Dionysus ¦¦ A Jeon Jungkook FF ¦¦ ✔

{chapter fifty three ~ yelling}

Y/N's POV

It's been a day since the incident that happened between me and Seokjin, but everytime we make eye contact, it's awkward.

A-W-K-W-A-R-D.

Ring! Ring!

"Hey! Who's phone is that?!" I continued biting my bottom lip at the thought of Seokjin seeing me naked.

Ring! Ring!

"Lee Y/N! Can you please turn off your phone?! Hey! Hey!" My mind started to function again and noticed that someone is calling me.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I immediately grab my phone to answer it.

"What a hassle." One of the employees blurted out and I immediately answered the call.

"Why aren't you picking up the phone?! I've been calling you—" I frustratingly scratched my head and interrupted him.

"And when are you going to stop calling me, Jungkook?! I swear to whoever that everyone here is scolding me!" My words came out loud but it wasn't enough to disturb my workmates.

"Then why didn't you set your phone to vibration or something?!" He asked angrily and I sighed at him.

"Just get straight to the point and tell me why you keep on calling me?" I asked him impatiently.

"Promise me that you won't yell at me if I tell you this." He warned and my eyebrows furrowed out of confusion. I swear, if he will ask me about not taking that huge, ugly backpack, I'm going to kill him.

"I can't promise anything." I said sternly and he started scoffing.

"Mr. Kim wants us to set a pajama party at his house, tonight." I'm pretty sure that this is one of the infamous traps of Jeon Jungkook and I'm not falling for it.

"What?! Don't lie to me, Jungkook. Are you that desperate to take advantage of me and my virginity?" I disapproved of his offer and he immediately started laughing.

"Then call Mr. Kim if you have the guts. If you don't believe me then go ahead if you can talk to him. I bet you'll be on queue, since he manages a lot of calls." He answered and I froze.

"You're not messing with me?" My statement came out as a question and he started laughing.

"Yes, cutie." He answered once again and I started panicking.

"You said that there'll be a pajama party tonight and we're arranging it for Mr. Kim! Why didn't you tell me earlier?! Like, you know, two days ago!" I started shouting and I immediately went out of my desk to prepare for this nerve-wrecking event.

"He just told me last night—" He was interrupted by my loud yell.

"Then you should've told me last night! Meet me at the nearest mall possible!" I hung up and went to Seokjin's office immediately.

"Seokjin!" I smacked the door open making all of the employees inside his room flinch.

"Is there an emergency or something? You look like you're panicking!" Seokjin asked worriedly and I nodded my head.

"I need to go somewhere! Please excuse me." I said trying to hide this pajama party a secret to him.

"Oh, do you need someone to drive you or something?" He asked and I shook my head.

"I'll take a cab, don't worry!" I said reassuringly and I ran outside the company immediately.

The moment I stepped out of the company, there was no cab available. It's lunch time already and a lot of people are lining up for a cab.

"Seriously?!" I groaned out of frustration but a black car approached my way.

The window of the car started rolling down and it was Jungkook.

"Why are you here, bastard?!" I asked panicking and he rolled his eyes at me.

The audacity.

"Just hop in!" He yelled at me and everyone started looking at us.

"Fine." I hurriedly went inside his car and he immediately drove off.

"Are you crazy?! People there would absolutely think that I'm cheating on Seokjin or something!" I frustratingly said to him and he scoffed like the jerk he is.

"It's not my fault that I don't know the nearest mall here!" He explained and I laughed at him.

"There's no GPS on your phone or something?!" I yelled at him once again and he stepped on his brakes making my heart jump out of my chest.

"What the fuck was that for?" I looked at him and his eyes were full of anger.

"Just get down if you're going to argue with me the whole day." He said sternly and I laughed at him.

"You really think I'm joking?!" He yelled once again and I looked at him seriously, trying to hide my fear.

Why does he look so scary?

"Fine, I'll shut up, idiot." He sighed and gave up on me while driving once again.

We reached the nearest mall within five minutes and the moment he parked, I hopped out of the car.

"Y/N, wait for me!" His voice echoed at the basement of the mall but I I hurriedly ran inside of the establishment. Jungkook managed to catch up and I immediately gave him his tasks.

"Jeon Jungkook, you're in charge of the food, drinks, decorations and board games or stuff." I said at him while he panted and he nodded his head.

"How about you?" He asked and I smiled at him.

"My own pajamas." I said and he scratched his head at me.

"I'm basically doing everything, right?" He asked me and I smiled at him once again.

"It's hard to look for an outfit, Jeon. I am meeting Mr. Kim and I need to be presentable." I explained and he raised his eyebrows at me.

"You didn't even dressed up when you met my father." Jungkook blurted out and I rolled my eyes at him.

"It was a fake relationship, Jeon. So stop bickering about it." I said while taking the elevator and he followed also.

"My father is Park Jimin! The famous ballad singer! Why dress up for that man in a pajama party?! You're being unreasonable, Y/N!" He yelled at me once again and it made me irritated. I looked at him once again and it was very suffocating in this small elevator.

"Mr. Kim is different from your father and I don't care anything about you anymore. So shut up because I am here to impress Mr. Kim, not you." I poked his shoulders again and again.

Suddenly, he leaned in, trapping me between his body and the silver walls of the elevator.

"Do you really not care about me?" He asked at me while leaning much more. My heartbeat started racing and I don't know why.

His eyes searched for an answer but I just froze there, in his arms.

"Answer me." He begged at me softly but I was just to lost in his eyes.

"Jungkook—" I managed to say, but the timing was wrong.

"Excuse me, aren't you going out of the elevator?"