Jungkook's Little Sister Imagines

Little CEO | 5

jungkook is 20 years old in this chapter

The weather is nice outside, sun up in the sky as it painted the city gold. Fall breeze blowing gently as the leaves of the tree swayed with the fresh blow of air, birds chirping amidst the semi-loud chatters of the people that resembled the buzzing noises of bees.

Such a nice day to go outside but a particular twenty-year-old is too busy with work, mountains of papers that need to be signed and approved are stacked on his black modern desk. The sound of the point of his pen against the wooden desk harmonized with the sound of his fingers swiftly typing on the keyboard.

His brows are furrowed together, hissing out of annoyance with every spelling errors he's accidentally typing out of rush. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows that exposed his veiny arms, his right hand tattooed with uniquely inked art that not many loved.

Among the tattoos inked on his arm, a specific one stood out; Y/N.

Tattooed on the side part of his left wrist where only one tattoo is found, that being the name of his precious little sister. Everyone found it adorable that their young CEO who's a workaholic has his little sister's name tattooed on his wrist, forever.

A knock was heard on the door, "Mr. Jeon?"

Jungkook hummed, not bothering to look up as he continued to work on the papers, determined to finish it within the day as it has been bothering him since last week.

His secretary gulped, "Your mother called the office phone, she wants to talk to you." with that,   Jungkook raised his head up and trudged towards his secretary, following him as they both headed out of his cabin. Tired dark brown orbs gazed at the busy employees, some bowing at him as he simply bowed back, aware of the fact that all of them are pretty much older than him.

Exhaustion pumped through his veins as he rubbed his tired eyes, trying his hardest to prevent a yawn from escaping. As they reached the front desk, the front desk lady bowed and handed Jungkook the phone with a small smile before sitting back down on her swivel chair, attending calls and entertaining guests in the company.

"Mom,"

"Jungkookie, pick Y/N up from school today." Jungkook's eyes widened and even before he can even answer, his mother hung up on him causing him to stare at the office phone out of disbelief — his mother is the only one who can do that because everyone in the office is low-key scared of him. With his great and perfect body that's sculpted by the greeks itself, his sharp eyes and lips that curls up into a smile once in a blue moon.

But what they didn't know is that the blue moon will be up on the night sky tonight.

Going back to his cabin, Jungkook turned his laptop off together but left his PC open. He stacked the completed papers nicely and kept them in folders and envelopes, making sure they're either stapled or pinned together.

Grabbing his coat, he hung it on his forearm and fixed his tie that he loosened up a few hours ago, in front of the mirror. Running a hand through his hair highlighted with brown streaks that complimented his killer features specifically his Bambi doe eyes. Ruffling it a little, he stared at his reflection and slapped his cheeks, trying to make some redness around his cheeks to lighten his ghost-looking face.

Closing his cabin door behind him, he headed to the elevator, passing by employees that bowed at him with respect — some are shocked to see their young CEO out of his cabin or as many call it; the tiger's den.

He found it amusing that some are actually scared of him and his presence, well, who would be not when their twenty-year-old CEO is handsome and fine as fuck — though he wasn't aware that many are scared of him not until he overheard some ladies gossiping about him near the vending machine, telling each other how scared they are when they saw him walk out of his den with his shoulders broad and confident, chin up, jaw clenched, coat out of the picture and inner long sleeve rolled up to his elbows revealing his tattoos and his right hand tucked on his pocket and another hand holding a cup of coffee.