Twisted Desires - Taekook
Beautiful
Taehyung arrived at the Kim Corporation headquarters just after 8:30 a.m.
The lobby greeted him with polished marble floors, the scent of fresh lilies, and the whispers of interns too scared to meet his eyes.
Everyone respected him. Everyone admired him.
And no one really knew him.
His office was pristine, floor-to-ceiling glass, clean lines, minimalist decor.
A reflection of control. Of restraint. Of suppression.
He stared at the skyline as his assistant brought him coffee.
Minhee - Tae's Assistant
Anything else, Mr. Kim?
Kim Taehyung
No, thank you.
He took a sip. Bitter. Burnt. Like everything lately.
Taehyung placed the mug down and walked over to the window.
The city stretched out before him like a promise and a prison all at once.
He should be happy. He had everything.
But happiness never tasted like ash.
And desire never felt like silence.
The boardroom was full by 9:55 a.m., its sleek obsidian table surrounded by powerful men and women dressed in various shades of wealth.
Portfolio folders were neatly lined, water bottles untouched, screens lit with pristine presentation decks.
Taehyung stepped into the room exactly on time, no sooner, no later.
His assistant trailed behind him, tablet in hand, whispering last-minute updates.
Minhee - Tae's Assistant
Their CEO is running late, but their strategy head and executive team are here.
Minhee - Tae's Assistant
This is the final layout pitch before contract signing.
He nodded sharply and took his seat at the head of the table.
Across from him sat the delegation from Horizon Designs, one of the top rising companies from Busan.
Faces Taehyung had studied through briefing files the night before. All expected. All typical.
Seated at the far end, quietly reviewing documents on a tablet, was a man Taehyung didn’t recognize.
He wasn’t the CEO. He wasn’t on any formal profile. Just an assistant, perhaps but not just anything.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair parted slightly, revealing a strong forehead.
A cute smile on red lips. Long fingers that tapped against the glass screen. A black suit that fit a little too well.
Clean-cut, but not polished. Masculine in a way that wasn’t curated, effortless.
Taehyung forced his gaze away before it lingered too long.
Kim Taehyung
Shall we begin?
He asked, voice even, flipping open his binder.
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pinky star
y did he call him beautiful .Maybe he is beautiful but he shouldn't call him that 😔.only his kooo deserves that name ❤️
2025-06-30
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army💜
no no I can't call him beautiful your bunny is coming for you wait a bit ok ❤️
2025-06-30
9
Madina
when you add jk I miss him.
2025-06-30
3