MR. JEON / t.kook

NINE

Seola then again, stood in front of Jungkook's office. It was a routine she's been doing for a straight month. Annoyed by the sight of her, Jungkook was dreading to wake up every morning and going to his office.

Before he met Taehyung he loved going to work. Productivity was something he valued and enjoyed. Seeing that the boy of his dreams has a roommate and is at home 24/7, he was envious of his lifestyle.

The same hairstyle, the same smirk, and the same tone of voice that tried to seduce Jungkook.

"Hello Mr. Jeon," she winked and chewed. Twirling her hair and checking Mr. Jeon out.

Jungkook was screaming on the inside, her constant greetings have made him gone insane. How much he wants to yell out that he loves dick. Not any kind of dick, but Taehyung's dick.

"Good morning, Seola. I have a meeting to go to so I have to hurry," he smiles politely and walks past her before rolling his eyes.

"Mr. Jeon!" A young male approached him with two Starbucks in his hand. Panting heavily with sweat trickling down his forehead. "Do you know where Mr. Min and Mr. Park is? I got a call from them like thirty minutes ago requesting me to get them coffee," he paused to catch his breath. "I checked their office and it was locked and I'm stressed because it's only my second day and-"

Mr. Jeon cut him off by raising his hand and dismissing him. "There's a high chance that they're fucking at seven in the morning. Just leave them be," he smiles and grabs the cup coffee from his hand leaving him on the spot, incredulous of what the boss had just confessed.

Entering his office he took a seat and scanned through the files and calendar. He felt a vibration through the pocket of his jeans and took it out. His hands squeezed into a fist as he sees that his mother had texted him.

He huffs and answers the call. "I already sent you the money two days ago, don't tell me you wasted it on bags and shit," he sneered through the phone.

"Jungkook, I'm not calling you because of that. Although, I do need more money. Anyways, I wanted to have a meeting with you about something."

"Just tell me now, I have a busy schedule," he lied.

"Which is why I want to meet with you personally. It's about the company's business," she softly said. Jungkook scoffed at her sudden change of tone in her voice. "I don't give a fuck. I'll send you money, just leave me alone," he ended the call and set his phone down, pinching the bridge of his nose.

A knock was heard and he looks up. Yoongi and Jimin, hand in hand enter his office. "This is a workplace, not a motel."

Yoongi glared at him while leading Jimin to the couch where he pats on his lap while looking at Jimin. "Yah, there is a lot of space, I don't wanna sit on your lap."

"Oh really?" Yoongi smirked.

Jungkook folded his arms. "Please, you can have sex anywhere else, just not here."

"Are you mad that your lover boy doesn't want you," Yoongi pouts and says in a sarcastic tone. Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Please, twink boy is not my type."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. "Alright, so you wouldn't get mad if I said Twink is coming with Jimin and I on a double date?"

Jungkook jerked his head up and jolts up from his seat. "He does!"

"Yeah, it's whatever though. We're just going bowling this Saturday night at seven p.m at Cloverfield lanes," Jimin spoke out.

Yoongi nibbled on Jimin's ear. "Wanna join?"

Disgust was plastered on Jungkook's face. "I'd rather finger an outlet than have a threesome with you guys. Now, Jimin. Cloverfield Lanes, Saturday at seven, huh."