Don Kim

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

With a quiet gait that Taehyung could spot among thousands of others, Jungkook entered the office. He shed his fur coat, which smelled of the perfume of those gathered at the afterparty for the fashion show created to launder money by Kim himself, and then crept up to the elder.

“Finally, it’s just the two of us,” Chon exhaled, easily lowering himself onto his lover’s lap and leaning on his strong, broad chest.

The Seoul don's strong arms immediately wrapped around the model's thin waist, pulling her closer.

"I tolerate you at fashion shows," Taehyung said, leaning so close that their breaths mingled, "because you want me to. Because you shine there. But if you only knew how much the looks directed at you irritate me."

They'd been hiding their relationship for months—Taehyung, whose name was on everyone's lips when it came to shady dealings, was afraid someone would touch his favorite model. But Kim was losing out to himself, as he desperately wanted to tell the world who owned the dream of millions.

"You don't smell like you today," he breathes out, feeling the scent of Jungkook's perfume mingle on his clothes. "Come on, let's get in the shower, I'll help you wash this off."

And, grabbing the most precious thing he had, Taehyung gets up, carrying the treasure towards the shower.