"Sex?"
A creepy smirk crept its way on his lips.
"Well, I thought you'd never ask, yes of course I would~"
Leaning back he goes in a thinking pose. "Let's see, oral, sixty nine, you like doggy? Cunnilingus-"
"Cunna-what? Your gender, 𝘴𝘪𝘳"
"Ah, w...
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The sound of heels clacking against the squeaky clean tiles resonated through the hallways as the brunette reached her hand to open the door leading to her workspace.
A shrieking noise was heard before a very loud Kim SeokJin ran inside the room flapping his arms around with a shoe in his right hand.
"WHERE'S THE MOUSE?"
"WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?"
"Oh, him. Yeah, he's your, uh, pa-gh-nrt." He coughed.
"My what now–"
"Your partner, Ms. Ahn." The man behind her took his leg off the other before walking to her, throwing his arm around her shoulder.
She glanced at the man beside her before letting out a sour chuckle as she took his hand off her, "You're joking." She walked towards the older.
"Right?"
She gave him a monotonous look before she asserted again, "Kim, what's this?"
The man took his right hand out of his pocket before scratching his forehead feebly, "He's your partner, Mina."
She looked at him with a hopeful look for a long period of time before a husky voice behind her caught her off guard, "Well, well."
He walked away from the two, glancing down before looking up and giving out a toothy smile that made his eyes squint quite a lot.
"Where's my desk?"
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"And then he brings out this smile and goes, 'Where's my desk?' that smiling ass–"
"Ah, ah, gonna stop you there. But just, calm down, Mi. You're overreacting."
"Please! The man's a pervert with no sense of professionalism. He even asked me what my style was!" She whispered the last part, hoping the nosy workers didn't hear.
"Hm, he seems pretty good, actual-"
"What's a cunnilingus?" The black haired man choked.
"A what?" He inquired, wiping down his shirt. He finally looks up to the woman, indicating to her to continue.
"We both know you heard me." He looked at her for a few more seconds before giving up.
"Well..."
"PARK. JIMIN. WHERE ARE YO–"
"Whoa, whoa! Where are you going looking like that giant red angry bird from Angry Birds?"
"You mean 'Terence" but move it. WHERE'S THAT PIECE OF–" He held her back.
"Do whatever with him later today but first, come look at the presentations once you're done with the editing. The door-"
"Will be open, I know. Now go!" She sent him away before crossing her arms at the half passed out man.
She walked off storming away to the door with her initials engraved in the door. Seeing his initials beside her name too made her ever so annoyed.
"I will kill him, I swear- Gah!" She screamed seeing the familiar short man sitting on the table.
"I will strangle you." She gritted, walking past him.
He let out an amused chuckle.
"Kinky." He muttered.
"I heard that!"
She huffed loudly before grabbing her laptop to walk out.
"Where are you going?"
"None of your business."
"Well, it kinda is, Ms. Ahn. Don't you think Park? Ahn would be more fitting?"
"Screw you!"
"Oh, Please do!" He grinned.
The brunette slammed the door before glancing at the plaque on the door, barely missing the initials 'P. J. M' beside hers.
Perv.
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