Good as gold | Hopekook

Two

Mr. Jeon's POV

I was stirred from my thoughts as a knock on the door resounded through the room.
"Come in." He spoke darkly, staring at the window as he waited for the company to enter. As the door opened, five of his best men waltzed into the room, one of them being his best friend.
"Jungkookie!" Mark yelled, running over to me and sitting on my desk next to me. He knows how much I hate that nickname.
"Twan, I swear, one of these days, that will be the death of you." I said, still no emotion in my voice. I watched as the other four walked to my desk, watching the scene unfold.
"But, Jungkookie!" He said, stressing the e at the end as he scooted closer to him.
"Twan." I growled, pulling out my pistol and aiming it at his head. He just laughed, knowing I would never actually shoot him. Jinyoung walked up behind him and smacked him on the back of the head.
"Mark, you need to stop playing like that." He spoke annoyed, rolling his eyes.
"Sorry Jinyoungie!" He said, making puppy dog eyes at him. Jinyoung just scoffed.
"What do you five want?" I mumbled, holding my forehead in between my fingers as I rubbed my temples.
"We thought we would personally remind you of your appointment at the Gay Strip Club for tonight." Jin said, letting out a sigh as everyone else nodded.
"Yeah, you will be with Jung Hoseok! He is one of the best strippers there and he is so dreamy!" Taehyung said, looking as if he were fond of the man. However, Jin hit the back of his head and Yoongi sent him a death glare. The youngest mumbled an apology and looked down.
"Maybe you can find yourself a boy toy~" Mark said teasingly, causing the others to snicker. I scoffed.
"I don't need one of those, plus, I'm way too kinky for anyone." Mark suddenly burst out laughing and everyone, including me, turned to him slightly confused. I scratched my head with my pistol before setting it on my desk.
"K-Kook thinks! Th-Thinks nobody is! Is as k-kinky as him!" Mark said, barely speaking through his laughs. I glared at him, but it didn't seem to faze him.
"Alright, when is this fucking appointment?" I ask, practically seething at Mark's reaction.
"It's at eleven pm, Jeon." Yoongi spoke, much more reserved than the others. I nodded and rubbed my temples again.
"Get out." Four of them started to walk out, but Mark didn't take me seriously and was still recovering from laughing. This only made me more agitated.
"Get. Out. Now." I growled, watching Mark roll his eyes and walk out. I groaned and leaned back in my chair, thinking about the night to come.

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