ceo; pjm (cringe af do not read)

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Jimin's POV

the furrow in me, the madness, i was mad beyond belief, how could he just ask my secretary out on a date?

my fucking secretary.

i snarled, i wanted to kick and punch someone. i was always so confused around Sang Ki, it was like she was doing something to me. i would find myself staring at her out of nowhere whenever she was concentrating on her work, but the urge to tease her was real.

i knew these feelings, of course i did. and no way in hell will i ever let her know, i cant let Sang Ki end up like her.
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Jin, Namjoon and I were heading towards the canteen, where we'll be having lunch. After the meeting session, Mr Park didnt utter a single word. Nothing.

"Ugh, what the hell is this?!" Namjoon yelled, looking at all the available food. I sighed.

"Hey, stob it! Appreciate their hard work for this food, mister! What would you do if there was some raw ass stuck up the wall, saying 'eat me'?!" Jin glared at him, trying to hold back a hiss. His love for food was incredible. Once he turned his attention back on me, he smiled.

"Baby, what do you want to eat?" He glared at Namjoon, who was cutely pouting. I sensed Jin's inner fangirling.

"Ah, just rice. and some kimchi it." I winked at Jin. He laughed.

"I want the same..." Trailed Namjoon off. I suddenly felt bad, so I decided to help him.

"Jinnie, please. Let him eat. You know how much he hates it when there isn't anything to eat. He might break your food." I said, gulping back a laugh. Jin sighed, before nodding at the offended Namjoon.

"I don't break food?!" He murmured. I let out a chuckle as Jin told us to look for a free space. And we gladly did find one, right next to the window with four chairs. It was pretty near to the entrance, so we could check if someone we knew came in. As we sat down, Jin arrived with our food and drinks, of course.

I was sitting at the edge of the table, meaning Jin was the one sitting right next to the window. In front of him sat Namjoon. And I didn't have anyone in front of me.

"Thank you for the mean!" We all sang happily, Jin digging first into the food.

"Mpfhhh- a this is- sdodpemosmxk- good." Jin munched, as me and Namjoon stared blankly at the latter.

"Why, and I not surprised?" I said, before taking a bite of the good chicken.

Before I could even start chewing, everyone got up. I didn't know why, so I turned to see who walked in the cantine. Namjoon widened his eyes, before getting up. Jin got up as well, bowing down. I bowed down, too.

It was Mr Park, with all his glory. He had his famous straight face on, plump lips parted.

God damn it, why is he so perfect?!

He looked over at us, and I swear, I saw his lips getting dragged up to a smirk. Damn this boy. He is too young for this company.

He brought his food, as he nodded at everyone to sit down again. Usually, you wouldn't see Mr Park, the CEO of this building, eating in a cantine. But here he was, grabbing a tray for his food. He would usually take V.I.P, I frowned.

As I looked back at my food, and gulped it down, I took a sip of my strawberry-mango juice.

I never saw a figure approaching our table, before a slap on my head made me look up and glare at the glaring Jin.

"May I sit here?" The only Mr Park confidently said, as everyone but me nodded. Who am I kidding, I choked on my juice.