Our Fate

Unpleasent Feelings

"Yes, President Jeon," she answered as she walked towards Jungkook and served him coffee with both hands.

She inspected him swiftly and came to a conclusion. Her boss was furious right now.

However, she was used to him pulling a long face in the morning.

"Are you stupid?"

Jungkook sat on his luxurious chair and glared angrily at the woman standing opposite him. He had a look that clearly showed that he wanted to strangle her.

The drawer on his right wasn't closed properly as it was wedged with the newspapers he bought today before Yerim arrived.

Yerim bowed her head and mumbled under her breath, wondering what she'd done wrong again?

She felt the urge to retort that he was the one who was stupid and his whole family as well, but she stopped herself after remembering that he was her boss.

She had to swallow her pride.

Jungkook noticed her head hanging down with her cheeks puffed up. Unable to contain his rage, he gulped down the cup of coffee instead.

Spat.

He spat out the mouthful of coffee almost immediately.

No... it had been forcefully expelled out.

The coffee splattered across the table and unfortunately, Yerim's face and white shirt were splattered with coffee too.

She frowned and pursed her lips, looking like she had just tasted poop.

Jeon Jungkook angrily threw the cup to the floor and yelled, "Kim Yerim, are you trying to scald me to death?!"

The coffee had been served immediately after being brewed. It was no doubt boiling hot.

Yerim was indignant at the accusation and was unable to bear it any longer. She raised her head and retorted, "The coffee was freshly brewed, how could it not be boiling hot? Why didn't you let it cool before drinking it?"

Feeling worked up, Jungkook exclaimed, "Hey! Kim Yerim, how bold of you to talk back to me!"

"Unreasonable." Yerim glared fiercely at him before haughtily turning to leave.

She had finally understood a certain principle, and that was-bosses cannot be spoiled. The more they were spoiled, the more of a jerk they became.

Jungkook stared at Yerim's back, resisting the urge to hurl the ashtray on the table at her.

"Come back."

Yerim opened the door firmly as if she hadn't heard a thing and walked out of the room.

After she left and closed the door, Jungkook's anger had dissolved instead. He pulled the chair behind him and sat down lazily.

He tugged at his collar and opened his drawer with the other hand to retrieve the newspapers. The headline was -Chou Tzuyu returns due to filming, Third Master Jeon welcomes her with flowers and a personal secretary to take care of her needs, making girls green with envy.

Kim Yerim was seen squatting and massaging Chou Tzuyu's leg in the photo, in a seemingly humiliating manner.

He would rather not have seen the photo if he were given the choice. After seeing the photo, he was overcome with rage and he crushed the newspapers with both hands and threw it into the trash can.

"She's been competing with me since we were young, I'm already used to it!"

He dialed his secretary's extension number.