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The ride home wasn't as terrible last night, and after your elder neighbor gave you some stew because she cooked too much, you had a satisfying dinner and an even more satisfying slumber.
You feel like the end of the week isn't too far ahead - although there really isn't anything exciting for you except for a date with your bed - and you just want to get through all your tasks for the day and get that jjajangmyeon that Yoongi said he'll get for you today so you can eat it for dinner. You were initially upset at having to pass up on him for yesterday's lunch, but you'd be the first to admit that sharing that meal with Jungkook was still worthwhile.
Not only was the dish you ordered one of the best things you've ever eaten, it was also nice to see Jungkook loosen up a bit after feeling tense all morning because of his presentation. You liked that he's being open to getting support from you, as it seems that he sees you now as more than just the assistant who's there to serve him. He seems to appreciate your thoughts and didn't even act bitterly when you gave him unsolicited advice. You feel even more that your relationship improves daily.
That is, until you enter his penthouse this Wednesday morning with barely a look of acknowledgement from him. Going through your routine, he doesn't say much; he stays silent the entire ride to the office as well.
When you enter his room to serve his coffee, his furrowed brows have returned and his jaws are clenched as he types away on his desktop.
"Ms. Cho," he calls out, his voice stern once again.
You turn around to face him, wondering what has happened since you left the office yesterday.
"Yes, Mr. Jeon?"
"I just wanted to raise that while I understand you have personal relationships with other employees, I do not appreciate you divulging the topics of our meetings with them. Even if they're my friend as well."
His last sentence gives away who he's talking about, and the conversation with Yoongi after you canceled your lunch plans with him rings in your head.
It was a harmless statement, you want to say; you didn't share any more than it being a meeting about his presentation. There was no ill-intent in you telling Yoongi why you couldn't see him for lunch. But you choose to pass up on reasoning with Jungkook. He builds his wall up even more when you do, and you don't want things to be that way again, not when they seemed to be going okay already these past few days.
So you nod and concede. "I understand, Mr. Jeon, and I apologize. I won't do it again."
Jungkook can't help but just look at you, internally smacking himself as your face falls further and as you, once again, feel far away because of his own stupidity.
"Is there anything else you need, sir?"
He shakes his head no, and you bow in response, heading out, with the sadness in your eyes as the last thing he sees.
Jungkook is unable to focus on his emails and the conference call he takes part in. The words and thoughts are all jumbled when he practices his presentation, as his gaze constantly flits to your spot just outside where you sit, doing your tasks while looking detached and dejected.
He assumes you didn't come to work expecting to be called out the way he did with you, which in hindsight, didn't seem necessary, especially knowing how it's affecting you right now. Things were going well between both of you after all - he's being more open and you're being more comfortable. Information was flowing smoothly, and communication has improved. And he just went ahead and screwed all that up.
Jungkook starts to feel stuffy. He's been in his office working on things for the Arts Center and practicing most of the day, with you only coming in to bring the lunch he'd asked Mr. Ri to buy and his cups of coffee. You've avoided his gaze and haven't said much to him, too.
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I Want You to Stay | Jungkook
FanfictionWorking for Jungkook isn't the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn't smile, he doesn't appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn't help that he's incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the...