Chaeyoung's POV
"I told you we aren't anything like that. Shut up, Yuri," I was still laughing while my hand reached for the doorknob.
"Bitch, if I didn't know better, you're just pretending to be drunk so you can all out-eat his face, you flirt," she teased and I wanted to curse the lady as I open the very door I normally despises entering with - our office.
And I hope I didn't because it wasn't two steps when I felt the eerie atmosphere surrounding the dreaded room of doom.
Well, it's normally silent in the room anyways especially when the bitch Soobin is around but this is a different kind of silence.
It was uncomfortable, and suffocating and I don't need to put two and two together on why the room was eerily depressed.
It's the devil, Park Jimin.
My eyes scanned the room and it didn't take me long as the room isn't that big anyways.
There he was, happily chatting with the person seated on the newly situated workstation right beside mine.
He was laughing, probably at what the other person said and I was so sure my other team members were simply agonized at their chair. We had never been close to Park Jimin.
After all these years, this is actually the first time he decided to stay in the company because he is always in the US, so having him like this is awkward.
What irks me even more is how he was sitting on my chair, his feet resting on the corner of my table, his hands animatedly moving as he agrees with whatever the guy was talking about.
He looked arrogant, bossy and intimidating from where I was standing but there's one thing I can't easily deny, he's still sure look hot as fuck.
I can't properly see his whole body but seeing him wearing just his slacks earlier when I woke up, I don't think whatever he wears even matters because he looks hella fine even without wearing a single thing.
Aist, Park Chaeyoung! Keep your head together.
My eyebrow raised for a moment when I realized how comfortable they talk with each other like they were some kind of best friends.
Opposite from how Jimin projects himself from the employees, the man was all smiles and seemed to be so fun.
I wonder who he is.
"Hey, move forward!" a loud yelp escaped my mouth when my body was pushed real hard from the back, causing me to stumble forward. Thank God for my reflexes, my face didn't end up hitting the tiled floor beneath us.
"Aist!" I turned around and glared at the girl before me but the fucker had the guts to smile cheekily.
"Oops," she giggled, giving me a peace sign.
"You and your manners," I chuckled, shaking my head at her actions.
However, the loud sound of someone clearing his throat caught me off-guard and my eyes widened after remembering the situation.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
Stupid, Chaeyoung.
Yuri, who happened to realize what kind of situation we are currently in, was so quick to turn into serious mode and bowed ninety degrees to Jimin's direction greeting our boss.
"Good afternoon sir,"
That bitch. How is she able to change so fast like that as is there was a switch installed into her or something?
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Beautiful Trauma
Romance"You're mine Chaeyoung - your body, your heart, your everything. They are all mine. So don't even think about doing anything with it without my permission," he stated and I wanted to hit him square in the face. "You can't fuck me, if that's what yo...
