the key | ksj

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"kim seokjin,"

you told me your name and taking a sip from my cup of hot chocolate, i made a soft humming sound as a reply. 

"aren't you curious about what i do?"

"nope", i answered without thinking even though i was quite curious as to why everyone in the cafe was obeying so well to your words.

"ouch, you disappoint me", you flicked your head back,

"and why so?"

you studied my eyes. then, shifting in a little closer to me and positioning your palms underneath your chin, you whined,

"that means you show no interest in me, miss. and this is so wrong. a pretty face like me doesn't fail,"

you had said it so adamantly that i snorted at you but even so, you carried on with this conversation.

"make a guess,"

i scrunched up my face into a frown.

"you're the boss?"
"dingdongdang, wrong."

you presented me with a smirk. but seeing how i was painstakingly brainstorming for more answers, you finally gave in to me. leaning forward, you gestured for me to bring my ear closer to you and pushing my hair back, you blew into my ear,

"i work for a boss. a mafia boss,"