My Viewpoint || J.JK ✓

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a/n: hey loves! the chapters 1-6 have been rewritten but don't worry, the story line is the same. just a few changes in the scenes. Happy reading :)
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Lee Jinae.

Evenings were made for coffee and deserts, and that was the only part of the day when gadgets were off the hook and my lips tasted the best brewed coffee that the baristas made. Being a workaholic never came with a choice for me, it was only thing that could keep me occupied. And again, workaholics had their guilty pleasures.

I walk into the cafeteria, making heads turn and drop their jaws, while bowing in reverence at my presence. I nod in acknowledgement though my eyes remain struck on one woman in particular. A short skirt prolly she wore in her kindergarten and a tucked in blouse that was intentionally unbuttoned.

Her elbows propped against the counter as she swayed her ass, while waiting for her order. Many eyes wandered around her body, some even surrounding her and accidentally walking a little too close to tap her rounded cheeks. And she was enjoying the attention.

I cross my arms and glower at the men. Immediately, stepping back, they bowed and walked away. The girl, supposedly woman frowned at the lack of attention and looked around confused. She hadn't notice me yet.

"Should've check before stealing." She stilled at my voice and the entire cafe resonated an eerie silence. "The tag's peeking."

She straightened and fiddled with her sleeves.

"And maybe, shoulda buy a material good enough. The lace's torn."

Instinctively, she pulled down her skirt but that only worsened the case since it stuck at her bottom and over exertion caused a light shredding sound. Snickers could be heard from the room as she shut her eyes close in humiliation. Immatures need to be shown their place. I glare at those giggling, enough for them to shut up and lower their head. They weren't pure themselves, just lucky that today wasn't their day.

"Looks like you need a spare dress." She bit her lips as she pressed her back towards the counter and lowered her head. "Oh don't you worry, I have just the right one for you."

I clicked my fingers and pull on my collar. Getting my signal, she bowed and walked off. After a few minutes, she came back with a light blue coloured set of loose pants and shirt. I flick it off to the girl who caught it in her hands. The look of distaste was visible in her eyes. I suppressed the urge to knock some sense into her on how some people died for a piece of cloth to cover their bodies.

"Seems right for you. And if you ever need anymore, just ask this generous lady. Or walk yourself out of this office and, never come back." I calmly answer not forgetting to pass a glare at the people sitting. They sealed their lips knowing that it was meant not only for her, but for them as well.

The woman clutched tight on the clothes I lended her. Her chest heaved as a whimper escaped her lips, while her heels hit the floor hard as she stormed off. However, cheap heels problem, she tripped and almost landed face first when two hands held right on time by her shoulders, pulling her up straight. Her lips puckered, a look of desperation feigned over her features. She allowed her shoulders to tremble as tears cascade down her cheeks.

Jungkook straightened her up and looked down at her. She whispered him on how pathetically she was treated. His eyes glare upto mine, before he whispered something back at her. Her features loosened before she blinked her eyes. He passed her a smile and stood aside allowing for her to walk. Not forgetting to scowl at me, she threw the blue clothes at my feet and stormed off, mentally showering me with sweet profanities.