Jin
I stare dumbfounded at the empty pen-stand, my brain going a million miles a minute and my heart beating fast under my chest. Where the hell has that audio recorder gone?
I look wildly around the room. No other pen-stands present that I could have confused this one with. Not a single one in sight. It was definitely this one I put it in.
And it's just gone. Disappeared into thin air. Missing. Vanished. Vamoosed.
I turn to Jungkook, who's reappeared at the door with Namjoon at his heels. He's dictating orders to him already, Namjoon nodding intelligently at his every word. 'Uh...Mr Jeon?' I don't think addressing him as Jungkook in front of a subordinate would be too professional.
'Yes, Seokjin?' The two of them look at me. I stare back, not exactly knowing what to say.
'Uh..' I stutter, my words failing me miserably, 'Uh..the meeting...Mr Kim?'
'Yes?'
'Well, uh, I was wondering if...if someone else came into the room when you had the meeting.'
Jungkook scrunches up his forehead, then shakes his head. 'No, I don't think so. We were alone for the entire half-hour. You can rest assured, Seokjin, the conversation was strictly private.'
'Uh...' he's not getting the point! And how can I possibly ask him in plain words? How can I ask him where an audio recorder I had slipped into the room where a private conversation was taking place is gone? 'Uh..okay, then. Thanks.'
I feel Jungkook staring at my back for a moment as I turn away, my fingers still fumbling with the damn pen stand. A sudden chill strikes me in my heart. What if Jungkook found the audio recorder and took it? What if he saw me slipping it into the pen stand when I thought no one was looking?
Of course he did it. He was the only one who could have done it.
I feel so terribly embarrassed. Guilty. He's not showing it, but I'm sure he's disgusted at me.
I can almost feel, hear, know the thoughts going in his brain: how could you do this, Seokjin? Did you really think you could spy on me like this? How can you be so unethical? You do have a right to know about what your husband said to me but is this the way to handle things when you are unable to exercise that right? I am so disappointed in you.
I feel horrible. I get away from the table and run towards the door, my face flaming. Jungkook puts out a hand and stops me, looking surprised.
He's feigning it. I can see it in his face.
'Where you going, Seokjin?'
'Nowhere,' I can barely look at him as I say the words. I feel his and Namjoon's concerned stares on the side of my head. 'Just...uh...bathroom. I'll be back in a moment.'
I run out of the office without looking back and straight into the men's washroom. I lock myself into a stall and start tearing up. My first day at work, partnering with Jungkook, the gentleman of my dreams, and I've already proved myself a loser.
I hate myself.
.......
I manage to get through the day, somehow. Jungkook seems puzzled about why I'm acting so strange, but I know he's faking it. I guess he doesn't want me to feel worse than I'm already feeling.
How, how, how could I have been so stupid to have the idea of putting an audio recorder in the room secretly? Was that conversation really that important to me? I wish I could go back in time and just break that damn recorder into pieces.
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Bond Made in Hell || A TAEJIN STORY || Arranged Marriage
FanficA arranged marriage au between Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung. "If you can't respect me, just divorce me." "Don't tempt me, Seokjin." TRIGGER WARNING⚠️