ceo; pjm (cringe af do not read)

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"What's wrong?" The oh— so familiar voice spoke. I opened my eyes, only to be greeted with large, dark orbs staring back at mine blankly.

"N-Nothing," I moved out of the uncomfortable position with his bare chest, my heart starting to pick up it's pace. I didn't look back as I walked back to the office with flushed cheeks.

"Kim Sang Ki! Stop, right there!"

And my body stopped. I was scared. His voice didn't sound welcoming, and I feared him.

"Y-Yes?" I didn't turn around, so I wouldn't embarrass myself with my flushed cheeks. I closed my eyes tight, waiting for a response. My toes curled up, as I heard heavy steps approaching me.

"Turn around." He said sternly. I couldn't do a single thing but obey, so I turned to him, with my shaking hands.

"Yes?" I gulped my stutter down. I was so scared, his face didn't hold anything but blankness, and it meant trouble.

"Why are you still here?" He narrowed his eyebrows. I was too concentrated at trying not to look at his bare chest, that I didn't hear him.

"Hello? Earth to my deaf- secretary?" I heard him say, which snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"I said, what you are you doing here? Your still here, and it's late." He snapped. I flinched, but mentally rolled my eyes. Suddenly, feeling all brave,

"Yeah, well someone here, decided to make me stay longer just because I didn't bring their coffee quick." I rolled my eyes, forgetting about his bare chest.

There was dead silence with him glaring at me, a hint of amusement and surprise in his eyes.

Once I snapped back to where I was, who he was, who I was, and what I just said, my face flushed. I clasped my hand towards my mouth, and was about to cry.

"I'm s-sorry. I d-didnt mean it, sir. I am truly s-sorry." I vowed down multiple times, as a tear slipped from my eyes.

I looked up at him, with sore eyes. I didn't cry, just shed some tears thinking about my death.

If I possibly die now, I want Camila Cabellon's (or however the fuck U spell it :)) 'Havana' to play at my funeral. I want black roses, and white tulips to lay on my grave. I want Taehyung to sing his favourite song with his deep and beautiful voice. I wish that Taehyung would bring his first love to my grave too-

"Are you crying?!" He yelled. Why was he suddenly yelling, jeez can't I cry because I was about to die?

"A-Ah, I was j-just scared... Uhmm... Er-" he cut me off, with a warm smile, which is very rare. Very very rare. You would usually see Park Jimin with a smirk or a straight and blank face, no smiley or happy.

"No, don't be..." He said. "But think about what you say first..." He narrowed his eyes at me again, making my toes curl up and me nearly cry again, "Or you will have to watch your back," he took some steps closer to me, a weird aura filling the air. I was scared, but turned on at the same time. "Bad babygirl." He whispered in my ear, as he walked off.

What just happened?

I thought I was going to die again, and what does that mean? Watch my back? I should look back and always watch what my back is doing? What?

"HA!" I let out a strangled laugh.

I was scared.

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