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Liliana
Did I just hear right?
Jeon Jungkook fired him? But why? Because he was yelling at me? I wouldn’t say that I feel bad for Seon-Ho, because he was really being a jerk to me and literally insisting on me to overwork when he should have talked to me gently as he obviously knows that my doctor told my Mum not to shout at me. It affects me. But the question is—why is Jeon Jungkook doing this? Is he pitying me or something? Or, he just wants to show his dominance over me?
“But, Mr. Jeon—”
“Leave before I change my mind and blacklist you so that you can’t get a single job in the future. You wouldn’t want me to show my power this way.” He says calmly and I hear heavy footsteps of leaving. I breathe heavily and clasp my fingers together, staring at them and I don’t really dare to lift my head to face the devil.
I see the white Nike Air Jordan come to my view and my heartbeat quickens. Everything that happened to the library comes to my mind. I was manhandled by him. Gosh, I was never close to any guy before him. And I couldn't even resist him. His manly scent with a mixture of strong perfume and sweat reaches my nostril and I breathe in. Inhale his scent.
“Lift your head, Little Flower.” He says huskily and I slowly lift my head to face the handsome devil. His long black hair with a hint of curl, sweat gathers at his forehead and he didn’t bother to wipe them and he looks ten times more gorgeous than he already is. “Why—you shouldn’t have fired him.” I mumble softly and he shoves his inked hand inside the pocket, his jaw clenches tightly and then he pokes his tongue inside his cheek.
“I fired him because I didn’t want to ruin the reputation of my parlor.” He says and I say ‘Ohh’. “You own this parlor too.” I didn’t ask him as I already know the answer. He probably owns half of South Korea, it’s not a big deal though. “Do you own everything in Seoul?” I ask softly and he chuckles, he runs his pink tongue over his upper teeth which barely touches his upper lip too while watching me like a hawk.
“Probably.” He answers calmly. His eyes drop down to my feet and I notice the string of my left sneaker is undone. “Shake your leg, I’ll train you today.” He says and my head snaps towards him. “What?” I snap. I tried to make it more strong but as my vocal cord is not strong so, it was merely a whisper and I hate this. This is the only reason I don’t talk to people often. The only reason people assume that I’m rude and cold.
But it’s my voice that always stops me from talking. People often don’t understand what I tell and my friends in the past always stopped me because they didn’t understand what I was saying. It hurts. It really hurts and I’m used to it now. “You heard me right. Do not insist on me to work on myself.” He says calmly and I bite my lower lip hard. Looking down, I stare at my sneakers while pondering about the situation.
