Touch Of The Poor

⑤Shut up

 
Taehyung went to his job at his usual hour the next day, and he frowned once he discerned Inguk's swollen, red eyes and his weary expression. "You didn't sleep well?"

"Not really. It was my cousin's birthday and I had to go, although all I wanted was to drop dead in my bed."

"You're here all day, huh?"

"Kind of, yes. Thankfully, my house is just down the street so I can get there quickly."

"Aren't you tired of the same routine every day?"

"Well, sometimes yes, but I love my job. I worked hard to start this business and it was my dream since I was little. I shouldn't complain if it's tiring sometimes."

"It's okay to complain sometimes, you know," Taehyung said, raising a smile from the older.

"You never complain, though," Inguk uttered in a soft tone as he offered him a warm smile.

"I don't have a right to complain."

Inguk was about to reply when the phone started ringing. He took the order and immediately went to prepare it as Taehyung waited for his first delivery of the day.

   

The next few hours passed by peacefully, and it was time for his delivery to JK Auto Company. He pedaled there at an unhurried pace since he had time, and he removed his helmet and mask before he entered.

"Hello, Jisoo."

"Hi, Tae! You're early today."

"Yeah, it's a slow day. We don't have much work," Taehyung said as he received the money. "I'll come to say goodbye later." He saw her nod and then trod to the elevator. Once he got to the eighth floor, he sauntered to the CEO's door and knocked.

He heard a muffled sound, and assuming it was his usual 'come in', he slid the door open and walked into the office. But every muscle in his body glaciated the moment he glimpsed at the sight in front of him, his mouth hanging open.

The CEO was sitting on his chair with a boy on his lap, kissing his neck, his hair was in a mess, his lips reddened and puffy.

"Did I say come in?" he bellowed in a fit of rage.

"I'm so sorry," Taehyung breathed out, all out petrified, and then burst out of the office. What the fuck was that? He hazily stared at an empty spot in the air. Should I just leave the package here and disappear from this hell? He pondered over it for a while, and he was ready to place the package outside of the door when it suddenly opened, causing him to bounce back in surprise.

The unnamed boy stormed outside with a pouty face and slammed the door behind him. He thought the boy was sulking because he interrupted them, so he just shrugged it off.

He clenched his hand into a fist and ventured to knock on the door again. It was silent for a moment, but then the door was suddenly yanked open by a furious Jeongguk.

"Get in," he growled, the cords in his neck tightening, just like his jaw. The boy obeyed with wary moves and set the package on the table, keeping his head bowed. "Did you hear me say come in?" he asked, vexation pouring off his words as he stood in front of him.

"No, but I heard—"

"Stop talking! It's a yes or no question. Or are you that stupid to understand it?"

Taehyung dug his fingers into his palms, his body lightly shaking as he strove to contain his temper. "I get it."

"Did you hear me say come in?" he asked again, his voice much more demanding than before.