form follows heart /jungri

iii. the fall down to hell

a/n: excuse me if there are errors; i only ran through this once so didn't get to edit it very thoroughly. anyways, i hope yall enjoy this chapter!<3 thanks for reading and commenting:)))))

The next week, Yerim avoided Jungkook like he was the plague.

Jungkook didn't get the memo, though, because every time they finished a meeting - the only times Yerim allowed him to get within six feet of her - he would stride towards her with that clean-cut suit and those dark, soulful eyes. Every time he did that, she would run out of the meeting room, dodging people here and there and muttering quick apologies.

She wasn't sure why he was so persistent in getting to her, but his motives probably dripped with evilness and Jungkook-assholeness, especially after what she said to him. Maybe he was going to waterboard her, except instead of using water, he'll be using his urine. Maybe he was going to throw her out of his office window, which was located on the fifteenth floor, crack her skull, and watch as she bled over the white concrete. Maybe (and probably the most realistic) he was going to fire her.

Either way, Yerim shuddered just thinking about it.

It wasn't like she desperately wanted to work here. She had other job offers and other contracts to consider, but they didn't pay as well as this firm, so she had no option but to stick with the devil. Besides, her co-workers were all caring and fun people, and she was unwilling to leave them behind.

So, Yerim had decided that until she got a higher position than Jungkook or received a better paying job, she was going to have to play nice. She had strictly and perfectly followed her rule, until yesterday's chaos.

"Oh my god," she groaned, "I can't believe I actually said those words to him."

Yerim was slumped over the breakroom table, a muffin and banana left untouched by her side. Her two closest work friends, Jimin and Irene, were leaning against the counter, where they had made matching coffees and were now simultaneously sipping on the steamy caffeine. It had been eight days since the incident, but she had recalled every detail when she told them the story.

Jimin slowly shook his head. "I want to laugh."

She made a face. "It's not funny."

Irene sipped on her coffee, but the mug didn't hide the smile stretching her almond face. "I can't believe he hasn't fired you, yet."

"No, but he is!" Yerim glanced at her banana and suddenly had an urge to wack it against Jungkook's face for giving her unnecessary stress. "He's been trying to talk to me this whole week, but I've been avoiding him."

"Oh," Irene tilted her head. "You're in trouble."

"I know," Yerim groaned again, tugging on the roots of her hair.

"I don't think so," Jimin piped up. Upon seeing both of their confused faces, he shook his head. "Don't get me wrong. He'll definitely give you hell, but he's also smart. And you're too good of an architect to let go."

Yerim couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, buddy."

He winked in response.

Irene finished her last gulp, and placed her mug in the sink. "If he gives you too much hell, though, tell me. We can play racquetball and release all of our anger."

A bunch of bloody images flew through her head, all involving Jungkook in some shape and form. "Thanks," Yerim smiled, blowing Irene a kiss, who caught it and threw it back with a giggle. The good mood didn't last long, though, because as if they had summoned the devil, Jungkook's secretary poked her head into the breakroom. Yerim's heart immediately dropped.