♛How You Died♛ (Jikook/Kookmin) [[COMPLETED]]

♛Chptr. 9: The Black Figure♛

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"Hate him while you still can. For what lies ahead was something still uncertainly ever changing... 

Unsure if he will still be there for you to hate forever."

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3rd person's POV

Jungkook got up and started pacing off from his swivel chair whilst he arranged the button of his black tuxedo that fits him perfectly. It showcased his broad shoulders even more, his head raised with such dignity, a black tie around his neck and a very expensive Audemars Piguet Royal Oak black watch was on his wrist. 

He then leaned his back against his table as he crossed his arms around his chest, his one leg slightly over the other, one eyebrow raised and his eyes showing glint when he saw how Jimin was still staring right into his eyes. 

Oh how much he hates it when people do that.

Maybe Jimin hadn't still learned his lesson from before, didn't he?

"Erm!" Jungkook cleared his throat, giving Jimin a chance to do something and lower those eyes of him that are caramel in color. The color was especially obvious since the sunlight from that wide window glass was illuminating on it.

But Jimin seemed to still be frozen in his spot. He still couldn't believe that the asshole who embarrassed him in front of those many people in the Cafe where he worked at was the same CEO whom he would work for now.

Jungkook moved away from his table, his strides going to where Jimin stands. And when they were finally standing a few centimeters away from one another, Jungkook's right hand suddenly snaked behind Jimin's waist as he pulled the shorter one making Jimin's voice hitch and their chest to bump. Their torso somehow touching as well.

Jungkook just touched Jimin by his own will. 

Just how would those delusional employees, random strangers, or simply those passersby who were only dreaming of even just getting near The Jeon Jungkook feel if ever they would see this? Of course they would probably die in jealousy.

Jungkook leaned to Jimin's ears, his hot and minty breath enveloping Jimin's senses as it sent some shivers on Jimin's body from how close they are.

"You are staring again, sweetheart." Jungkook started with his low voice until his grip on Jimin's waist tightened in a slightly harsh and painful way that made Jimin hiss in little pain. 

"Drop your gaze or I will make you do it my own way." He taunted darkly.

Jimin gulped all of the nervousness that was starting to create a twist on his stomach. He couldn't breathe properly. 

"Y-Yes, M-Mr. Jeon." 

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(Jimin's Apartment)

Jimin went home that night really exhausted. He didn't even bother to change the formal suit that he chose to wear for the interview and he immediately let his back fall on his bed. His feet hanging out of the bed and he felt as if it were about to get numb and fall off.

He looked at his very cheap wristwatch that he just bought on the way that morning before he gets into the Jeon Enterprise building to look more presentable. It showed a 11:00 PM. 

"That fucking bastard." He cursed with low grunts, still feeling his legs and feet getting swollen from all of the walkings and running that he did today.