Broken Candy Canes and Glass Hearts

Chapter 2: wtf

No one's POV~

Jungkook woke up with drool on the top of his hand, he had slept with his mouth hanging open. He sighed. He hated when this happened. He hated even more when he slept on the couch, it hurt his back. He bent back a little bit and his back popped. He smiled but the smile was soon replaced with a scowl. "I don't even want to go to work" he mumbled under his breath

Jungkook's POV~

Since I have to go to work, I might as well look fabulous. I walked up the stairs and travel down the halls to my bedroom. I opened my bedroom door and noticed that my bed was a complete mess. Papers and new clothes strung out all around. Most of my clothes were relatively new, well except of course my favorite hoodies. I walked around my bed and opened another door. I walked through a small corridor and opened the door on the right, the room was filled with beautiful suits and handbags and shoes and my favorite pair of Timberland's

I grabbed a pair of black tube socks and my Tim's, I rummaged through my closet for a few minutes, tossing and searching for my silk, rose gold, tie. When I found it I turned and grabbed my all black Gucci suit and a black button up. I got dressed and looked in the mirror. I decided that I wanted to do something with my hair.

I curled it and put on my cologne that smelled of fresh apples and vanilla. I walked out the door with a smug smirk on my face, my chin tilted up with arrogance. I knew I looked fabulous and no one could change that. I got into my Mercedes and sped off to work. I wasted no time getting there and even less time to begin yelling an ordering people around. Within 5 minutes everyone was scurrying around the building like little scared mice. I asked my assistant, Charlie, to get me a cup of coffee. She hesitated to ask, "how would you like it sir?" I sighed "the same as always, half and half" I replied bitterly. She shuffled away and I went to my office. I was interrupted by a knock, as I thumbed through important paper work and files. "What?" I snapped at the unknown person on the other side of the barrier. The door opened quickly, the person showing no fear or hesitation. The person that I learned to be a young man, like myself, strutted into my office after closing my door. I was stunned, too stunned to answer. I waved my hand, gesturing him to sit, not speaking. "No thank you," he said confidently, "I don't have time for that. Yes your probably wondering who I am, I'm Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. I was hired yesterday, you must've seen my papers," he snickered and my gut twisted with anger. "After all, aren't you the paper boy?" I scowled at him and he continued "no need to give yourself wrinkles, and if you would be kind, I must be getting back to work. I have to learn how to be a good CEO, I must be a natural anyway because your dad chose me, over you. Ha! His own son" he strutted back out of my office and closed the door with immense grace. And I was left red faced and embarrassed, not wanting to ever be noticed this state. I absolutely hate Taehyung. My door opened again except this time with obvious fear. I was washed over with anxiety because I knew my face was blotchy. My assistant peaked her head into my office and walked hesitantly to my desk with my coffee. I felt sick from the previous event and lost all my cool. "Why the didn't you knock! I've told you a thousand damn times to knock you low life pathetic excuse for an assistant. Get the hell out of my office and come back in an hour or so and remember to knock!" She ran out of my office as her salty tears dragged her precisely done makeup down her plump cheeks, smudging every moment of hard work and low self esteem.

Taehyung's POV~~

My arrogant persona dropped and was replaced with a loving one. I love this job. And I love having power over the biggest asshole ever. I smiled to myself. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve but I had already got my Christmas present. The way that he got all flustered and mad brought Joy to my soul. Yeeesssss. I bet he hates me and that just makes it better.  I looked back because I heard a door swing open and jungkook stormed out of his office and headed to the exit. He whispered something to his assistant who's face was pink and puffy. She obviously had been crying. She nodded and looked relived, she even smiled and he walked outside. Was he leaving? For like all day? Ugh that means I can't pester him anymore, well at least until tomorrow.