Jungkook tried to calm his rising heart, then immediately escaped to his room. "What am I thinking? Like mom said, I don't deserve him," he thought as he leaned against the wall near the door. "I like you, sir, but you're never going to know that." He took a deep breath and peeped through his door. "Where has this man gone?" He looked around carefully.
"What are you doing, Jungkook?" A pleasant fragrance hit Kooki's nostrils. He slowly turned and faced the man. "Good evening, sir."
"Good evening," Taehyung said, frowning slightly. "Looking for me?"
"No... I... I... I was checking the floor. Whether it's clean or not..." Jungkook panted heavily.
"Oh..."
Jungkook stared at Taehyung, noticing how tired and weak he looked. "Is there anything on my face?" Taehyung asked.
"No, sir... Where were you?"
"Hmm?"
"Sorry... I mean you... I..." Jungkook searched for words.
"I was sick, Jungkook... Fever..."
"What? Oh my God... Are you okay?" Jungkook touched Taehyung's forehead and neck. "You're still ill... Why did you come here? You should rest, sir. Why are you standing like this? Sit down..." He caught Tae's hand and made him sit on his chair. "Should I make you some tea?"
Taehyung stared at Jungkook with a warm smile. "I'm alright, Jungkook... Actually, I missed you so..."
"So what, sir? You should care for yourself."
"Didn't you miss me?" Taehyung asked.
"No," Jungkook said suddenly. "Why should I?"
"I thought you missed me... Whatever, this is the last day of my challenge. Today, I'm going back home."
Jungkook felt his heart was going to burst soon. "I told you, sir, you would fail," his voice became low.
"For the first time in my life, I failed... Whatever... Bye, Jungkook. I just came here to say goodbye." He stood up and walked outside, leaving Jungkook alone. Once Taehyung was gone, Jungkook sat on the floor and cried silently.
************
"Are you okay, Kooki?" Mingyu asked the boy who was lying lifelessly.
"Yes... Just a headache," Jungkook replied
"Do you want some medicine?"
"No, Min... Let me sleep for a while."
"Okay... Then take some rest."
"This is all because of you... I hate you..." Jungkook wiped his eyes sharply. "Why did you do this to me, Kim? Why? I lost my first love." He wiped his eyes again. "I hate you... Fucking bitch..." he muttered under his breath. "Go to London, marry 70 Year-old witch, and she'll divorce you the very next day." He pouted and wiped his eyes once more. "Bloody handsome cockroach," Jungkook gritted his teeth. "Stupid."
Suddenly, his phone rang. Without looking at the contact, he picked up the phone. "Hello," he said harshly.
"Cursing me?" came the deep voice.
"Good God..." Jungkook sprang up from the bed. "Sir..."?
"Yes... Cursing me?" Taehyung repeated.
"How does he know?" Jungkook thought. "No, sir... I was... I... When are you going back, sir? Today or tomorrow?" Jungkook asked, fisting and opening his hands nervously.
"Not so soon, Jungkook. My lover boy will miss me."
"Already found one... Definitely a playboy," Jungkook gritted his teeth.
"Daffodil..." Taehyung's soothing voice came over the phone. "Come on, accept it... You fell for me."
"Who told you?"
"Your eyes," Taehyung laughed.
Jungkook felt heat rising to his cheeks. "Sir... I... I'm not perfect Ι... Ι..."
"Do you love me? Yes or no, Jungkook."
Jungkook closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes, sir... I fell for you..." he said, shivering.
"Thanks, Jungkook. Love you too... So sleep peacefully, don't think about me too much. We can meet tomorrow morning. Good night, Daffodil."
"Good night, sir..." Jungkook ended the call and lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Did I just say yes to him? Oh God... My first love..." He smiled, feeling a warm sensation spread through his chest.
Despite the thrill, doubts started creeping into his mind. "I don't know what my fate holds, but I will be loyal to my love," he whispered to himself. "But how? How do people usually act when they are in love?" He pouted, feeling a bit lost. "No one has ever loved me before... Hmm..."
As he pondered, his mind began to wander. "What if he cheats on me?" The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he tried to shake it off. He sighed deeply, then slowly drifted to sleep.
************
"How am I looking, Mingyu?" Jungkook asked, adjusting his new clothes nervously.
"Looking great, Kooki... Any special occasion?" Mingyu replied, raising an eyebrow.
..
"No... Just..." Jungkook hesitated, then asked innocently, "What do people usually do with their lovers?"
"What?" Mingyu frowned, confused by the sudden question.
"Nothing... Bye, Min..." Jungkook quickly brushed off the question and walked outside hurriedly.
Jungkook reached his office on time, but as soon as he entered the building, a wave of anxiety washed over him. He started to shiver. "What the hell do I do now? How should I face him?" he muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on him.
"Good morning, Jeon,"
"Morning..." he said nervously, avoiding eye contact as he walked to his cabin. After finishing his tasks, he returned to his cabin, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation.
As Jungkook settled into his chair, he jumped at the sound of the door clicking open in the adjacent room. "Oh God," he whispered, his body suddenly feeling weak. Even in the cool air of the office, he started to sweat, anxiety tightening its grip on him.
Just as he tried to calm himself, the phone rang loudly, making him jump again and stare at the phone nervously.
