Belongs to Kims

7

Jungkook slowly opens his eyes. "Where am I? Oh my God, did that person take my virginity?" He touches his body, finding his clothes intact. Raising his leg, he feels no pain. Examining himself in the mirror, no hickeys. Touching his back, no pain. "Oh my God, nothing happened. Then why did he tear my shirt?" He touches his chest, zooms out for a moment, and recalls, "He said, 'Your eyes and heart are mine.' Oh my God, is he an organ trafficker? My kidney..." Lifting his shirt to inspect, he finds no marks.

Taehyung smiles while observing those cute actions through the camera. "Idiot."

Jungkook opens the door and walks down. "Is anybody here?"

"Yes," Taehyung replies.

"What's your problem, Taehyung? Why did you do that to me?"

"What?" Taehyung looks at him. "You tore my shirt."

"Me?" Taehyung points at himself. "Why should I? I asked the driver to get you here to discuss the contract."

"You tore my shirt, touched my chest..."

"Just shut the fuck up. Why would I? I'm not interested in boys, especially not a muzzle bunny like you." Taehyung sits on the couch. "Sit," he instructs Jungkook.

Jungkook scratches his head. "Then what happened?"

"Maybe you dreamed about me touching and kissing you. Then..."

"Shut up. I'm not into you, Mr. Playboy." Jungkook shows his teeth. "What the hell do you want to speak with me about? I'm resigning from the job."

Taehyung hands him a paper. "That's the contract we signed before, Jungkook. You should work here for six months; otherwise, we will take legal action against you."

Jungkook stares at him and tears the paper.

"It's a copy. Jungkook, I'm treating you nicely because I feel you are genuine and gentle. We can maintain a professional relationship. It's your choice."

Jungkook looks at him. "When did I sign this? Maybe, hyung..." he thinks. "Okay, fine. But I have a condition."

"What?" Taehyung looks at him.

"Don't touch me."

"No."

"Okay. Then I will go back to my apartment."

"You are staying here with me, like Sofia did."

"She lived here?" Jungkook asks.

"Yes. You're my secretary, so you should follow me every day, every minute."

"What about the bathroom, toilet, bedroom? Should I follow you there too?"

"Don't be a big mouth. Just obey me. Start working today.

"It's Sunday today, a holiday.

"Well, you don't have holidays. Go and make some juice, a health drink."

"Don't you have maids?"

"No. I have you. I need juice on my table in 15 minutes." With that, Taehyung walks upstairs.

"What job is this? I will kill you, Jeon Junggok." Jungkook screams in his mind. "Where's the kitchen?" He stomps his foot and heads to the kitchen....

***********

Jungkook....

"Jungkook! What happened to Sofia?" Jimin asks Hoseok.

"I don't know. Kooki said Tae fired her, but that boy looks so innocent. I don't know why Taehyung appointed him even."

"Maybe that person is planning something. Is that boy beautiful?"

"Yes, cute, innocent, handsome... a big mouth," Hoseok smiles.

"Oh, then I should meet him," Jimin said.

"We can."

"Hyung, I want to buy some books and pens," Jimin said.

"Yeah," they walk towards the lift. Once it opens, they see two boys kissing. Both move away. Jimin and Hobi enter the lift, standing there awkwardly.

"Hyung, do you kiss anyone?" Jimin asked as they sit in a restaurant for food.

"Two, three times in movies," Hoseok said.

"Your husband will scream a thousand cuts for a kissing scene. I know that, but in real, like that couple did."

"Aaha, with Joon," Hoseok said.

"How does it feel? Hmm... How does it feel when your lips touch someone else's lips?" Jimin asked in curiosity.

"Why are you asking this? You got married before me."

"He didn't even touch my finger. You know our marriage. He put the rings on my finger and left the hall. I was embarrassed and insulted in front of everyone," Jimin's face fell sad.

"It's okay. Then what about our marriage? Just a sign, finished."

"These Kim brothers are so problematic, hyung. They don't consider others. Hyung, my sixth sense says that Jungkook will be our co-brother soon."

Hoseok took a deep breath. "He looks so innocent, Jimin, from a village. Even Taehyung hurt him. I don't want him to be like us. I don't know. When I see him, I remember my... my... Hoseok's eyes fill with tears. "My ."

"Hyung," Jimin calls him, "but how does it feel when you kiss someone? I don't even have the height to match with Jin Hyung. Chee... I never going to kiss that Eiffel tower." Jimin nods his head aggressively......

Hoseok looks at unbelievably... Iam so much emotional here and you are speaking about kiss....

**********

"Jungkook, send these emails and arrange my Monday schedule. If you have any doubt, you can call Sofia for assistance."

"Yes, sir." Jungkook nods his head. "But which is my room?" he asks.

"upstairs."

"Upstairs? But I think this room is good. I mean, I can easily access the kitchen."

"I TOLD YOU TO GO UPSTAIRS!" Taehyung shouts, catching the boy's collar and pulling him upstairs.

"What are you doing? Leave me!" Jungkook shouts.

"This is your room." Taehyung throws the boy onto the bed. "And don't dare to cross your limits." Taehyung closes the door with a loud thud. "Scoundrel."

Jungkook sits on the bed. "I hate you." He pouts in anger.