You Never Know [JIKOOK]

50. Storm

"Thank you, everyone," Jungkook said dismissively, his voice cold as he stood up from his seat. He didn’t spare anyone a second glance before walking out of the conference room, the door closing softly behind him.

The meeting had gone perfectly. It had been seamless—almost too easy—but now he was ready to leave it behind.

"Mrs. Lee," Jungkook began as he continued his stride down the hallway, his steps sharp and quick. "Please turn all my onsite meetings into online meetings for two weeks. I won’t be here for that long."

His temporary secretary hurried to catch up, adjusting the files in her arms. "But, Sir, I don’t think Mr. Tan will be happy about that idea. They just informed me they’ve landed from China and were expecting to meet you tomorrow."

Jungkook barely spared her a glance as he kept walking. His focus was on getting to his office, and he wasn’t about to let this minor detail disrupt his pace. "I don’t care," he said coolly. "They’re not as important as my errands. I’m not meeting them."

Mrs. Lee didn’t miss a beat, nodding swiftly. "Copy, Sir."

As they reached his office, Jungkook pushed the door open with a slight force. He was eager to get to work, but there was an underlying restlessness in his movements. He settled into his chair, his eyes scanning the desk before he began rearranging papers, his mind clearly elsewhere.

"You may leave me now," Jungkook instructed, his tone flat as he gestured for Mrs. Lee to leave.

She hesitated, noticing the tension in his shoulders. "You look restless, Sir," she remarked softly, studying him. She couldn’t help but feel concerned. Something was off about her usually composed boss.

But Jungkook didn’t even look at her. His eyes remained fixed on his desk, his hands moving automatically as he sorted through the papers. "I don’t need your concern," he muttered under his breath. "Just do your job."

The secretary lingered for a moment longer before her voice softened again. "I can give you a massage, Sir," she offered, her tone almost too sweet as she slowly approached from behind.

The words felt too much like a line, and Jungkook froze, his fingers pausing mid-movement. His irritation flared instantly. "Don’t you fucking dare touch me," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. His posture stiffened, and he whipped around, locking eyes with her.

The secretary froze in place, eyes wide with shock. She stepped back immediately, muttering an apology. "I-I’m sorry, Sir. I just... I was worried about you. You look so tense."

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his patience worn thin. He stood up, his chair scraping roughly against the floor as he pointed a finger at her. "I don’t need your help. Your job is to assist with work, not to be flirty. Keep your hands to yourself."

The secretary, her face pale, bowed her head in shame. "I’m s-sorry, Sir," she stammered, stepping back.

"Leave," Jungkook barked, his voice sharp like a whip. His glare bore into her as she quickly exited the office, her footsteps retreating quickly.

Once the door closed, Jungkook slumped back into his chair, his fingers massaging his temples as a deep sigh escaped him. He had been in a good mood earlier, but everything had soured because of that ridiculous secretary. His thoughts shifted as he reached for the phone on his desk, the need to regain some sense of control overwhelming him.

"Good morning—" The secretary of his father began, but before she could finish her sentence, Jungkook cut her off on the other end.

"Fire my secretary and find a replacement. Now." Without waiting for a response, he hung up, irritation still bubbling under his skin.