"Who the hell are you?", the Lion growled.
"K-Kim..Tae-taehyung...", the Lamb replied.
"What are you doing here?", He bit out.
"I wanted to talk to you.....", Taehyung mumbled.
"Talk to me? Really?" His look was a mixture of astonishment & pity.
"Y...
Jeon Jeongguk glared at the hapless beauty, who had believed she could romance her way into a lucrative modeling contract with his company.
He hates these kind of people. Useless. They never uses their talents or mind. Oh yeah yeah, for that they need to have one.
Freaking mindless peoples always falling over their bosses with their plastic boobs.
"Get out!" he said, flinging her portfolio of images towards the door as if to show her the way. The model yelped. And then dashed towards and out of the door as quickly as her 6-inch heels and small dress allowed, leaving her file behind.
The door was left swinging but the sudden closing indicated the entry of a new person which went unnoticed by the CEO due to his anger.
Jeongguk gazed at the file beside the entrance with anger and frustration. A frown appeared between his nicely sculpted brows. What were a pair of local sneakers doing next to the file?
Jeongguk slowly shifted his gaze from the sneaker up to see the black linen pants , then to the pink shirt that slipped till the waist but you could make out that there are full hips and slim waist underneath it, moving up to the full bosom, a swan like slender neck with a locket in between, and finally to the most beautiful face he had ever seen in his 30 years.
There at his doorstep stood a boy.
The boy's frightened hazel eyes met his intense, angry onyx ones. Jeongguk's gaze sharpened on his face, frustrated with himself for the way his breath caught at the sight of the boy's face, which seemed to glow.
Jeongguk noticed his fist clenching the shirt's hem corner in fear.
"Who the hell are you?" he growled.
"Ki... Kim Ta..ehyung-g..." The boy stammered.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. Taehyung.... an interesting name, though he didn't seem pleased to be in his office.
"I wanted to talk to you..." Taehyung said quietly.
Jeon Jeongguk raised an eyebrow.
"Talk to me? Really?" His expression was a mix of surprise and pity.
"Yes... You are Jeon Jeongguk, aren't you?" Taehyung asked, verifying.
"I am. Did you really think you could just walk into my office and... TALK to me?" the business tycoon drawled.
"Yes. I knew if it was late and you were alone, I might get the chance to speak with you privately," Taehyung admitted.
Jeongguk's silence was a question. This boy, is he a stalker?. No. He doesn't seem like it.
"I had tried to get an appointment through your receptionist and private secretary many times, but was unsuccessful. Then I figured out that your secretary leaves at 6 even if you stay late, so I came hoping to find you alone."
Jeongguk raised his eyebrows.
"So, you really wanted to see me? You must need something badly. Is it charity? A job?"
"No!" His eyes were wide and earnest.
"Why couldn't you get an appointment?" Jeongguk crossed his arms and tilted his head.
Taehyung fidgeted with his hands, looking flustered. "Because I couldn't explain why I wanted to see you."
Jeongguk observed him, then glanced at his pile of work. This boy in front of him seemed more intriguing. It was no contest.
"Sit down," he commanded.
Taehyung slowly sat at the edge of a chair as jeongguk settled into his authoritative seat.
"Speak," Jeongguk's order boomed inside the large office.
Taehyung hesitated.
"Time is money, Kim Taehyung shii," Jeon Jeongguk's voice was low and dangerous.
Taehyung looked into his fiery eyes and swallowed.
"And my time is worth a lot of money," he made clear, reclining in his large chair.
"Really?" Taehyung asked innocently, pulling out a strawberry woven tote bag and rummaging through it.
Jeongguk looked at the scene confused.
After a seconds, the boy produced a cooky neck pillow, placing it on his desk, then added a bright red umbrella, a packet of strawberries, 3-4 packets of biscuits and a rolled gimbap wrapped in a foil.
Jeongguk stared in disbelief at the growing pile on his desk.
With a satisfied grunt, taehyung finally retrieved what he had been searching for—a small, biscuit shaped pouch.
From it, he took a crumpled 1000 won note, tried to smooth it out, and placed it on his desk.
"Will this do?" Taehyung asked, his gaze steady.
If taehyung's expression weren't so serious, jeongguk would think he was insane. Was he dreaming? But he never dreamed...
"Is it too much?" Taehyung asked, frowning.
Jeongguk shook his head slowly, indicating 'No.'
"Is it too little?" The boy remained serious.
"No," Jeongguk replied hoarsely.
The boy sighed in relief and began repacking his bag, putting the biscuits, strawberries, umbrella, purse, gimbap and neck pillow back inside.
Innocence of this boy is making him feel weird inside. What's he doing?
"Can I talk now?" Taehyung asked.
Jeon Jeongguk, one of the largest world's business tycoon, could only nod.
------------------ Hey. New story.
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Annndddd... Happiest birthday to our kookie💜☘️. Taehyung's Jeongguk. May happiness never fade away from your life bebe.. 🎀💜☘️
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