
"Let me go wash up and then we will talk," Seokjin says gently as he releases Taehyung.
"Okay."
Seokjin slips into the on suite bathroom, and Taehyung slumps in the chair at the sound of the running water. He knows it's time to talk, but he's scared to know what Seokjin is going to say.
He starts playing through how he will respond to the rejection when a phone rings. His eyes scan the desk, and he spots his phone and keys sitting beside Seokjin's. He picks up his phone, still ringing, and answers it.
"Hello?"
Seokjin slides open the door and steps back into the office just as Taehyung answers the call.
"What? What do you mean?!" Taehyung's voice is urgent, and he immediately stands. "Where?"
Seokjin approaches him, places a hand on his shoulder and meets his eyes with a look of concern.
"I'm coming..." Taehyung hangs up the phone, heads for the door.
"Taehyung, stop. What's wrong?"
"I have to go!"
"Where?"
"I just have to go."
"Taehyung, you're in no state to drive. Please let me take you. Tell me what's wrong." Seokjin's voice is urgent now, especially when he notices the tears running down Taehyung's face.
"Taehyung."
Taehyung turns to look at him. His eyes are big, as if in shock, glazed as if in another world.
"It's my mother. She's...she's dead."