"Where the hell is it? Hey, Hobi!" Mr. Jeon yells, roaming through the drawers of his big desk.
Hobi walks in quickly, since his boss, Mr. Jeon's door was wide open, "Yes sir?"
"Do you know where I left the files that I had planned on giving to Jungkook?"
Hobi thinks for a second, then opens his mouth to speak but someone else beats him to it.
"I already have them," Jungkook says, walking into the room with an emotionless face, hair perfectly done, and a plain black suit with not one wrinkle fitting his buff body extremely well.
"Ah, I forgot I already gave them to you," Mr. Jeon says, laughing nervously as he stands.
Jungkook sighs quietly, "You need a new secretary. Where is Jisoo?"
"She left, remember? Off to other things."
"Find a new one."
Mr. Jeon chuckles at how straightforward and bossy his son is. He's truly been born this way, "Okay, okay, I will work on it..well, actually, Hobi can you find me a new secretary?"
Hobi's eyes widen, "Uh-Sir, isn't that a job for you? You'd want to find one that's perfect for you not me-"
"I trust your input."
"But, Jungkook is a great person to chose a secretary as well! I-I means he's also my boss, so he's a perfect choice to chose someone-"
"No the hell he isn't! He hates everyone!" Mr. Jeon laughs.
Hobi laughs, nodding his head in agreement shyly.
Jungkook just rolls his eyes and makes his way out of his Father's office, and to his very own.
Another long day at a place he doesn't care too much about.
He never planned on working for, or apparently with his Father, but he knew he wanted to be a business man, and since his Father is a CEO now, finally settling down with a job after years, he figured he could learn a thing or two.
Plus, he doesn't have the heart or passion for many other things.
Well...except for writing.
Jungkook takes a seat and turns his computer on, quickly going back to where he left off.
What does he write, you might ask?
He doesn't write stories, but he does enjoy writing about his days, or maybe his thoughts, memories throughout the days.
Usually things are boring and uneventful, but he always finds a way to add more.
Sometimes in situations, he's reminded of his past. More specifically, of one specific person.
Never once did Jungkook think he'd remember any child from any school...but this person changed that, and only in one month.
Back then it was embarrassing for him to admit, but now, he lets his mind wonder off deeply about it freely, without any sort of discomfort.
Jungkook sits back and stares out the window.
"I wonder how Jimin Park is doing.."
Jungkook walks into the meeting room quiet as always, and tiredly as well.
He was up all night planning and working because his Father doesn't always know how to do things himself, apparently.
He takes a seat and keeps his head down, rubbing his temples as he tries to wake himself up.
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The Clumsy One Is Mine (Jikook)
FanfictionJungkook: Shameless, serious, brutally honest, and emotionless. Jimin: Loud, outgoing, adorable...and most of all, extremely clumsy. Oddly enough the two opposites became friends back then...until Jimin disappeared, but years later they cross path...