Perfect Fit [hiatus]

intro

Jungkook sat in his dimly lit office, the only source of light coming from a small lamp on his desk. Dark circles were forming under his eyes, the bitter taste of coffee coated his tongue, and a pencil was working vigorously in his hand. Jungkook was struggling to finish his final designs for his possible upcoming collection that would launch this fall. His father, the owner and CEO of Jeon Fashion House, promised Jungkook a chance at becoming co CEO with him by next season. His father came to him that morning and told him that if he could finish his final sketches by the next day, and if they were up to his standards, he'd allow Jungkook to come out with his own line and prove himself worthy of the prestige promotion at stake.

Jungkook glanced down at his watch, 3:30 am. He sighed and threw the pencil down, rubbing his eyes and cracking a few knuckles. He mustered up enough strength to stand up and walk over to the coffee machine in the corner across the room. A family portrait sat on the wall above the coffee table which he always admired when he went to refill his cup, his late mother always there staring down at him. He always analyzed every detail of it: her pearl jewelry set, tight up-do, and pursed lips showed the sternness that she exuded. At first glance, you'd think that she was a harsh woman, which she could be, but Jungkook knew to look at her eyes, as the softness around them showed her humility. His father always told him he had his mothers eyes.

When the coffee was done, he refilled his cup and made his way back to his chair. Jungkook leaned back and gulped down half the cup, allowing the sting of the heat to wake him up along with the boost of caffeine. As soon as he went to pick up the pencil again, his phone went off with a notification from a fashion news outlet he followed. Hoping it was a new trend or something to inspire his collection, he unlocked his phone and scoffed to see it was yet another article about the up and coming model, Kim Taehyung. A prime example of the kind of person jungkook avoids in this industry. Modeling women's clothes, talking about his sexual encounters, wearing scandalous outfits and showing off to the press all the time. Mr. Jeon, of course, loved him, being the colourful man he was, and jungkook just hoped he wouldn't try to get Taehyung involved with their company. They just didn't seem like a fit to him.

Jungkook locked his phone again and went back to finishing up his sketches before the caffeine wore off again.

The next day

"Jungkook? Sir? Hello?" jungkook awoke to the sound of his secretary, Lisa, poking him with a pencil, trying to wake him up. He had passed out as soon as his last design was done and spent the night hunched over his desk. He sat up slowly, a throbbing headache becoming more evident as he opened his eyes.

"Oh finally, haha, I thought you might've kicked the bucket sir. Just the drool and everything, also you tend to breathe very slowly in your sleep have you ever seen a doctor for that sir-"

"Lisa, please, what is it"

"eh hem, oh right uh your father wants your finished sketches on his desk by 9:30"

Jungkook nodded and looked down at his watch, 9:29 am.

His eyes widened and he snapped out of his fatigue instantly.

"WHAT? WHY DIDN'T YOU START WITH THAT?" jungkook jolted up, gathering the loose papers from his desk and throwing them into a folder as he raced across the building to his father's office. He did his best to fix his hair and tie before he got there, clearing his throat and giving himself a once over in the mirror outside of the big oak doors before knocking three times.

"Come in" he heard his father call. He opened the door and saw his father sitting in his chair, admiring different fabrics.

"Oh, Jungkook come in have a seat. Which material do you think would best suit the unisex blazers we're putting out this fall?"