Jungkook just got a new job as a manager for a rich CEO. But, it's a girl?
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"Jungkook? Did you- no, you wouldn't... Jungkook you aren't drunk, right?"
His head seemed to be spinning, and he sti...
Wait, isn't that Jimin hyung?!The girl's smile grew huge when she saw him. She ran toward him, squealing. They hugged each other. So, Jimin hyung had a girl...? Hyung picked her up by her waist. She shrieked and slapped his arm. He put her back down laughing. They walked to a bench, a bench close to where I was at.
"Jiminie, Ms. Choi found me a manager, in like, 2 seconds!"
They started talking. Jiminie? Only his close friends call him that.
"I know who the manager is."
"Wait, did she call you? I should've known!"
She slapped his shoulder and it probably hurt. Jimin hyung looked so hurt at that moment, it reminded me of how I almost choked him today. I should apologize.
"Jiminie, are you okay? Did it hurt that much? Are you going to tell me whose the manager?"
Jimin laughed.
"Um, he's my friend. Really close friend. He's a year older than you and has been looking for a job for a while."
"Is he hot?"
She laughed so hard at her own question. Hyung laughed harder. They calmed down after a minute.
"You really wanna know? Well, he's had a lot of girls ask him out, but he never said yes."
"Oh, so he's-"
Her phone rang.
"Sorry, gimme a sec."
She picked it up.
"Hello, Kim Yn of Kim Corporations is speaking."
NEXT DAY, 12:34
"Come on! Go!"
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Everyone was yelling at me, telling me I was going to be late. As if I cared. All that was stuck in my mind was the girl from yesterday.
"Ok, ok! Bye!"
I ran out of the house, got in my car, and started it, taking a deep breath. I followed the directions and made it to a huge building. Damn. I parked my car. I headed in, fixing my collar. I went up to the receptionist.
"Which floor is the CEO on?"
She blushed. She tucked her hair behind her ear and spoke.
"15th floor."
I nodded and walked to the elevator. My hands were sweating, so I rubbed it on the wrinkles that were on my jacket. I pressed the button for the 15th floor. 2 minutes later, I was there. I wanted to look confident so I straightened my back and the door opened. Everyone looked at me. All the girls blushed and even hid their faces with the papers in their hands.
I asked a guy around my age where the bosses office was. He gave me the directions and I came to room with a grey door. I breathed and knocked on the door.
