King's Corp

Chapter 29

This chapter does not have a linear structure . (Read carefully!!) 

Ps this probably has a lot of mistakes cause I barely edited it. 

(word count: 10355) lol 

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Jungkook sighs as he sips the scathing hot tea. 

"She's getting sicker each day, Jungkook. The doctors said they may need to change the treatment plan to...to slow the process." Brianna stares down at the golden liquid in her cup, watching as the steam from it twirls into the air. 

Jungkook places his cup down and chews on his lip. "I just...I don't know if I can..."  Afford it. "I need to find a new job," he finally says, his eyebrows furrowing. 

She nods slowly, " maybe you could talk to your old boss again. Clear up the misunderstan..."

"...No." He shakes his head. "I can't- he...he wouldn't want to hear from me."

Brianna frowns, "you don't know that. Maybe he..."

"...No. I'm sure of it." He turns his head, eyes downcast. "Things didn't end very well between us," he says, his voice simmered into a whisper. 

She looks at him and sighs, a worried crease forming between her brows. "Well...Well I'm sure there's some way you can get back on your feet. You're smart and have all the credentials. You just need to get out there." She gives him a reassuring smile. 

He smiles back at her, albeit weakly. "Yeah. I'll figure it out." He nods at her, lips strained from the forceful curve. "I'll figure it out."

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"You better not be slacking boy, get back to work!" Jungkook flinches at the baritone voice that snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks down at the soap suds surrounding his hands and exhales unevenly. 

"Sorry sir."

"You know sorry won't cut it. You better speed things up and get done with those dishes or it's your pay I'm docking." 

The brunette nods and starts scrubbing the dishes. He hears shuffling behind him until he feels the presence of the older man beside him. 

"Y'ere a man aren't ye?"

Jungkook furrows his brows at the question. "Yeah."

The man scoffs. "Well ye scrub like some fucking sissy. Put your back into it, will ye?"

Jungkook gulps, giving the man a quick nod before scrubbing the plates harder. His hand strains as he holds the sponge and rubs it against the already sparkling dish. The older man lingers close to him, rubbing his greying stubble as he observes his every move. Jungkook feels tense under his gaze and he finds himself being hyperaware of his every action. The man leans closer to the sink and Jungkook gulps, his hands tightening around the dish. He scrubs harder, his hands aching from the force that he applies and the man watches with a small smirk on his lips. The man opens his mouth to make another remark and Jungkook's fastens his pace, desperately scrubbing the plate, trying to please him, to get his approval, to show him he's worth the job. 

The sound of the ceramic plate shattering echoes through the room, leaving a silent trail of dread in its remnants. Jungkook's breathing is heavier as he looks up at the man who stares down at him with a disgusted expression.