Returning
Taehyung sat at his glass desk, the very picture of opulence and confidence. The glow of his designer lamp cast a golden hue on his flawless skin, emphasizing his sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His black silk shirt hung off his lean frame like it was made for royalty, the top buttons undone, teasing a glimpse of his smooth chest. His dark, almond-shaped eyes, framed by long lashes, were focused as he sketched bold, daring designs, his delicate fingers adorned with statement rings gliding effortlessly across the page.
Zendaya’s voice echoed through the room as she strolled in, heels clicking against the marble floor. She looked stunning in a fitted black dress that hugged her curves, her curls framing her radiant face. She threw herself onto the plush couch with a playful grin, crossing her legs dramatically
Zendaya
We’re all heading out to celebrate. Are you coming?
Taehyung didn’t even glance up, his lips curving into a lazy, almost arrogant smirk.
Kim Taehyung
Pass. I’ve got deadlines to meet. Greatness doesn’t rest
He leaned back slightly, his long lashes brushing his cheekbones as he stared at the design.
Kim Taehyung
Besides, the Bahamas are calling my name. Work first, paradise later
He smirked to himself, briefly daydreaming about clear waters and white sand.
Zendaya groaned, throwing her head back dramatically.
Zendaya
Ugh, boring! You’re Taehyung, for crying out loud. You could buy the Bahamas if you wanted to
She peeked at him, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.
Zendaya
Oh, by the way, did you hear the news?
Taehyung asked, still focused on his sketch, his voice smooth and velvety
Zendaya started, watching him through her lashes.
Zendaya
She's getting married
Taehyung’s pencil paused mid-stroke. His perfectly arched brow lifted slightly, but his expression remained calm
Kim Taehyung
I’m surprised she didn’t talk Dad out of it
He said dryly, his eyes scanning the paper as though the conversation didn’t bother him.
Zendaya leaned forward, her voice dropping for dramatic effect.
Zendaya
With Mr. Jeon Jungkook
The pencil slipped from Taehyung’s fingers, clattering onto the desk. He leaned back in his chair, his long legs crossing gracefully. A sigh escaped his full, plump lips, but his expression remained calm, almost bored.
Kim Taehyung
She really has a talent for getting on my nerves
He muttered, his voice low and razor-sharp.
Zendaya laughed, leaning back on the couch and tossing her curls, crossing her legs and resting her chin in her hand
Zendaya
Evil. Straight-up villain vibes. Marrying your brother's ex? That’s some Shakespearean-level drama right there
Taehyung rolled his eyes, running a hand through his silky black hair, the movement casual but mesmerizing.
Kim Taehyung
No wonder the old man’s been blowing up my phone all day. She’s got a talent for chaos
He ran a hand through his silky black hair, a devilish smirk forming on his lips.
Kim Taehyung
Still, I wouldn’t miss this circus for the world.
Zendaya snorted, kicking her heels off with a playful shrug
Zendaya
You think Jungkook lost a bet or something? What’s he even thinking? Like, why marry her when he’s already tasted perfection?
She gestured to him, letting her gaze sweep over his flawless appearance.
Taehyung tilted his head, his dark eyes flicking toward a framed photo on his desk. His smirk grew more wicked
Kim Taehyung
He’s not thinking. But that’s nothing new. This, though? This might actually be worth my time.
Zendaya stood, her heels in hand, her silhouette effortlessly captivating
Zendaya
Well, I guess we’ll find out when you get home. Speaking of, it’s almost 7 p.m., Tae. Don’t you have a flight to catch?
Taehyung rose from his chair, his tall, lean figure exuding confidence and sex appeal. His hips swayed as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, his every movement commanding attention. He grabbed his coat, slinging it over his shoulder with effortless grace.
Kim Taehyung
Right time to steal the spotlight...as always
he said with a sly smile, his voice dripping with arrogance. He turned to Zendaya, his eyes glinting with mischief
Kim Taehyung
Save me a seat in hell, Z. I’m about to do something memorable
Zendaya threw her head back and laughed, looking effortlessly gorgeous as she opened the door.
Zendaya
Babe, you don’t need a seat. You run the whole damn place
Zendaya laughed, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she walked toward the door
As Taehyung strode out, his heels clicking against the floor, he was the very definition of sexy, bold, and untouchable.
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