TAEKOOK SHORT STORIES

Story - 1 - I slowly film you with my eyes

I Slowly film you with my eyes...

Kim Taehyung looked up as the door to his office opened. When Hwang Jiana strode into the room, he immediately rose to his feet. His employer smiled at the slightly outdated but still sweet action. He just couldn't help it. A gentleman stood when a lady did. He moved around the desk.

"How may I help you, Ms. Hwang?" he asked politely as he held one of the leather wingback chairs for her.

"I won't beat around the bush, Taehyung. I have a problem and you're going to fix it for me," she said directly. "Valentino Moretti made a rather unexpected trip to meet with us. I don't need to explain what he means to our overseas interests. He can make or break our project in Italy."

"I see," he said, his mind whirring as he worked on the problem. "What do you need me to do?"

"Ever the knight in shining armor." She chuckled. "I will bring Mr. Moretti to your house for dinner at seven. He's old-fashioned to a certain extent, so home-cooked would be best. And you know our Jungkook..." She let the last words slide, of course for Taehyung to connect the dots.

Jeon Jungkook's grandmother was Italian and Jungkook was famous in his circle for the best Italian cuisines. The biggest mistake of his life was when he accidentally shared his tiffin with Ms. Hwang.

"It won't be a problem, Ms. Hwang," he said with utter confidence.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was going to kill him.

"That's good to hear, Taehyung, and say hi to Jungkook," she said as she rose from the chair.

"Of course Ms. Hwang." Taehyung politely bowed.

"Tch, and how many times do I have to tell you to call me Jiana?"

"It just doesn't seem...appropriate," he protested.

"Appropriate or not, I've asked you to call me by my first name. 'Ms. Hwang' makes me feel old somehow." She chuckled. "I'm off to the airport to meet Mr. Moretti. We'll see you at seven sharp."

Oh yes, Jungkook was definitely going to kill him... slowly.

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Taehyung nearly slammed the phone down in frustration. Where the hell was Jungkook? More importantly, was he alright? He sighed, trying to ease the worry inside him.

His boyfriend never failed to answer his cell phone now that he had the Bluetooth headset. It just wasn't his way.

With another sigh, he tried the house phone again. He'd already left a message on their answering machine and Jungkook's cell and at the garage office. Technically the garage office was in the back yard of their three bedroom apartment.

He tried calling him again only to be redirected to the voicemail. It was bad enough to spring this on his partner, but it would be even worse if the notice were too short.

Sometimes, his lover had quite the temper...although making up afterward always left him extremely sated. A smile graced his handsome features as he recalled the last time they'd had make-up sex. It had been a teensy bit uncomfortable to sit down for a while afterward.

Shaking his head to dispel such lustful thoughts, Taehyung pushed a hand through his blonde hair and tried the office number again. He had to get ahold of Jungkook and he had to get it soon.

This unexpected dinner was too important to mess up. He wanted to make sure the other man was presentable and not running around the house in his boxer briefs when Ms. Hwang and Mr. Moretti arrived.