Detective Suga

Rude - 2

Jimin squints at the mind-boggling attractive mint haired man in front of him, who seems somewhat familiar. He brushes the thought off and clears his throat. Maintaining a dark glare, he yanks out some files that contained the questions, expecting for Suga to flinch at his movements.

Suga sat calmly, his feline eyes piercing into Jimin's soul.

Jimin internally sighs, annoyed at the fact that he seems to be the one who is actually getting scared. This client doesn't seem to get intimidated easily. He just had to push harder; it was all an act to show who is in power and who isn't.

He pulls open the manila folder, crinkling some papers in the process. He slams his small fist onto the desk, but once again, Suga doesn't react.

"Okay, Suga, let's get started."

"Okay, Mr. Park." His deep voice sent shivers up Jimin's voice, but Jimin ignores it. Park Jimin is unfazed by nobody.

"So...tell me something about yourself, Suga," Jimin smirks. He slings his legs over the table, playing with a pen in the hand.

"Oh, well I graduated from college two years ago. I have great skills in calculating math. My answers are always precise and correct, and I never miss a tiny detail." Suga licks his lips, noticing Jimin staring at them. Seems a little distracted, doesn't he, he wants to facepalm, but he keeps blabbering on.

"If you want, you can even administer a test right now and I can assure you that I'll pass with flying colors."

Jimin blinks, tearing his eyes away from Suga's lips and staring into his eyes. "Well, let's get started."

"Uhh, Mr. Park, you already asked me a question." Suga snorts, enjoying the cold man getting embarrassed.

Jimin's nostrils flare. "Okay Suga, get out a fucking pencil and I'll give you some math problems to solve," he snaps, pissed at the fact that he was caught. A mint-haired man won't be the first person the he'll let his guard down.

He pulls a blank sheet of paper, and writes out some questions in black ink. Scribbling the most hardest math equation he could think of, he shoves the papwr towards Suga. The aforementioned man just grasps it would a word and starts writing, his pencil scratching every time the tip cake in contact with the paper.

In less than thirty seconds, Suga finishes the problem, smirking as he hands the paper to Jimin.

The carrot headed man reads the paper, eyes narrowing into slits as he sees how accurate and talented he was. Everything was neat and orderly, and not one detail was missing.

His anger dissipates when he realizes how smart this client could be. Attractive and smart, which were good qualities for him to do that work. Suga can be used.

Wait.

He's just cute and hot but Jimin isn't attracted to him.

Nah, never.

Jimin crumbles up the paper and aims at the waste basket at the end of the room, his sluggish throw miserably failing. Pink colors his cheeks when he steals a glance at Suga smirking.

He groans, hating the fact that his client was unbothered by his rude attitude.

He just has to show Suga him then.

His lips curl into a devilish smile as he continues shooting questions at Suga.

"How do you manage work stress?"

"How do you manage priorities?"

"Do you accept your mistakes?"

"What is the best way you handled a bad situation?"