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• [Alert: Short but spicy chapter (¬‿¬) ]

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"JIMIN!! You little devil! What did you post on social media, huh? TELL ME RIGHT NOW! DELETE IT, OR I SWEAR, I'LL END YOU!"

You screamed at the top of your lungs, chasing after Jimin as he ran like his life depended on it.

"Baby girl, I just posted the truth!" he shouted over his shoulder with a smirk. "Why are you so mad? Chill out!"

You grabbed a slipper and threw it at him. "YOU SHORTY! HAVE YOU EVEN SEEN YOUR FACE IN THE MIRROR?!-OH WAIT, I FORGOT-YOU CAN'T EVEN REACH IT!"

Jimin gasped, clutching his chest. "Ouch! That hurt, woman! I have feelings too, you know!"

You grabbed a pillow from the couch and flung it at him. He ducked and laughed loudly.

"You better run, Park Jimin! I swear I'm gonna shave off your eyebrows in your sleep!"

Jimin ran around the corner, shouting, "You'll have to catch me first, slowpoke!"

You sighed and collapsed on your bed, out of breath. "Ugh, fine! I'll let you go for now... but just wait, Jimin... I'll get my revenge."

You grabbed your phone to check the post. Your eyes widened.

"HE POSTED MY SLEEPING PICTURES?! With drool?!" you shrieked. "I'm gonna kill him!"

Just then, Jimin peeked into the room with a mischievous grin.

"By the way, cow-your pictures are looking so sexy. Everyone loves them!" he said, waving his phone like a trophy.

"WHAT?! JIMIN!! DELETE IT! I'M SERIOUS!"

He stuck his tongue out. "Make me!" Then he ran off again laughing like a madman.

You grabbed your second slipper and ran after him. "YOU'RE DEAD MEAT, PARK JIMIN!"

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The Next Day!

Jimin pushed open the office door, walking in with a smile-only to freeze the moment he saw someone already inside.

His very handsome and intimidating boss was sitting at the head of the table, typing something on his laptop.

"Sir! You're early today," Jimin said, surprised.

Mr. Kim looked up, his deep voice calm. "Just wanted to go over a few things before everyone gets here."

Then his eyes landed on you.

"And you, Y/N? How are you this morning?"

You gave a small smile, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. "I'm good, sir."

Just then, Namjoon and Jin entered with a few others, chatting and laughing as they took their seats. The meeting was about to begin.

You sat across from Jimin, while he, as usual, took his seat right beside Mr. Kim.

As the meeting started, you kept thinking about yesterday's drama.

"That little gremlin Jimin... posting ugly sleeping pictures of me drooling? Just wait. I'm gonna roast you alive, shorty."

You were so lost in your evil thoughts that you didn't notice something tap your foot gently under the table.

You blinked, looking up to see Jimin subtly nodding at you, motioning toward the screen.

"Focus, genius," he mouthed silently.

You rolled your eyes but turned back to the meeting.

Then a naughty idea popped into your head.

"If he wants to mess with me, fine. But two can play this game."

You smirked, sliding down a little in your chair. Slowly, you slipped off one of your heels.

You lifted your leg and brushed your foot lightly against Jimin's ankle under the table.

No reaction.

You moved up higher, gently stroking his calf.

Still nothing.

Your brow twitched. "Huh? Why isn't he reacting?"

Determined, you went for it-you slid your foot up and pressed your toes right against his crotch.

Aha.

You felt something twitch beneath the fabric.

"Gotcha now, shorty," you thought smugly.

You looked up at him, expecting him to choke or turn red.

But Jimin?

He didn't even flinch.

In fact, he was calmly sipping water.

You narrowed your eyes. "Why is he so calm?! Is he made of stone?!"

You pressed your foot more firmly, ready to destroy him-

Then you heard it.

A low, choked cough from the front of the room.

You turned your head.

Mr. Kim.

He wasn't looking at anyone. His eyes were straight ahead.

But his face?

Red. Very red.

And his hand? Loosening his tie.

Your heart dropped.

Your foot was still resting under the table.

You panicked, slowly pulling your leg back.

"Oh my god. No. No no no. Did I just-"

You looked at Jimin in shock.

He raised his brows, trying not to laugh.

"Oh god. I wasn't touching Jimin... I was touching-MR. KIM?!"

You gasped quietly, your hands covering your mouth.

Meanwhile, Mr. Kim cleared his throat again and took a long sip of water, his jaw clenched.

"Everyone, please focus on the chart," he said, voice a little deeper than usual.

You wanted to sink under the table and disappear forever.

Jimin leaned closer across the table, whispering with a smug grin, "Oops... wrong leg, baby girl?"

You kicked him lightly under the table, face on fire.

"Shut up," you mouthed.

But he just winked.

And you?

You buried your face in your notebook, praying the floor would swallow you whole.

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• TO BE CONTINUE.🍷

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