Falling For The Boss • JJK ✔️

Ramen

*****

The rest of your working week is delightfully peaceful. You don't see Hyuna again whatsoever, so you figure she got the message that you really aren't going to stand for her meaningless tormenting. At 8pm on Friday night, you pack up your things and head home in your car.

Taehyung's precious BMW isn't parked in the drive when you arrive at home, so you figure he's gone out for drinks with his friends or something of the sort. Opening the door wearily and placing your bag and keys on the coffee table like you do every single day, a loud growl erupts from your stomach. You realize with a sigh that you haven't eaten since breakfast.

Dragging yourself to the kitchen, you open up the cupboard.

"Crap, we're all out of ramen," you mumble to yourself grumpily.

Slumping your shoulders and groaning in frustration, you realize you'll have to make a trip to the convenience store. Despite the fact that you're tired, it's only a five-minute walk so you decide to leave the car behind.

You pull an oversized hoodie over your work clothes and grab your keys again.

*****

You step into the cool, air-conditioned shop, pulling your hoodie tighter around yourself as the breeze dusts your skin lightly. You momentarily glance at the cashier, but you look back again as you recognize the familiar, sleeping face.

"Yoongi?"

"Huh? What?" he mumbles, eyes fluttering open for a moment before he closes them again and drifts back to sleep. You giggle at his behavior. How many jobs does this man have? No wonder he's always so tired.

You move towards the shelf where your favorite ramen is kept, dozens of them all lined up neatly. You reach up high towards them, unfortunately turning out to be quite a stretch for your short frame. As you go to grasp one of the cups, it slips between your fingers and topples precariously on the edge of the shelf before tipping off. Sighing, you look down, expecting to see it bump onto the polished floor.

But a masculine hand appears. And it swiftly catches your cup ramen mid-air.

"You're not so good with shelves, are you?" the owner of the hand chuckles. You grit your teeth. You know that chuckle all too well.

"Oh, shut it," you mumble, snatching your noodles from his hand.

"You're welcome," you look up at Jungkook and he gives you his signature smirk. Even though he's dressed down from his usual clean-cut suit, donning a black hoodie and jeans, he still manages to look sexy as hell. His hood is pulled up over his head, his black hair peeking out below the hem.

Determined to make it seem like you absolutely weren't just checking him out, you raise your eyebrows at him, unamused.

"Are you stalking me now, Mr. Jeon?"

He holds his hands up in defense. "I'm here for the same reason as you are. Can't a man get himself some ramen without being accused of stalking?" he chuckles.

"And I thought I told you not to call me that. Too formal. Call me Jungkook," he tuts.

There he goes again, asking you to call him by his first name.

You scrunch up your nose. "Why? Everyone else addresses you as Mr. Jeon or sir,"

He steps closer to you, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"But you're special," he whispers in your ear, making your stomach do a backflip. He lingers there for a second, making you all too aware of his hot breath hitting the base of your neck.