peace | taekook

chapter four

taehyung's bed was piled high with pants, shirts, shoes, and namjoon, who was desperate to just get his speech about quarterly numbers out.

despite the demands of tae to leave work at the office, namjoon knew it was easier said than done. after all, taehyung hadn't shown his face in almost a week!

"did you review the file i sent you? did it make sense?" the hum of his laptop echoed against the walls as he clicked through pages upon pages.

"joon, if you saw me in this, what would you think?" taehyung emerged from the depths of his walk-in, adorned in black jeans and a button up. it was a more fitted look than he usually went with, often opting for oversized anything, but he was desperate for jungkook to see that beneath it all... well.... a body did exist.

"answer my question first!" the older was stern with his tone, firm in his reasoning; he shoved the laptop towards his brother, "tell me if you think that's a good projection to pass onto the sales team?"

"when i tell you that i could care less, do you think i'm exaggerating?" he slammed the computer shut, tossing it back into the discarded mound of his things, "now, pants are too try-hard or just enough?"

"you're frustrating!"

"you get frustrated easily."

namjoon huffed- that was probably accurate but he would never admit it, "how can you act like you don't care about all of this when it has literally given us our lifestyle?"

taehyung hummed, "that's like saying just because i was born to a great singer, i should also be a great singer! or just because our dad is a sociopathic, work-a-holic and you clearly got that gene, i apparently should have as well. unfortunately, genetics don't quite work that way." his hand trailed over a stack of magazines, "you have to admit that i'm a great model and neither you nor dad could do that!"

"you're a great model because you got mom's face. but you got dad's brains! you can be my right hand man. i need you to be tae!"

"i have no interest." he was getting shorter with his response, a bit irritated with his brother for showing up, "you know what i've always wanted to do and it isn't just run some insurance company to scam people out of millions each year on the premise of fear!"

"that's insulting. we help people!"

"by over charging them and profit sharing with pharmaceutical companies. look me in the eye and tell me the whole system isn't corrupt!"

"look me in the eye and tell me you don't appreciate the trust fund that was built for you!" namjoon met his brother eye to eye, daggers shooting through as they argued over something that would never be resolved, "if it weren't for the money that has been gifted to you, you wouldn't be able to do your little modeling gigs on the side, or write your little travel blogs, or wear your leather pants and waltz around to who knows where."

tae felt his blood boil at the insinuation that everything he had created for himself- his follower count, his aspirations- they were only made plausible by the fact he was an heir to a fortune, "you are just mad because all the creativity funneled down to me and you're mad that you didn't get anything of mom's! you have always resented me because her and i were closer! just admit it."

namjoon felt his hand clench to a fist at those words. his brother could be a brat, beyond spoiled, but rarely did he hit so below the belt when it came to their little fights.

both knew the other had sensitive spots-

taehyung was sensitive to his own goals, thinking that he worked hard to get to his socialite status and failing to recognize that funds helped him climb.