Jeon and Park Twins [gukkook×jimins]

🍷 9. Chocolate Cake for Demon 🍷

Jungkook, a busy businessman with an overwhelming schedule, sat with champagne in hand, contemplating the scene he had just witnessed. He had fought and won a grueling battle, earning his older twin's appreciation. On the other side, his clumsy secretary, who seemed to stumble at every step, had spent the entire day here, inexplicably dressed in Jeongguk's clothes, which was again quite odd.

His eyes closed in frustration. It shouldn't bother him. It shouldn't matter that Jaemin was closer to Jeongguk, yet the captivating allure in his eyes, filled with a unique shine, was undeniable, he was just a secretary, his employee and its not even been a while they've met.

Caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, Jungkook found himself bewildered. He never cared, he never allowed himself to care, but why did this situation bother him so much now?

He threw the glass against the wall, releasing a growl. "Fuck them. I shouldn't care about them. I hate you, Jeongguk, and always will. I know why you're using Jaemin. Don't worry, I don't have any feelings for him and I never will," he muttered, trying to convince himself as much as anyone else. With a heavy sigh, he lay on the king-sized bed, closing his eyes and momentarily drifting off to sleep, seeking solace in the temporary escape from his conflicted thoughts.

On the other hand, Jeongguk, engrossed in his phone, didn't notice Jamein's bored eyes wandering around the room instead of focusing on the Italian phrases he had given him to read and learn. Jaemin looked more like a mischievous student, his attention darting everywhere but the text in front of him.

Jeongguk, sensing his distraction, smirked without lifting his eyes from his phone. "Having fun sightseeing, baby boy ? But I don't entertain people who waste time." Jeonggukk drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Startled, Jaemin snapped his attention back to him. "Uh, no, Mr. Jeon. Just, um, taking a break," Jaemin stammered, trying to cover his tracks.

Jeongguk finally looked up, his eyes gleaming with amusement with a hint if slight anger rising. "Taking a break from doing nothing, I see. Impressive."

Jaemin flushed, fiddling with the book in his hands. "It's just that these words are so...foreign."

"That's because they're Italian," Jeongguk said dryly. "The entire point is for you to learn something foreign."

Jaemin bit his lip, trying to suppress a grin. "But do I really need to know how to say 'I have a red umbrella' in Italian? When will that ever come in handy?"

Jeongguk leaned back, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Maybe when you need to run away from me in Italy, you'll find it useful. Though I doubt a red umbrella would hide you for long from this demon."

Jaemin's yes widened, half in shock, half in amusement. "You're joking, right?"

His smile was wicked. "Do I look like someone who jokes baby boy ? Now, read the next sentence."

Jaemin glanced down at the book, his frustration mounting. "Il mio gatto è sulla sedia," Jaemin read aloud, his pronunciation shaky.

Jeongguk arched an eyebrow. "My cat is on the chair. Fascinating. Maybe next time try not to sound like you're some witch with casting spells."

Jaemin couldn't help but giggle at his comment, even though he knew Jeonggukk was being rude. "I'm trying, okay? Italian is hard."

Jeongguk's eyes softened just a fraction, though his tone remained harsh. "Well, considering your grasp of English is barely passable, I suppose expecting fluency in Italian is ambitious. But I like ambition. Now, try again or else get ready to be punished and that won't be very pleasing to you."