,Mr.Kim...? (Secretary!Jungkook X CEO! Taehyung) VKOOK

Punsihment.

Jungkook POV

"You drive me fucking mad, you know that?"

"Yes Mr. Kim."

I felt his lips brushing against mine as he spoke, my breathing was heavy and my heart was beating quicker than ever before.

"Mr. Kim may I come in? I have some news from the 008 photography department ."

He pushed me away and calmly made his way back to his desk. I smoothed out my uniform and hair and opened the door to find a young woman standing at the door. I recognised her as she often came up to my department to give photos of the designs to Hoseok hyung.

"Ah yes, please bring them forward. M. Jeon please bring me that coffee. Remember, two sugars and milk. Come back straight after and complete the work given." I frowned at his change of tone and how he didn't even glance up to me. His eyes were on her the whole time. I felt my chest tightening but I left the room, slamming the door and running off to the cafeteria. Why am I feeling like this?

I came back up with two coffee's in my hand. Thankfully i didn't have to pay as he got everything for free so I decided I could use some, too. I remembered why happened just minutes ago and I blushed heavily. Those pills Debby gave me must've had some weird side effects. I thought to myself. As I was about to enter, a blushing and wild girl ran out of the room, it was the same girl from before. She was smiling and blushing and both her hair and clothes were out of place. I walked in and saw him fixing his hair and tie. I felt a pang in my chest and suddenly wanted to leave, not wanting to look at him. A sense of disgust came over me but I couldn't understand why. He's the boss and I'm just the assistant, he wouldn't never look at me as more than that, besides, he's probably not even gay and she's so much prettier and probably better at everything than me.

I felt tears stinging my eyes but I smiled and walked over to him, blinking them away. "Your coffee, sir. Sorry I took so long. I'll go down and deliver some of the finished files to department 0012, if I may." I said and turned to walk to my desk which was to the left of the door, in then corner, not wanting to look at him. "Go ahead." He spoke and I heard a bit of guilt or care in his voice, it was softer than usual and quieter but I didn't dare say anything else or look at him again, I grabbed the files and booted it out of the door, slamming it again.

Taehyung POV

"Awww does Taehyungie feel something for the boy?" She grinned and sat on my desk. I scoffed and stood up, walking to the bookshelf to the right of my desk. "Of course not. He's bright and does the job well. No strings attached in business." She walked up behind me and hugged me, laughing to herself. "You know you're lying, cousin." I pushed her away and walked back to the desk, not sitting down but throwing the file I needed into it. "Nicole, please just don't tell anyone. He's probably not gay and doesn't see me as anything more than his boss. I'll kick him out if anything happens." I confirmed and leaned on the desk with my hand. I loosened my tie and took of my blazer. "You know jealousy is the best way to find out someone's true feelings. If he gets hurt or jealous then it's confirmed, in my eyes. I saw you yesterday in the meeting, jealous of Mr. Park are we? Don't even say you don't know who I'm talking about because I know as a fact you checked his file. Check his social media and then you'll know everything there is to know about him. Trust me." She said and winked, walking up to me and ruffling my hair. She then messed up her own hair and unbuttoned the first three buttons of her shirt. "I'm telling you that's how life works, Taehyung. Trust me." And with that she ran out of the room.

Jungkook came in soon, eyes full of confusion and hurt. He gave me my coffee, not meeting my gaze and asked to leave to pass on some files, not even facing me and running out of the office.

"Social media, huh?"

Jungkook's POV

"Jin, jin, jin, jin, jin" I chanted as I ran through the department earning weird glances from people. I was distressed and needed to talk about my problems before I had a panic attack or before I just shut down or something.

I barged into the office and screamed when I saw Jin and Namjoon eating each other's faces. Everything suddenly became too much and after I had stopped screaming and had gained both of their attention, I sat down on the floor cross legged like a child and sobbed my hearts content out.

" I can't stand being near him. My hear always speeds up and my stomach hurts because of him. I get aroused at his voice and when he comes close to me and I feel his warm breath on my skin I just get these shivers but it's addicting. He's addicting. I can't stand being near him but at the same time, I can't stand not having him near me. It's been a day since I've met him and this is wrong. It's so wrong I want to quit but this is my life and I don't want to let him down, to leave him." I sobbed and Jin brought me into an embrace. I kept apologising and sobbing, not caring how long in there, forgetting about the job I was supposed to be doing.

Jin's POV (something new lol)

I held him in my embrace for a good 20 minutes before his breathing calmed and his panic attack came to a stop. I knew it'd end like this sooner or later. Jungkook was never the one who longed for love or affection because I provided him with motherly love and both Jimin and I shared our friendship with him, showering him with it. He didn't look for love or give into the empty feeling in his heart - which I knew he secretly had - because he loved his job and worked as hard as he could to perform it to the best of his ability.

I held him and stroked his hair on the floor of the office. Namjoon closed to door to avoid someone looking in and witnessing him in this state. After he had calmed down, his eyes fluttered shut and he fell asleep, clinging onto me for dear life.

I knew about his mental health and about all his nightmares he had so I asked Namjoon to inform Mr. Kim about Jungkook going home early due to not feeling well. I had planned to take him home and take care of him for the second day running. That is until the devil himself burst into the room, eyes snapping to me and him. His eyes burned with anger when he saw the position we were in, but they softened immediately when they fell atop the small sleeping frame.

He walked forward and crouched in front of us. His long slender fingers reached out and brushed some hair out of his face. "I'm sorry, Mr. Seokjin but may I take him to rest. I'm sure you're very busy with the preparations for the show." He spoke lowly, delicately and I was honestly shocked, seeing a side of him no one ever has. I smiled at them both, realising how much they loved each other despite the shirt amount of time they had known each other.

"Of course Mr. Kim. I'd be very grateful. You're very caring towards your workers." I said, testing him to see his reaction. His eyes saddened and remained glued to the younger's face. "Yes. My worker."  He smiled sadly and looked up at me. "I'll be going now." He announced and took him gently from me, picking him up carefully as though he was handling a fragile piece of glass. He carried him bridal style out of the room and looked back at me, thanking me through his eyes. I smiled and nodded walking back into the room. I closed the door and locked it, seeing a sulking Namjoon on his seat.

"Where were we? Mr. Namjoon...?"

Yeah so. A bit of namjin in there and like idk. Sorry if it doesn't make sense or like if it's written badly. Apologies for errors but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless.  Baiii