gorgeous ♡

Do you want to sleep with me?

he’s such a cutie

Min Companies was designed to impress, he had learned that at his first day. The golden letters above the entrance were only enhancing the feeling and when he had stepped in the statue of a young boy and his father had made him stop and stare at the strange fountain. […] Nowadays, Taehyung didn’t really notice it anymore. […] He simply went after his routine like every day, handing out mail, chatting to a few employers until Mr. Kang, the deputy of the CEO, raised an eyebrow at him and he hurried along until he made it to the end of the long office. […] His eyes flickered up at the glass wall, but there was no seeing through as thick dark curtains hung from the inside and gave him no view of the inside. Taehyung hummed as he stared at the locked door, remembering what Mr. Kang had told him on the first day vividly: “One rule: never step into Mr. Min’s office.” 

He bit his lip as he leaned in a little closer, holding his breath as he tried to listen. But there was nothing. […] Sometimes Taehyung wished life was easier, that money was something that he didn’t have to worry about anymore and that photography would give him enough to survive. But he knew that wouldn’t happen, just like he knew fairytales weren’t real. There was no magic, no three wishes, no one that would make it easier for him. […] Propping himself up on his elbows, Taehyung took his bag to unpack and took the mail he received at his shop, to start opening them as he shuffled back into the kitchen. Bills, Bills, some ads and a letter for Mr. Min. […] His heart stopped. In all the time he had been working for the Min Company this had never happened before. How did it get into his bag? Did he mess up the sorting this morning? Taehyung was starting to panic […] He was wrecking his mind, mumbling to himself as he grabbed his jacket and only when he stood in front of the office building did his thoughts come to a halt. This was absolutely stupid, but if he didn’t do it, Taehyung knew he would wreck his mind even more about it. He’d rather just went with it now. […]

“Just put it on his table and pretend like it had been there all along.” He whispered to himself, hand shakily reaching out for the door handle of Mr. Min’s office and to his own surprise it unlocked and pushed open, leaving Taehyung to gasp for air.