Racing from Love I I JJK FF

19. Fake Sprain

"At least, let me eat."

I shouted as he dragged me out of the house.

"Eat it later."

He said sternly.

"Let me just take a bite."

I whined while looking back at the food which was far away. I heard Myra slightly giggling.

"It's your mistake. Now bear with it."

He said opening the door of the car. I sat on the backseat and he sat beside me. I pouted and looked out of the window as the driver started the car. I felt him taking glances. I looked at my little stomach with a pout.

"It's okay my dear stomach. What can we do if Jungkook's heart is so cold that he can't have mercy on you. I'll feed you later."

I heard him sighing. I took a glance at him from the corner of my eye.

"I'll treat you if you stay silent."

I smiled sheepishly at his statement.
I admired the view outside as he continued to do I don't know what on his tabloid. Few minutes of silence was broken when he spoke.

"What are you doing?"

I looked at him confused.

"What am I doing?"

"Exactly. You're doing nothing. You're my secretary. Don't you have any works? What about my schedule?"

He just knows how to Boss me around.

"For now I don't have any works and about your schedule, I prepared your one week's schedule on your tabloid."

I smiled proudly as he nodded while looking back at the screen.
C'mon say something.

"You're learning."

I clicked my tongue and looked away. Someone teach him how to praise someone's hardwork.

"Are some good words lot for him to speak?"

I mumbled to myself.

"Anyways, good work."

Damn. He spoke it. I looked at him with wide eyes and a bright smile. He didn't look at me.
But he said I did a good work. That's enough to make my day better.

The car stopped and we made our way inside the building.
We went to the lift but a worker blocked our way.

"Sorry Sir. The lifts are not working. It will take almost two hours for repairing."

"It's okay."

Jungkook replied to him.

"That means we can't go to your office."

I sighed.

"Stairs are also an option."

My head shot straight.

"We aren't going to go to your office by stairs, are we?"

I asked hesitating.

"Of course."

He said and walked away. I whined but eventually followed him.

Two floors. That's my limit to walk on the stairs. I am already tired. Jungkook was fast and he wasn't even tired. He must be a good athlete. But I'm not. I stopped panting heavily.

"I can't."

I spoke while catching my breath.

"You'll have to."