Falling For The Boss • JJK ✔️

Drugged

It's too late...

*****

As soon as he swallows, he realizes the terrible mistake he's made. The both of you freeze and gape at each other, time seeming to slow down.

Suddenly, you roughly seize his wrist and start to drag him through the house, searching frantically for a bathroom or any kind of empty room. You lead him down a random corridor. Why does this house have to be so big? You can feel Jungkook starting to slow down, stressing you out further because you realize you're running out of time. You thrust open the first door you see and pull him in with you. Thankfully, it turns out to be what looks like an empty guest bedroom.

Jungkook is panting now. He throws himself onto the end of the bed, sweat beading on his forehead. Shit, shit, shit.

"What the fuck are we gonna do?" You couldn't care less about formalities right now, wringing your hands in a panic.

Jungkook doesn't look as though he's in a position to reply.

You stare at him, his body now writhing in pain as he sprawls on the bed. You bite your lip. There's only one option. "You're going to have to throw it up,"

He looks at you incredulously before he stops completely, frozen, his eyes wide. Then all of a sudden, he jumps up from the bed and rushes to the ensuite on the opposite side of the bedroom, groaning and clutching his abdomen. He dashes into the bathroom and slams the door shut, and you hear the sound of retching as he throws up into the toilet bowl.

Oh. So, I guess he didn't have to force himself to throw up after all.

"YOU HAD ONE JOB, KIM Y/N!" Jungkook roars from behind the closed door. You just stand in your spot, dumbfounded. At least now whatever was inside that syringe will be out of his system altogether. You stand and chew your nails, wondering what to do and how to help.

*****

Jungkook doesn't speak to you the whole way home. He just stares out of the window, not making eye contact. You feel guilty and responsible. To be honest, you're just glad it wasn't something worse.

He'd stayed in that bathroom for two hours straight, throwing up continuously and cursing while you stood outside the door asking if he needed any assistance. When he finally came out, he looked drained of all energy and extremely pissed off.

"Call a cab," he had told you, gritting his teeth. So here you were, traveling back to the hotel in complete and dead silence. Even the cab driver didn't dare to utter a single word, sensing the bitter aura Jungkook was giving off so profusely.

When the car finally arrived, he got out of the cab without a word and marched straight through the entrance of the hotel, not even thanking the confused driver. You quickly paid him and muttered a thank you, then hurried after the retreating figure of your boss. Jungkook got in the elevator without looking back, not even waiting for you to catch up. But you sped up your pace and just before the elevator doors closed, you shoved your heel into the gap. The doors reopened, and you step inside.

He looks murderous, his eyes ablaze and his lips twitching. You don't dare to speak. When the elevator stops you just get off and make your way to your room with a sigh.

*****

The next morning you decide to apologize to him formally. He is your boss after all, and you really want to keep this job. You aren't gonna screw this up for yourself even more by not apologizing.

You're already dressed, and all your bags are packed ready to go, so you exit your room and walk towards his door. Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door.

For a moment nothing happens, and you wonder if he's actually going to open up. But then the door is swung open, and there he stands, a grumpy expression etched on his handsome face.

Shirtless.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you feel yourself at a loss for words as your eyes skim over all the toned, tanned skin that is out on display. He rolls his eyes and pulls you into his room, closing the door behind you and snapping you back to reality. He pulls a white shirt over his head, and you feel a wave of disappointment rush over you.

Shaking your head to get rid of these thoughts you were having, you look into his eyes sincerely.

"Mr. Jeon, I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I should have been faster to stop you, and I hope you can forgive me,"

He shuffles on his feet for a moment.

"It's fine," he said gruffly, avoiding eye contact. "Thanks for getting me away from the crowd so quickly,"

You were kind of surprised, to say the least. You nodded.

"Of course," you smiled softly. And he gave you a small one back. Not a flirty one. A genuine one. A forgiving one.

Well, not for long.

The cute small smile suddenly grew into that same arrogant smirk that made you feel things you couldn't explain.

"So, you caught me with my shirt off, hmm?" he hums, a playful glint in his eye. You swat at him, but your cheeks are heating up. He hooks his finger into the waistband of your pencil skirt and drags you towards him.

"Like what you see?" his voice was deep and husky. You couldn't stand this any longer.

"I-I- I got to go pack," you stutter and walk backwards towards the doorway, tripping over a bag as you do. You open the door and rush out quickly, slamming it shut and resting your shoulder against the wall.

"Aishhh, this boy, he's going to be the death of me,"

*****