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“You know, maybe you should just give up. Tae, it’s been two years that you’ve been throwing yourself at your boss and he hasn’t taken the bait. Maybe he just isn’t interested. That’s a possibility, you know?”
Taehyung flopped back on the chaise lounge in his closet. “I would be more inclined to agree with you, Chim, if I hadn’t seen the way he watches me. I know he wants me, I just don’t know how to make things happen. If he’d even so much as give me an excuse as to why he doesn’t act, I’d take it, but he just ignores any advance I make.”
Jimin gave him a sympathetic look and sat down next to him. Taehyung was sure his best friend, and soulmate, was tired of hearing about this, but who the hell else was he supposed to talk to? He’d started working at Min Enterprises a little over two years ago, in the mail room. He’d met the owner and CEO, Min Yoongi, by accident. He’d only been hired for two months when he’d been pushing his cart through the isles of cubicles, laughing with other employees, when he’d turned the corner and yelped when his cart ran straight into someone’s leg.
Taehyung had started apologizing immediately, bowing and moving away. The man he’d hit had been silent, just staring at him until Taehyung righted himself and met his gaze. His eyes had gone wide at the sight of their CEO standing before him. He’d seen pictures of the man when he’d been looking up information about the company but no picture could have prepared him for how he looked in real life. His pictures portrayed him harshly, cold and sharp, and Taehyung could believe that Yoongi was a hardass, but his features were anything but hard. No, his longish hair curled sweetly against his shoulders and his lips looked soft as silk. His eyes had held something akin to amusement as he looked Taehyung over. Yoongi had put his hands into the pockets of his black slacks, feline eyes roving over him, before he’d turned to one of the two mountains of men that followed him.
“Bring him to my office after my meeting.” Was all he’d said and two hours later Taehyung had found himself standing on the top floor, in front of Yoongi’s desk. He had been so sure he was getting fired. He’d even packed up his own things from the little desk he’d been given.
But Yoongi had surprised him again. “I hope you didn’t run over anyone else in the last few hours. I don’t want to pay for hospital bills.” He’d said, a smirk curving his lips as Taehyung stood with his hands clasped in front of him. “What’s your name?”
“K- Kim Taehyung, sir.”
“Hm. I’ll have a nameplate made for your desk. Tomorrow you need to be here by seven at the very latest. Report straight to me, here. And dress nicely. I don’t mind the rest of the staff dressing more casually but my secretary needs to look professional for my meetings and appearances. You can take the rest of the day off if you need to go shopping. Here.” Yoongi slid a black credit card across the desk. “Since it’s short notice. Buy a few outfits and I’ll see you tomorrow, secretary Kim.”
Taehyung had picked up the card on autopilot, too stunned to understand what was happening, and immediately called Jimin after leaving the building.
It had been two years since Yoongi had forcefully promoted him. Taehyung hadn’t known the first thing about being a secretary, especially to someone as busy as a CEO, but Yoongi had taught him and molded him into exactly what he wanted and Taehyung would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the rush of his job.
And Yoongi let him get away with way more than he should. He seemed to be unable to say no to Taehyung’s pout. At least, most of the time. That’s why Taehyung still had that black card in his wallet. He’d taken it upon himself to push at the rules for his dress code too. Taehyung had shown up one day in a pencil skirt and pumps, just to see how Yoongi would react. His boss had looked him up and down, then proceeded to ask about his morning meetings. Yoongi was never outright flirty towards him but the way his gazes would linger, and the way he doted on him, told Taehyung everything he needed to know.
He had learned more about Yoongi too, just by being constantly glued to his side. Yoongi had never been married, didn’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend, and wasn’t trying to date. So Taehyung never felt guilty for the way he tried to subtly flirt with him. Even if Yoongi never reciprocated.
But Taehyung was getting tired of being rejected when he could so easily see how much his boss wanted him.
“Well, soulmate, I wish you all the luck in the world, but unfortunately I need to get going. Not to rub it in your face, but my fiance is waiting for me.” Jimin laughed, getting up from the lounge before Taehyung could swat him with the pillow. He wasn’t truly upset; How could he be when his best friend had met his other half? Taehyung loved how Jimin and Jungkook looked together, too. Jimin with all his angelic delicateness and Jungkook with his arms full of tattoos. Taehyung was fairly certain he’d never seen Jungkook in any color but black. The two never looked like they belonged together but Taehyung had never seen anyone who looked more meant to be.
“Yeah, yeah. Go back to your boy toy. I’m glad that you were able to spend the night, Chim. I needed this. Thank you, and thank Kook for me too.”
“Of course. I’ll always be here when you need me. Kookie understands that. No worries. Be good at work tomorrow, yeah? Don’t be too harsh on your boss.”
Taehyung grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll treat him right.”
Jimin only rolled his eyes and left the room. A handful of minutes later he heard his apartment door beep, letting him know it had locked itself, and he laid back again, feeling the sudden emptiness of the room around him. He hated how alone he always felt in his own home. He should have stayed in the shoebox apartment he’d been living in when he first started working at Min Enterprises, but with the pay increase, he’d thought he should find somewhere nicer to live. Now it felt like he was living in a museum. So impersonal.
This was one of his extremely rare days off and Taehyung didn’t want to spend it alone. Even being surrounded by strangers would be better than sulking in his solitude. So he got himself up and got dressed. He needed a boost; needed people to look at him. After so many months of trying to get Yoongi’s attention on him, he was feeling a bit insecure. Yoongi wasn’t the only one he could get attention from though. Taehyung took a shower and blow dried his hair, fluffing it up so it looked even more soft. He added just a hint of darker eyeshadow and called it good. He didn’t like wearing too much makeup. It always made his skin feel heavy. Back in his closet, he pulled on a pair of tight, black leather pants. He decided on a plain white tank top and wore a jean jacket over it. Then he grabbed a long, thin scarf, tying it off around his neck. He put a belt through the loops of his pants and grabbed a pair of higher heeled black boots. Taehyung knew his legs looked miles long when he wore heels and he wanted to turn heads and maybe break a few hearts.
Before leaving the house, he sent a text off to Jimin to let him know where he was going. Better safe than sorry. Taehyung truly was grateful that Jungkook understood their relationship and never accused him of trying to monopolize Jimin’s time.
His driver (Yoongi had decided it was necessary to hire one for him) drove him to the club without a word. Taehyung took a few selfies along the way to post to his social media. He tried to post anytime he was out alone just to alleviate the anxiety that his best friend would have over him potentially getting kidnapped. He’d even sent Jimin selfies from the showers of the one night stands he’d gone home with. Jungkook always laughed at the way Jimin would fake gag seeing him half naked. The club was busy but the line had died way down so he waited no longer than ten minutes to get inside. Inside, the air was already hot and muggy with the amount of people. Taehyung felt his tank top trying to stick to his skin as he made his way through the throng of people and into the center of the dancefloor. He just wanted to lose himself in the beat. The music was loud, the lights low, and it didn’t take long to find a pair of hands fitted to his hips. He didn’t bother looking back at the man, knowing he’d just be disappointed when it wasn’t his boss.
Taehyung let the man touch him and dance with him for a few songs, liking the way he felt small and delicate in much bigger hands.
“Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?” The guy whispered against his ear, breath already smelling of liquor.
Sweetheart. What would it sound like to have Yoongi’s deep voice rasp the endearment to him just like this?
“Sure. Something strong.”
Taehyung would be the first to admit that maybe he’d overdone it. He giggled to himself as he made his way out of the club and tried his damnedest to hail a taxi. Club-guy had been very generous with the free alcohol and Taehyung had taken full advantage. He’d even let the man grope him a bit but he’d slipped away with a quiet thank you when the man tried to kiss him. He didn’t do kissing. Not on the mouth anyway. Once he’d fallen into the taxi, Taehyung gave the driver the address to his apartment and sat back to watch the world outside his window fade into a blur. It wasn’t until the car stopped in front of the main building of Min Enterprises that Taehyung realized he’d fucked up the address.
He almost said something to the driver but decided if he was here, he might as well make the most of it. It was only seven in the evening after all, Yoongi would still be in his office, probably. So he paid the driver and wobbled his way out of the car. No one tried to stop him as he used his key to make the elevator go straight to the top floor. Most everyone was gone at this time so the rest of the floor was dark but he could still see the light on in Yoongi’s office. He was grinning like an idiot as he pushed his way inside but the smile fell from his face when he realized the room was empty. Taehyung pouted, walking around to Yoongi’s chair. The CEO must have been getting ready to leave, too, because his desk had been cleared off, his bag packed and sitting next to the desk.
An idea went through Taehyung’s vodka soaked mind and he hopped up onto the desk. The dark wood was cool against his legs and hands and Taehyung loosened the tie around his neck before leaning back on the hard surface. He let his eyes slip closed, imagining his boss finding him like this. What would Yoongi do? Probably ignore him and leave. But Taehyung so badly wanted a different reaction. He wanted the man to lose that stoic facade and give in to the want in his eyes. He imagined Yoongi’s hands skimming up his thighs, squeezing him with strong hands. He wanted those fingers to undo his belt, tie his wrists together with it. A moan lodged itself in his throat and he raised his arms above his head, just like Yoongi would. His back arched off the desk, raising one knee just so he could bend further.
“Holy shit. Taehyung?”
Taehyung turned his head to see Yoongi standing in the doorway of his office, eyes trained on his body. The heat in his gaze left him whining, hips lifting slightly from the desk.
“Taehyung, what are you doing here?” Yoongi asked as he got closer to the desk. “Have you been drinking? I can smell it on you.”
“Just a little bit.” Taehyung giggled, sitting up to look at the man better. “I came to see you, CEO Min Yoongi. That guy at the club…it wasn’t right. His hands weren’t right. Not big enough, not strong enough. They weren’t yours. Can’t you put your hands on me instead? I want them on me. Want you to touch me.”
Had he been more sober, Taehyung would have laughed at the shock on Yoongi’s face, but in his current state, he only whined, reaching out for the other’s arms. “Please, I know you want me, at least on some level. You never give me attention but your eyes do. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
The look on Yoongi’s face softened and he stepped forward, hands coming up to cup Taehyung’s cheeks. They were so warm, Taehyung leaned more heavily into them. “Taehyung, you’re so drunk. Come on, let me take you home and we can talk about this when your head is clearer.”
Taehyung pouted. “You’ll just blow me off and pretend you didn’t say that.”
“No, baby, I won’t do that.” He replied, deep voice sending shivers along Taehyung’s arms. “I promise we’ll talk. Tomorrow is Saturday. I have a spare room. Come home with me and we’ll talk after you rest.”
That didn’t sound bad. Yoongi couldn’t run away from him if he was in the man’s house, right? “Okay. Take me home then.” He said, scooting closer to the edge of the desk and ending up with Yoongi between his knees. His boss’s hands fell from his face to the top of his thighs, burning through the material of his pants.
“Do you have any idea how much self control it’s taking me to not get you naked right here on my desk?” He whispered, lips just inches from Taehyung’s own. “Why did you have to come here drunk? Why were you out drinking anyway?”
Taehyung leaned forward until he could feel their noses brush together. “I just wanted to feel pretty again. I wanted to be wanted. Because you make me feel like no one sees me.”
“I see you, Taehyung. I see every bit of you. You don’t have to seek out other men to tell you how beautiful you are. Not when I’m right here.”
“But you won’t! I’ve been trying to get your attention for so long and you’ll never give it to me.” He whined, his voice too loud in the small space between their mouths.
“Baby, you’re mistaken. You have always had my attention. You think I hired someone with absolutely no experience because I’m nice? Taehyung, I hired you straight off the floor because I didn’t like the idea of you wandering around the building letting everyone look at you. I wanted you for my eyes only. But…you are my employee, and things could get messy if I gave in to something like this.”
Taehyung’s fingers found their way to the front of Yoongi’s shirt, fumbling with the buttons. “It doesn’t have to be messy. I wasn’t lying, sir, I can keep my mouth shut. No one will ever find out. We can do it just this once.”
Before he could get a second button loose, Yoongi’s fingers were wrapping around his hands and pulling them away. A frown had settled on his face that Taehyung didn’t quite understand. “That’s the part that’s messy. Taehyung, I don’t think I could do this just once with you. I’m not going to be your drunken one night stand. Come on, let me take you home.”
“Take me to my apartment. I don’t want to go with you.”
Yoongi nodded. “Okay. I understand. At least let me make sure you get home safely.”
Taehyung allowed it even though all he wanted to do was be as far away from Yoongi as he could get.
By the time Monday rolled around, Taehyung had almost convinced himself to call in, or email his resignation, but six o’clock found him at his desk, waiting for his boss to arrive.
He was…embarrassed, to say the least. A part of him wished he had been drunk enough not to remember any of his previous behaviour. No such luck. He remembered it all too clearly. He just didn’t understand why Yoongi was so hesitant. They were both consenting adults. And it wasn’t going to change their work dynamics. Taehyung could understand Yoongi not wanting to be with him while he was drunk, but never?
What if he quit? Then would Yoongi let his guard down?
At exactly six-thirty the elevator dinged and Taehyung watched as Yoongi walked towards his office without sparing him a glance. He looked tired, his hair left wavy and unstyled, missing a tie. Taehyung had never seen him look like this.
“Sir, I have your schedule for this morni-”
“Cancel and reschedule anything before two pm. If there is an emergency, knock. I’ll be unavailable until then.” He interrupted, walking into his office and shutting the door behind him.
Taehyung felt his stomach turn. Was Yoongi so angry with him that he wouldn’t even spare him a glance? Could he apologize his way out of this? Deciding it was better not to push his luck, Taehyung got busy rescheduling all of Yoongi’s meetings for the day. His boss was obviously in a bad mood and he wasn’t going to inflict that on anyone else. As the day wore on though, Taehyung grew antsy. It was pushing one o’clock now and he hadn’t heard a peep from his boss.
Deciding he’d take his chances, Taehyung knocked on the office door.
Yoongi’s voice seemed to come from the wrong direction, the lounge area instead of his desk. “This had better be a real emergency, Taehyung, or you’re going to be out of a job.”
Taehyung swallowed past the tightness of his throat and pushed the door open. Sure enough, Yoongi was laid back on his black leather sofa, one arm laid across his face. He had his shirt untucked and unbuttoned. “It- it is an emergency, sir. I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to apologize for my behaviour Friday night….and for the last couple of years if I’m being honest. When you didn’t reciprocate my advances, I should have stopped, and the other night was…atrocious. I promise nothing like this will happen again. I got the message loud and clear this time.” When Yoongi didn’t respond, Taehyung continued. “I also wanted to say t- thank you. For giving me this job. I know I wasn’t qualified, but I appreciate the chance. Anyway, I’ve canceled your meetings for the rest of the day. I won’t bother you again.”
“Taehyung, wait.” Yoongi finally spoke up, turning to sit up on the sofa. “Come here. Please.”
Despite everything in his body screaming at him to leave before he could embarrass himself any further, Taehyung made his way over to the sofa, standing in front of his boss. He didn’t flinch as Yoongi grabbed his hand and pulled him closer between his knees. He couldn’t even bring himself to breathe as hands skimmed up the side of his legs, over the fabric of the dark green sundress he wore. It was a soft linen that always made him feel comfortable and he’d worn a chunky brown cardigan over it. His favorite clothes to make him feel better. Taehyung kept his hands at his sides even as Yoongi leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Taehyung’s tummy.
“I give in, Taehyung. I give in. If you want to have me for a night, then I shouldn’t be so greedy.” He said, voice muffled against the fabric of his dress.
“Greedy?” Taehyung repeated, confused by the older man’s words.
Yoongi only hummed before his hands were slipping onto his thighs, under his dress. Taehyung reached down to grab his wrists. Everything about this felt wrong; he felt cheap.
“Stop. Sir, stop. T-tell me why. Why do you want me now when you didn’t the other night? What’s changed?”
Yoongi sat back on the sofa, eyes traveling up Taehyung’s body until they could meet his own. “Because I realized this may be the only way I get to be near you. This is my chance and I’m not going to let it slip away just because I’m selfish.”
Taehyung shook his head. “I don’t understand how you’re being selfish. What does that mean?”
“I want too much from you, Taehyung. But I also want to make you happy. If a quick office fuck would do that, then that’s what we’ll do.” He answered, reaching for Taehyung’s hands and jerking him forward until Taehyung had no choice but to fall into his lap.
“That’s not- Yoongi stop!”
His boss huffed, but took his hands off of him, holding them up in surrender. “Fine. Fine. Just go, Taehyung, please. Just go.” Yoongi gently pushed him off his lap until he was standing up again.
“Sir, I’m sorry. It’s just- I need to know. What is it you want from me? What is too much?”
“It’s too messy.” Yoongi muttered. “How can I ask for more nights? How can I ask for you to stay with me, always? How can I tell you I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you smile?” Taehyung felt the air in his lungs freeze. He had to be dreaming. All he could do was stand there and stare down at Yoongi, who chuckled and shook his head. “See? I can’t do any of those things because it’s messy. So we do it your way, a one time thing to get it out of your system, or you leave my office and tomorrow we’ll come back and forget any of this happened. Your decision.”
Fire burned through Taehyung’s veins, a sudden rush of confidence leading him to straddle Yoongi’s lap once again. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Yoongi’s mouth. “Ask me. Please, ask me.”
Yoongi took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. “Will you stay with me?” He asked, lips ghosting Taehyung’s cheek as he spoke.
“Always. You weren’t the only one that fell in love that day. I’ve been yours ever since. All you had to do was ask. I-“
Before he could speak again, Yoongi was pressing his hands against his back, pulling him forward to press their lips together. The kiss was still hesitant but Taehyung didn’t mind because it was Yoongi kissing him. Yoongi’s soft lips on his own, his silky hair threaded between Taehyung’s fingers. Yoongi’s strong hands grabbing his waist. It was everything he’d always wanted but better.
“Tae, did you lock the door when you came in?” Yoongi asked, tugging at his bottom lip.
“I didn’t. Let me-” He made to move off Yoongi's lap but was stopped by the hands on his hips.
“It’s not important. It’s my office, I’m the boss. If I want to fuck my boyfriend on my desk then no one can tell me no.”
Taehyung gasped, his hands on either side of Yoongi’s neck. “B-Boyfriend? Is that what you want me to be?”
Yoongi chuckled. “Boyfriend, Lover, Wife. Whatever you wanna be, baby.”
“I think…wife has a nice ring to it, but I’m not a trophy wife, Yoongi. I want to continue working.” Taehyung responded, taking Yoongi’s hands into his own and placing them on his bare knees.
“I would never make you do anything you didn’t want, but I would also miss you around here if you quit. Maybe…I could hire you an assistant though, so if I need you during the day, you can take an extra break.”
Taehyung giggled, pecking him again on the lips. “You’ve got the hots for your secretary.”
“Baby, look at my secretary. How could I not have the hots for you? You and these damn dresses. Do you understand how soft and sweet you look?” He asked, mouthing along his jaw then down the side of his neck.
Taehyung looped his arms around his neck, tilting his head to give his boyfriend better access. It wasn’t until Yoongi sucked at his nipple through the material of his dress that Taehyung moaned out loud, his hips jerking to find more friction. His skin felt like it was on fire with how hot he was. Yoongi hummed against his chest before pushing his cardigan off his shoulders. Taehyung made quick work of discarding it onto the floor.
“Are you gonna- Ah!” He moaned as Yoongi’s big hands slid around under his dress to cup and squeeze his ass.
“Knew you’d be a thong man. Your ass always looks so good.”
“Sir, please. Do it. Fuck me on your desk.”
He didn’t have to ask twice before Yoongi was standing up and carrying him across the office. He giggled as his back hit the polished surface of the desk.
“The dress stays on for now.” Yoongi ordered, pressing his knees wider.
Taehyung almost laughed at his domineering statement but it tapered into a whine as fingers grazed his lace covered cock and his boss, his boyfriend, grinned at him.
By the evening when they were both naked, curled up under a throw blanket on the sofa, Taehyung was fairly certain there would be rumors flying around the office the next day, but what did he care? Yoongi was his now and that’s all that mattered to him.