The Only One || Jungkook

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Jungkook was trying to understand why she was there, peeking over Jihu's shoulder while he explained the reason they were there. He only had to do one thing, and it was looking over Y/n so she wouldn't pull another trick to mess with them all. But it seemed like it was useless, because she managed to go outside.

—I'm sorry, sir. You wanted her to eat, but she insisted she wouldn't eat anything unless she saw you —Jihu started his explanation.

Jungkook's eyes moved from the man in front of him, to the pair of curious eyes that were staring at him. He scoffed, finally standing up to make his way -slow and heavy- to the two people that bursted into his office when they weren't supposed to.

—So that's what happened? —the change from Korean to English got Y/n's attention, finally being able to understand what the conversation was about.

But he wasn't asking that question to Jihu, he was asking the question to the same woman who wanted to be challenging enough to force others to do what she wanted, and that was hiding like a lost puppy behind the person she forced there.

—Yes —Jihu answered.

—I'm not speaking to you —the sudden raise of his voice made everyone in the room jump, startled—. I thought I was clear with not letting her step outside.

—She was with me all the time —he tried to justify himself.

—I don't give a fuck —he stood in front of the man—. My order was simple, or wasn't it? —deathly eyes stared into Jihu's black ones— Yet you gave in to what her greedy ass wanted.

At first, it all started as inoffensive and soft slaps on his face as he spoke, but it suddenly changed to a rougher one, that made his face turn by the impact and Y/n jump for the loud and unexpected sound.

—It was my fault —she finally stepped in between them, changing the language back to English—. He said you wanted me to eat, and I told him I wouldn't until I saw you —she admitted, locking her eyes with his.

Jungkook broke eye contact, just to momentarily spare a glance at Jihu, motioning him to leave the room, along with the other three man standing in front of the double door. His eyes went back to her, finding out her expression hadn't changed a tiny bit.

—You really think you can do whatever the fuck you want?

—Says the person who bought another one —she scoffed under her breath—. You want me here just to sit in your house, and wait for you?

—That's exactly what I told you yesterday —he tilted his head, giving her a cocky smile.

—I'm not a fucking dog —she spitted the words on his face, taking a step ahead to get closer to him—. If you want something that will shake its tail when you get home, get a fucking poodle and leave me alone.

—Doll, seems like you still don't understand what this is about —he towered over her—. I'm paying you good money just to stay still in one fucking place. It's the easiest of the jobs. I could've finished with you a long time ago —he grabbed her chin with two of his fingers—. Be grateful with what you got instead, and start listening to what I say, because you're starting to get on my nerves.

Thinking she'd finally shut up and agree with him, he let go of her chin and got ready to get back to his chair. But two words hit him like a lit match falling over a pool of gasoline.

—Or what?

The macabre smile that formed in his face made her regret those two words, knowing too well that whatever that was to come wouldn't be of her liking.

—Sit there —he pointed with his head to one of the big chairs, placed on one of the sides of his office.

To his surprise, she did as she was told, stepping back from him cautiously as she walked to the place he told her. As she sat there, she took a look at the huge office he had. She wouldn't be surprised if her house in Mallorca fitted in this place itself. She also wondered how any of those men dared to have their meetings, and talk about their things, in such a public place. Not that it was all up on everyone's faces, but judging by the tall buildings she was able to spot over the window, they were in the middle of the city.