one night stand | jjk

6

"Fuck," you cursed as you threw up into the toilet, clutching your stomach in agony. The excruciating pain made it even worse. you assumed it was the croissant, but how? You've been eating one every day for breakfast for over a month. Suddenly, the restroom door burst open, and in walked Jeon Jungkook.

He briskly checked each stall until he found you. "Ms. Lee," he said with concern, surprised to see you in this state. "What are you doing here?" you managed to ask, wondering if he had any ulterior motive. Was he really here to help? But then again, why would CEO Jeon Jungkook lend a hand?

Despite your skepticism, he seemed genuinely concerned. "Mr. Jeon," you acknowledged, but before you could say more, he cut in.

"I've got something to tell you," he said. You couldn't care less about his news. He was standing in the women's restroom, watching you vomit and look miserable, he couldn't find himself doing nothing when you certainly look like you're in pain, so attempts to help you out but then stops, considering your distaste towards him, he'd rather not lend a hand and just stand beside you for, emotional support, although he just wants to get back to his meeting after informing you about his greatest discovery.

"Fuck," you muttered, standing up from the ground and cleaning the stall before heading to the sink to wash your mouth and clean your face. you're grateful for the high maintained washrooms, it made throwing up easier and a lot less messy. You rinsed your mouth several times, but the aftertaste lingered stubbornly on the tip of your tongue. Your makeup had washed off, leaving you with a pale, sour face.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your sleeve and turned around to meet the eyes of a curious man who stood behind you with his hands inside the pockets of his linen pants. "Why are you still here, Mr. Jeon?" you asked, touching up the little matte lipstick that seemed to have left it's tint on your lips. Jungkook clicked his tongue,

momentarily forgetting why he was still there. He walked to stand in front of you, leaning against the counter of the women's washroom, he was relieved no staff member had walked in to misunderstand the situation the both of you were in. "I've got important news to tell you," he began. "It can wait," you interrupted as he separated his lips to voice out the whole issue.

"No, it can't," he insisted with a serious expression that indicated something significant. But what could be so important that he had to tell you immediately? and in the women's washroom? You had a strong intuition that he might fire you, and frankly, it seemed justified. Considering the numerous meetings you'd disrupted, causing inconvenience not only for yourself but also for other staff members, it was understandable. "Just tell me you're going to fire me," you said. "It makes sense—"

"You're pregnant," he interrupted bluntly. He spoke without hesitation or emotion, his words though were a matter of fact. a blank expression sits on your face hearing his words. you think you didn't actually hear him right. the man realizes he had caught you off guard but he didn't really care. He wasn't the type to sugarcoat things or offer a 'congratulations.'

You stared at him, disbelief and confusion mixing in your mind. How? When? Whose? Of course, he was joking. You chuckled, trying to laugh off the serious atmosphere he had created. "That's a nice joke, Mr. Jeon! You almost got me with that one," you said, covering your mouth to stifle your laughter.

Jungkook sighed, looking frustrated. "This is not a joke, Ms. Lee. I've been informed," he said, his tone now carrying concern and sincerity. His gaze, darkened eyes and furrowed brows, distracted you from laughing. You stopped as your breathing quickened. "What do you mean?" you whispered.

"Who told you and when?" "You passed out during the meeting. The nurse did a check-up and informed me," he explained. "That's not possible!" you whispered, utterly confused.