Hello Neighbor ✔

Chapter 24

"Make new friends, but don't forget the old, One is silver, the other is gold."

"A conference?" I asked while sitting on the small couch in Jungkook's office near his desk.

"Yeah, the fashion event is happening in about a little more than two weeks. We need the final designs and artwork ready and confirmed." He said while writing down some things in a bullet journal.

"This whole thing is really stressing you out huh," l said as I saw his look of frustration. He puts his pen down and harshly runs his hand through his hair as before he looks up at me.

"Isn't it obvious 누나! My whole company is riding on this to go well or else we're losing sales and I might be going so close to filing for bankruptcy!" He shouts.

I crossed my arms, unbothered by his outburst as I've grown used to them. "You need to calm down. You're never gonna go bankrupt especially with the insurance on this company alone." I said calmly.

"Trust me. You'll never know what can happen. One minute you can be on top of the world and the next you're letting all your poor employees go back home with no jobs while you're begging for donations on the streets." He said as he took a long deep breath.

I grabbed the bottle of pills from my bag as I softly place it on his desk. "Your anxiety keeps getting worse. I know it's a lot to handle but we've been through this a lot. I think once this is over you can finally get a peace of mind. Until then, you should manage your anxiousness."

Without fighting me, he took my suggestion and grabbed the bottle and took two tablets before I passed him a bottle of water too.

He took a deep long sigh. "Feeling better?" I asked.

He softly nodded his head.

"That's my boy." I said as I got up and patted his shoulder.

He turned to look up at me with a disgusted look on his face as he pushed my hand off his shoulder.

"Again. Not a boy. You're only a year older." He said through gritted teeth.

"You can be like fifty-two and I'd still be calling you my little boy." I said patting his head and messing up his hair. I chuckled seeing how disheveled I made his head. "You know you're kind of cute sometimes."

He pushed me away with a little more force and smirked. "You mean all the time." He said before going back to fix his hair. "And watch the hair huh. I tried so hard to look professional."

"It's a bowl cut it's not getting any more professional. Just cause you slick it back a little to show your forehead, doesn't make it any better."

"Okay, why do you have to be so mean to me?" He asked with a small pout on his face.

"I grew up with you. Trust me you have a serious history of bad haircuts."

"And who's fault is that?" He questions.

"Yours for not making any of them work."

He didn't say anything but rolled his eyes. He then swiveled his chair behind him to grab a stack of papers and handed it to me.

"You know what do me a favor and make like fifteen copies of these. These are the outlines for the conference."

I grabbed the stack from him, briefly skimming through each page. "Do I really have to go?" I sighed.

He raised one of his eyebrows. "Ah... Yeah." He said as if it wasn't so obvious.