Work |Jikook|

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Can't remember if I edited this or not, so have fun!

"Tae I'm not kidding! He made me work in his office and sat next to me the whole time. You know how nerve racking that was?" My best friend sitting across from me just laughs after hearing what I had to say. Clearly he wasn't taking me serious and all I had to say went in one ear and what he wanted to hear stayed in while the other stuff went out the other.

 He stops laughing after about fifteen seconds to catch his breathe and to respond. "Jimin the only reason to say it was 'nerve racking," Taehyung does air quotes with his fingers, "is your boss is either an ugly creep or super hot and you should see where this leads." And of course he goes there. Meet Taehyung, a fucking child. At the age pf twenty-three, you wouldn't think that he would try to see if I could get with my boss. 

I roll my eyes and grab some chopsticks to eat my rice and chicken bowl. It was something quick to order and to eat. Eating the first piece of chicken I grab, my mood instantly goes from annoyed to satisfied. Only a best friend can annoy you enough to annoyed and food bring you back to a happy human.

"So Jimin, which one is it? I've heard that your Mr. Jeon is hot," Taehyung slightly nudges me to get an answer. I place my chopsticks down to think. My response has to be strategic or he'll take this farther down the hole he's already taking it in.

"Well, he is good looking, but I don't think he knows how to run a professional business. He doesn't even want me to call him formally by his last name," my answer comes out whiny for as I remember how confusing that man is. Holding my head up with hand, I pout out my lip and huff. My head hurts just thinking about him. His way of being a boss is weird.

"He's totally trying to get into your pants," my best friend thinks aloud. It takes him a minute to realize was he has just said. "I was not meant to say out loud that way. I was going to think of a way that was a bit more mature. For example, 'Maybe he's trying to be able have some work at home with you?' or, 'Over time and some sexy time.' Never mind that second one sucks."

My best friend is a piece of work. Pulling out my phone to check the time, I notice that I need to be heading back. I place a to go lid on the bowl and tell Taehyung bye. Lunch felt like it was quick when I spent most of it rolling my eyes at the person next to me being stupid. Hopefully the next few hours before I go home aren't as weird as my first few.

I enter the building and make my way to my desk. Instantly sinking into the chair low enough for my short self not to be seen. Maybe, just maybe Mr. Jeon won't have me work in there again because I'm back from talking to an alien. My questions most likely won't be able to be stopped. That alien just makes me question and think about everything.

After a few minutes of reading some papers that were on my desk, I slowly rise myself up from the sinking position I had earlier. This opens me up to be seen by the people around me, but not one of them someone like a personal assistant or a boss. Well that's what I thought anyways. A man with minty blue hair that is clearly fading out approaches me.

"Mr. Park, Mr. Jeon would like to go over your summary with him," the mans voice was deep and  sleepy as he spoke. Damn... I really thought I wouldn't have to go back into there. Also why is there another person coming out to tell me this than earlier? My head is going to explode from so many questions. 

I quietly enter the room that holds Mr. Jeon. "You wanted to go over my summary, sir." His eyes practically lock onto me. I really wish Taehyung didn't say Mr. Jeon wanted to get into my pants because now that's all I can think while this man is looking at me. Damn that alien and his dirty thoughts.

"Yes, I just needed the information of the offer again. It slipped out of my mind when I writting everything down," he quickly spits out. Oh good I just have to simply tell him this and then I can be on my way... Hopefully.

"They wanted to offer one million, Mr. Jeon," my response is very quick so that I could get out of here quickly and get that one thought out of my head. The man sitting across the room from me nods while writing down that number on a sheet with a whole bunch of others. I could never imagine having to remember and keep track of that many numbers.

Quietly, I stay standing in the small room. I excused myself earlier, but that was because I was to go on my break. "Jimin," a sigh escapes from the man's lips, "please just call me Jungkook. I don't like you being that formal with me." I forgot about that, but that's okay because next time I won't.... He still hasn't told me to leave.

 I don't want to ask to leave,but then again I really don't like standing around. Do I ask to leave? Screw it, I'll ask to see if I leave or not. "Mr-"

"Jungkook," he cuts me off. I told myself I would call him Jungkook! Aish, why does my brain work the way it does. "Just take a seat. I don't have much work for anybody today, so everyone is just chilling out there." He places down his nice shiny pen. "Do you mind if we possible chat and chill together since it's a calm day?" 

I swear if Taehyung was right, I'll won't know what to do. "Well we do have time to waste, so I see no harm."

BTS world is messing with me. Like how they hate the name and I just finished chapter 3 after upgrading my cards so much.