CRUSH CULTURE: CHAP. ONE
Jeongguk stood in front of the big building, clutching ever so tightly onto the CD that held his future. He was at Kim Records, one of the biggest and most successful entertainment companies in America. His hands were trembling, and they started to sweat as he passed through the spiraling door of the venue.
And as the heels of his worn converses were drug across the floor he made way to front desk. "Welcome to Kim Records, how may help you?" She had black hair, and a very impressive bust which on the contrary disgusted the ravenette. He gulped down the lump in his throat, and whispered his request.
"Honey I'm gonna need you to speak up, otherwise I'm gonna have to ask Mr.Kim to come downstairs." She smiled sweetly, but the venom in her words was highly recognizable.
"I-I'm h-here to see Mr.Kim." Jeongguk stammered out, ears turning pink at the top, his uncontrollable stutter making way at the worst of times.
The woman at the desk said no more as he pulled out her phone and called up to her boss's office. Her nimble fingers played with the cord of the wire phone. A light smacking sound coming from her lips as she softly chewed her gum.
"Here's a key card to his office, he should be up there already so don't bother knocking he knows you're coming."
Jeongguk nodded hastily, his black hair bouncing a bit with the movement. His short legs carried him over to the elevator, blurring his vision a bit as he kept his head down, clutching the CD close to his chest.
The elevator carried him up to the upper most floor, his heart which was rapidly beating in his chest now heard in his ears as he neared the big mahogany wood door.
It's not like he didn't want to do it, he was just neurotic. What would happen if his track had got rejected, this was his only shot at doing something he liked. He sure as hell didn't want to go over to Choi Entertainment, he's heard rumours about them abusing their idols and overworking them.
But Kim Records has rumours too, just not those type of rumours. The CEO of Kim Records is known for having relationships with his idols, specifically male idols and that's what scared Jeongguk. People weren't as supportive when it came to celebs being openly gay, in a relationship. Not that he was gay or anything, it's just he figured it could happen to anyone.
Freeing himself from his thoughts Jeongguk was back to his shy, clammy, nervous self. His knuckles against the wood sounded harsh, which caused him to flinch back. The ravenette didn't want to come off in any rude way and he'd hoped that he wouldn't.
So when the big mahogany doors made their striding moves and opened, Jeongguk put on a straight face and walked inside. The room smelled very soft and calming, like cinnamon and vanilla and Jeongguk couldn't help but be drawn towards it.
But as soon as he made eye contact with the CEO he no longer felt calm. That annoying beating of his heart was once again in his ears. His hands were back to tightly clutching onto his CD. He was so intimidating, his brown hair parted against his face. Adorning a dapper suit, and his face wiped of all emotion while his eyes pierced through Jeongguk's soul.
"So are you going to give me the CD or are you gonna stand there all day?" It was like a smack in the face, his voice had a harsh but smooth feel to it. As if silk was running over his skin, but Jeongguk knew this was no time to fawn over another man's voice. He was here to give him his CD and that was it.
He held out his CD, which was quickly taken from his fingers and placed on the desk behind him. Except he didn't play it, he just left it there on the desk and walked back around to look at Jeongguk once again.
"Do you need something Jeongguk? I've taken your CD as you've asked, or are you here for perhaps something else along with this request?" The transition of his tone at the end of his sentence confirmed exactly what Jeongguk was thinking.
Speak idiot, just say something. "N-No, I-I don't need a-anything."
"Are you sure, Jeongguk?" Taehyung had already crossed the room in 2 strides as he spoke, Jeongguk backing up until he felt the cold material of the wall behind him.
"I-I-" He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do. It's like his body's natural instincts had come into play. Choosing 'FREEZE' over 'FIGHT or FLIGHT'.
A hand grabbed his own two which were brought up above his head in a tight grip, and the soft pads of his lips were now brushing against his ear. Sucking and nibbling, causing his breath to hitch.
"M-Mm." He didn't mean to do anything, especially moan. To him he shouldn't be moaning, especially because of a guy. It was wrong, all of it was wrong. He had only come here to get a record deal and a contract not all of this. But the feel of his hand on his hip, and the other one gripping his wrist. It was overbearing, overpowering, it made him feel things he shouldn't be feeling.
"Should I really consider listening to your little CD Jeongguk?" His warm breath hit the shell of his ear as he spoke, pulling him further down into the daze he was in, "Signing you to my record label?"
Hesitantly the ravenette nodded his head, letting a weak 'yes' fall from his plush pink lips, "Well then what will I get in return, hm?" Jeongguk felt the brunette press his very obvious bulge against his own and that's when he snapped out of it.
"I c-can't do this, I-I want y-you to genuinely l-listen to my CD w-without me having t-to give you any sexual f-favors."
Taehyung sighed as he softly rutted his hips against the latters', "But I will Jeongguk, as long as you do this for me. I don't think you'd wanna be over at that other entertainment company?"
"Wh-Why do you even want this? Y-You d-don't even know m-me?" Jeongguk squirmed against the older male, which only led to more pressure against his hips as he bit his lip, trying to bite back his moan.
"I don't need to know you to be sexually attracted to you baby, do you know how many women and men thirst over me on a daily? They'd kill for this experience, to feel my cock deep inside of them."
Jeongguk cringed at the words, never being such a big fan of sexual talks, "Yeah, they would but I'm not."
"We'll see about that, little one. On the couch, now." His tone changed from that of trying to seduce to a hard and stern voice. As if he was bossing someone around.
"Wh-Why would I do th-that?"
"Because, I don't have to listen to that CD or yours. I can just lie a bit mayhaps? Tell everyone how bad it is? I'm sure my competitors wouldn't want to sign someone I don't see an ounce of talent in. So go sit on the couch, or would you rather me do what I'm planning to right here and make a mess of you?"
(A/N: Asshole Taehyung, its been a long time since I've seen you.)