It's the prequel of "my little doom" and a FF it's y/n and Jungkook's story
Min y/n is an independent woman who has faced life's challenges head-on. She works tirelessly to provide for her 5-year-old son, Min-ho, who is her entire world. Despite th...
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It's been three weeks since a storm named Jungkook tore through my life, leaving destruction in its wake. That infuriating bastard has a talent for getting under my skin, and as if that wasn’t enough, my own son, my flesh and blood, is turning against me. Min-ho, my little traitor, sneaks into Jungkook’s room at night to sleep beside him. When I asked him why, his innocent eyes looked up at me and he said, "I’m worried about Dad. What if he has a nightmare and no one’s there to hug him and chase it away?”
"Dad," he said. The word stung more than I cared to admit. Sure, I raised Min-ho to be caring, to show kindness, but Jungkook doesn’t deserve a shred of it. He’s done nothing but turn our lives upside down.
Today, I’m finally going back to the office, and Min-ho’s off to school. We dropped him off on the way. He was grinning from ear to ear, eager to tell everyone that he has a dad now. The last thing I wanted was to dim that light in his eyes, which is why I agreed to share a car with Jungkook. Not because I wanted to be close to him—not at all.
I kept my gaze fixed out the window, watching the world blur by, the silence in the car suffocating. I could feel Jungkook’s eyes on me every few seconds, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of looking back.
"Drop me there," I demanded, my voice cutting through the quiet as I pointed to the bus stop not far from our office.
Jungkook glanced over, his expression unreadable. "And why the hell would I do that? You’ll have to walk ten minutes to get to the office from there."
"Because you’re my boss now, and I don’t want people seeing me stepping out of your car at work," I shot back, every word laced with irritation.
He smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "There’s no rule against a boss driving his secretary to the office. In fact, it’s quite common for secretaries to travel with their bosses."
"Jungkook, drop me off, or I swear I’ll jump," I threatened, my hand already on the door handle, ready to make good on my promise.
"Are you crazy?" he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he quickly glanced at me. "Fine, I’ll stop. Damn it." He slammed on the brakes, the car jerking to a sudden halt.
Without another word, I pushed the door open and stepped out, slamming it shut behind me. As I started walking away, I heard the engine rev, and then his car sped past me. Through the tinted window, I caught a glimpse of his face, that infuriating smirk still plastered there as he winked at me. Asshole.
The walk to the office was longer than I anticipated, but the fresh air helped cool my temper. By the time I reached the elevator, I was seething a little less. I rode up to the fifth floor, ready to settle back into my routine. But when I reached my desk, I stopped short.
Someone else was sitting there, a young woman I didn’t recognize, typing away like she belonged there. My friend Ha-rin stood beside her, chatting away like everything was normal.
