"Okay, then I will take my leave," she said, standing up. Jungkook also stood and held her wrist, blocking her way. "Can't you stay a little longer?" he asked. Y/n looked shocked and asked, "Excuse me?" understanding why he wanted to stop her. Jungkook cleared his throat, released her hand, and nervously scratched his nape. "Actually, can you give the paper to your principal?" he requested. Y/n stared at him, not understanding a single word. "Hmm, actually, I don't have time, so I thought, why not deliver the paper to your principal?" Jungkook explained. "Okay, why not?" she said, extending her hand to receive the paper. "Let me inform my manager; he will bring the paper while you can wait here," Jungkook said. Y/n nodded and patiently sat down, awaiting the arrival of the document.
On the other hand, Jungkook excused himself and went outside, his manager, Mr. Liam, already standing there. "Mr. Liam, I need your help," Jungkook said, gripping his shoulder tightly. Mr. Liam immediately nodded, saying, "Okay, sir, but please release your hand; I might die," he added with a pained expression as Jungkook let go. "Listen, I called the principal and said I'm sending him a paper. And told him not to ask further, just take the paper, and secondly, take time to prepare the paper," Jungkook explained. "But sir, which paper are you talking about?" Mr. Liam inquired.
"Writing anything on paper and printing it out takes time, okay," Jungkook replied, then headed back toward his cabin. Meanwhile, Mr. Liam stood in place, facepalming himself. "What am I gonna do?" he muttered, then walked towards the computer to write something and printed it out. On the other hand, Y/n was amazed to see the cabin. As she stood up, her eyes were drawn to a painting hanging on the wall. Suddenly, the door opened, interrupting her thoughts. "I was just looking," she started to say, but before she could finish, Jungkook spoke……
"It's okay, you can look at it; after all, it's yours," Jungkook whispered in the last line. She smiled and traced her hand on the picture that had caught her attention. "It's beautiful, can you tell me the painter's name?" she asked.
Jungkook chuckled, looking at her cute face. "It's my design," Jungkook said, and her mouth hung open. "No way, this is so beautiful," Y/n exclaimed. "Do you like it? You can take this," Jungkook offered, but Y/n shook her head in refusal. “It's beautiful, but it's yours. I can't, but I don't understand the painting's meaning,” she asked in confusion. "The painting tells the story of a boy falling in love with a girl and waiting for his petal to come," Jungkook explained.
"That's why you use flower petals in the painting to describe it?" Y/n asked, and Jungkook nodded. She moved towards him, intending to ask more questions, but suddenly her feet got stuck, and she began to fall. Before she could touch the ground, Jungkook swiftly held her in his arms. She closed her eyes in fear, while Jungkook couldn't stop staring at her.
As Jungkook held Y/n in his arms, their eyes locked, creating a moment of unexpected intimacy. The atmosphere in the room shifted, and a subtle tension lingered. Jungkook, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, hesitated for a moment. Meanwhile, Y/n, feeling a mix of surprise and vulnerability, opened her eyes to meet Jungkook's gaze. The air seemed charged with unspoken emotions, leaving the anticipation of what might happen next hanging in the balance. On the other hand, Taehyung returned to Jungkook's office for work, but his eyes caught Mr. Liam working at a slow pace. Taehyung approached him, placing his hand on Mr. Liam's shoulder, which startled him, resulting in a scream. "Calm down, Mr. Liam, it's me," Taehyung reassured. "Oh, it's you, sir. What's happened?" Mr. Liam asked. "Why are you working like a sloth?" Taehyung inquired……
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RomanceThe CEO, a powerful figure in the corporate world, found unexpected love with a charming, simple girl. Despite their worlds being vastly different, he patiently waited for two years to meet her, navigating the complexities of their contrasting lives...