LUCKY SEVEN ✱ jungkook

06 - YES, BOSS.

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CAR RIDES CAN BE DULL when you're being picked up at seven-thirty in the morning without notice. Sure, Taehyung had told me that he would be coming over but I would have assumed the earliest being nine.

First rays of the morning sun timidly peek through the horizon, yet silence hangs in the air like a heavy fog. The lack of words shared only amplifies the awkward feeling, though I am somewhat thankful that Taehyung decides not to replay the events of last night.

"Are you prepared for a potential interview?"

The soft leather of the passenger seat beneath my thighs caresses my skin, but fails to provide any sort of lavish comfort I yearn for.

"Interview?" The car seems to move in slow motion, prolonging the agony of the journey as I turn to face Taehyung's blank expression as he drives. "This isn't a permanent job role, I'm only paying off my debt."

"A debt that my cousin takes very seriously if you hadn't noticed already."

"You could buy three of those cars without the need of my little debt-repaying-scheme. Heck, you're already driving a new one."

Once again, silence dominates.

I let out a huff of resentment tugging at the lilac pyjama shorts that do little to nothing in efforts to cover my thighs.

"I can't believe you didn't let me change into something appropriate for an interview."

"Better you turn up in pyjama shorts than turn up late, Jungkook doesn't take lateness well. Especially not on the first day, Zee." I'll make sure to be five whole minutes late for the interview.

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Perhaps deciding to be late was on the list of not-so-carefully-thought-out-ideas, and that theory is soon proved true when met with a longly marinated silence. A deafening silence that I so desperately want to break through.

A chilling unease rises to the surface of my spine when I gather Jungkook's gaze traveling down to my choice of attire for the day, and it takes every ounce of my being to not let a sarcastic joke slip.

"Do you intend to begin working in pyjama shorts, Miss Rabbit?" He leans forwards then, arms resting at the desk. Right elbow inches away from the gun I hadn't noticed until now.

"Am I in trouble already?" The words are voiced before I can even mentally process asking them. Shit, well now I sound like a child worthy of being teased and it must show from the way I gather the visibly growing tight-lipped smile etching his features.

"We hadn't seen the best first impressions, Nari," His stare seems to fixate at my thighs, and I begin to feel like the focal subject of his attention. Nari. That would be the name I provided Taehyung with on my paperwork for the said interview which I believe is currently unfolding.

I simply nod in hopes of appearing engaged, despite the faint pang of disappointment that gathers at the pit of my stomach under his seemingly unimpressed stare when his dark irises finally reach my own eyes.

"If you are to work under my supervision, our so-called relationship requires some form of professionalism that I am willing to negotiate with and put our differences aside in favour of."

"What are you trying to insinuate? I do not plan to work here for no longer than is required to pay off my unnecessary debt to you," His eyes flicker with amusement that defuses just as fast.

"Professionalism is something you appear to struggle with, it seems. Why so skeptical?"

"You're a Jeon."

"That would be correct."

I blink, "You have a gun."

Jungkook's arm is stiff when he straightens his back and I realise it's from the impact of the accident and guilt swims in my stomach for a moment but I refuse to let it show. His following statement doing enough for my concern to evaporate.

"It could be fake, Nari."

"Could be."

"Would you prefer we test it out?" My eyelids weigh down in annoyance as I exhale, only to notice a grin of satisfaction tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Soon enough, he turns his attention to what I register as my resume. The papers all too familiar, in the exact condition I presented them to Taehyung in. Sinking to the plush material of his desk chair, Jungkook seems to flick through the document with little care. I can only hope he rushes over the details, not prying too deeply into the evident lack of truth hidden behind the history of work noted.

"It appears you have moderate experience with bartending," His eyes follow a path to mine, "four months, Nightlife in Daegu? I have heard the environment there is pretty hostile."

"Pretty hostile is a generous way to put it." My throat runs dry at the vocal clarification, the faint memory of having intoxicated palms latched over my neck and unwarranted panic.

"Well, we should not have any problems with hostility here," His voice has a convincing edge, two fingers now gliding smoothly across his chin as he manages a lopsided grin, "I do take pride in being a gentleman."

"A gentleman?" Yeah, right.

"Not every man you meet while doing business here will be as nice as me, little minx," An unwanted lump begins to form in my throat as he stands and takes effortless steps that gravitate closer to where I stand, "No more stealing jewellery."

"Don't you mean, no more stealing your jewellery?"

His glare narrows, a sole finger flicking at the underside of my chin as he stands directly before me. Towering over my shoulders. I falter.

"You sure do have quite the big mouth for a woman who has been unemployed for the past five months." Well, shit. "Can we agree to be professional, hm?"

"Sure, your highness. Forgive me for I have sinned."

"Kim Nari."

I straighten my spine, reminding myself that Jungkook is now my boss. And, I could really use the cash I will be gaining on the side of this entire pay-off-work.

"Fine," I say with the sweetest and most docile smile I can possibly muster, pretending I didn't catch the look of victory glinting his eye. "You have gained yourself a professional agreement, sir."

"I'll have Taehyung arrange the uniform needed, as of today, you'll get a tour of the yacht." The yacht?

And Jungkook chuckles, an airy and contagious laughter that would have any woman weak in the knees. Only, I refuse to give him that satisfaction. He likely saw the confusion melting my softened expression, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Did my dear cousin not give you a briefing of the details?" He raises a brow expectantly, "I doubt that, but it seems like someone needs to pay closer attention. As to not miss key detail."

I bite down on my tongue instead of revealing how deafening the silence was during the entire drive.

"Yes, sir." And as I am about to take my leave, I hear his velvet-smooth voice call out once more.

"Nari?"

I halt. My name sounding candied and pleasantly delivered, enough to make my clit throb.

"It's Yes, boss, coming from you," I decide to remain silent, somehow knowing he was yet to finish with the taunting. "You won't last a day."

"Watch me, boss," And with that, I leave.