Mr. Jerk | Jaywon

CHAPTER 2: him

JUNGWON

Now, I found myself standing outside an office door, my heart beating a little faster than usual. The floor I was on screamed luxury. Even the air seemed to have a scent of something expensive, like the people who worked here.

I stood there, waiting for Sunoo's call, just as he had instructed. The massive door in front of me was imposing, made from dark, solid wood with a sleek, metallic handle. The kind of door that separated important people from the rest of the world. I glanced around the hallway. The carpet beneath my feet was thick and plush, muffling any sound. Large, floor to ceiling windows on the other side of the hall offered a view of the city skyline, the sun reflecting off the buildings in a dazzling display.

Despite the beauty, the atmosphere was tense. I could hear the faint sounds of an argument coming from within the office, the muffled voices growing louder and more heated by the second. I couldn't make out the words, but the tone was unmistakable—this was not a friendly conversation. I shifted uncomfortably, my nerves heightening as I imagined what might be going on inside.

Minutes passed, and I tried to focus on anything but the voices behind the door. My mind kept drifting back to the contract I had just signed. Three years, $200,000 a year, with the potential for even more if I could get Mr. Park on track. It was a dream opportunity, but now, standing outside his office, I was reminded of just how challenging this was going to be.

Finally, the door cracked open, and Sunoo peeked out. His usually cheerful expression was slightly strained, but he still managed a reassuring smile when he saw me.

"You can come in now, Jungwon," he said, opening the door wider to let me through.

I took a deep breath, straightened my posture, and stepped into the office, ready to face whatever was waiting for me inside.

As I stepped into the office, the tension hit me like a wave. Mr. Park stood behind his desk, his hands clenched into fists, his expression a storm of barely contained fury. Sunoo was off to the side, maintaining his calm demeanor, but I could tell he was on edge. The luxury of the office—the sleek furniture, the panoramic view—did nothing to soften the charged atmosphere.

The moment Mr. Park's eyes landed on me, I saw a flash of recognition, quickly followed by a deepening scowl. "You," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "You're the one at that shitty restaurant. And now, you're in my office because Sunoo decided to go behind my back?"

Sunoo stepped forward, his tone calm but firm. "Mr. Park, I didn't go behind your back. I was looking out for you. You collapsed in the middle of a meeting. You need help, whether you want to admit it or not."

Mr. Park's glare shifted to Sunoo, his mouth snapping shut as if biting back a retort. The CEO's jaw tightened, and he began to crack his fingers, each sharp pop echoing the tension in the room.

"I don't need anyone meddling in my life," he snapped, his voice low and edged with irritation. His eyes locked onto mine, a mix of anger, and defiance. Each crack of his fingers seemed to underscore the challenge he was throwing down

"But since you're here, I'll give you five minutes. Convince me why I should listen to anything you have to say."

I took a deep breath, reminding myself why I was here. The challenge of helping someone like Mr. Park was exactly what I thrived on, even if it was for the money. I could see the resistance in his eyes, but also the stubborn determination not to show any weakness.

"Mr. Park," I began, keeping my voice steady, "I'm not here to control you. I'm here to help you take control of your health. Your body is giving you warning signs, and if you keep ignoring them, it could lead to something much worse."