My Divine Miss Young-Min | J.J.K

CHAPTER 5: FLUFFY HANDS

Gosh, Jung Won-Shik really LOVES tormenting me.

"I can't do this alone!"

"No, you don't. Jungkook will go with you!" his voice is loud enough to cut my whining.

"And—who is this Jungkook?" I ask as I scan the meeting room.

"Oh—I am Jungkook."

I look to my left and getting aware of his height as he stands beside me.

He extends his right hand. I take a hold of it as I register his smile.

Okay. So, this kind man is him.

"So, Jungkook, this is Miss Young-Min. You will attend the interview with her. Do your magic and deliver this interviews like you always do."

"Oh— and don't forget to tell my secretary, Hyo-Rin all the things that you want or need before this Monday. You too Miss Young-Min. We wouldn't want a mixed up in sharing a room or book for adjoining rooms would we?"

I hiss and look up automatically at Jung Won-Shik.

Good lord, what did I do to deserve this mocking and harassing?! 

Is it the cartons of milk that I left on the counter yesterday? Is it the way I yell at that man this morning?  Is it because I neglect the bettle to that shape?

WHAT?!

"I don't mind sharing a room." A voice makes me glare to my left as I looked at Jungkook.

"You—!"

We just met and he did what?!

A chuckle from So-Young cuts my anger off.

"Unwise move Jungkook. Young-Min is married." So-Young said while admiring the man.

"What?!" His eyes widen as he crumples the paper that he had jot down and rips it. I chuckle.

Ah—man and their—

I stand up as I begin to stuff the files into my duffle bag.

Then—

"E-hey! What is this fluffy thingy?" Jungkook lowers his voice down as he pinches up a fluffy hand out of my duffle bag.

O, no—

"It-It's mine. The legs had mess up a bit. I'm sending them to be repaired."

Nice quick thinking, Young-Min-ah.

Well done girl.

I pat myself mentally as I shove the offending cute fluffy hand inside the bag once more.

"Why a teddy bear? You DO have a virile life-size man in bed right?"

A shot of slow redness shown on my neck as embarrassment kicks in.

I shot daggers at Jungkook.

Why do you have to say that?

"Why a sudden blush Young-Min-ssi? Your husband is a virile one, is he not?" And this time it was from Sang-Ook.

Apparently, everyone is so KEEN and over-observant to my issues today.

I lower my gaze down in defeat.

O boy— The bullies had won today. I got to give it to them. Guess my bluffs had backfired.

"Stop harassing her Jungkook. Come, let's go to my office. There's something I want to discuss with you."

Jung Won-Shik pats on Jungkook's back gesturing him out.

So-Young comes from my back and takes a hold of my left arm.

"Didn't you see that Jungkook guy? Owh—What a man!" So-Young bites her lower lips while admiring Jungkook's backside till he's out the door.

"Hey—You are so lucky to have him all to yourself in Seoul. You could go outside, have dinners, tour around."

Then her smiles fade.

"Wait, you are married—Oppss—Sorry Young-Min-ya." She grabs and squeezes my arms as her signs of apologizing as a sudden remembrance on my status. But as quick as her concern shows, she quickly brushes it off. 

"Well, I heard that he is single. Hmmm—I might ask him on a date." So-Young is obviously had set her one mind track now.

"Hey, you are both single. Why not? And please my dearest So-Young —Try to spy on what the task is really about. I want to know details of it before meeting up together with Jung Won-Shik tomorrow. It's good to have the upper hands on things, you know."

"Owh—I will call you tonight and I will tell all the details of our date if things go that well too." She winks at me and walks out the door. Ah—So-Young...

—Fly my flirty butterfly sister— fly—

I smile and yet another second later I sit down and sigh.

O—boy. What should I do? Hmm—Madam Bong-Soo would have to babysit him again I guess.

Sensing that I could finally relax on the task, I sigh as my hand came across a crumpled paper on the table.

This is of that man.

Curiosity gets the best of me.

I unfold them and literally gasp at the content of the paper.