『𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵』 [𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐟 ]

5.6

I'm so happy about this book, are you guys ready for it to end or should I carry on a bit to like chap 100 or something?

If I carry on, then no sequel. But if I make a nice ending then start a sequel would you guys read it? i have some good ideas so it depends if u want a big thicccc book with a solid ending (if u can be bothered reading for that long!?!) or another book to wrap it up :) what ever you guys want😘
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"Here's your juice, sir." Mi banged it down on the desk. It was the fifth one she had bought, and the last flavour they had in the canteen. If this was also the wrong juice, Mi swore she would cause pain to befall on that boy.

Jungkook was currently on the phone, nodding along as he took the drink in his hands and had a taste. "Yes yes, but the meeting is already scheduled. Bobby having a seventh kid doesn't mean he can change the time, he didn't give birth to it okay!?" He was half shouting half laughing down the phone as he took intermittent spills of the liquid. "If he doesn't name the kid after my then he can suck it, Jeon out!"

His phone fell back into his pocket and his focus back to the girl. He looked back and forth between the pink water and the pink cheeks.

"This, thing, isnt it. This is new." She had been fetching juice for hours for this kid, and still hadn't even started on any of the paperwork that was due in literally six minutes.

"Sir it's the only flavour left. I have work to-"

"Why do you say it like that?" Jungkook stood to his feet and moved towards her.

Mi stepped back a little surprised. Her hand slowly snuck backwards to reach out for the door handle but suddenly Jungkook was already right in front of her with his hand draped over her head. He slammed the door shut, leaving them both stood in the cold office with the blinds shut.

"What are you doin- what do you mean?" Mi tried to stand up straight but something about the proximity of the boy and the cold temperature send shivers up her spine making her sink into herself a little more.

"Sir." His head was hovering over hers and looking straight down on her, the height difference was normally humorous but this time it only caused more tension to the situation. "You say it so sarcastically. Am I not your boss?"

He stepped closer. "Yes you ar-"

"Am I not in charge here?"

"No you ar-" Mi voice was getting weaker and he could tell. His face dripped with pleasure from the current interaction.

"Do you not respect me here?" His chest pushed into hers and he pitifully stared down onto her, like a God peering down upon mortals.

"Sir," she dared to lift her eyes to meet his. "That's how I talk. Now I have work to do."

Mi turned for the door, but Jungkook chined appeared on her shoulder. His lips were touching her ear and she could feel his warm breath spread down her cheeks and neck. It made her gasp quietly, and she prayed to God he would let her leave before she melted on the floor, or worse, let him carry on.

"Don't forget to trial the plans." The boss spoke in a deep Busan accent, making his words harsher and more extremely. And it was doing things to Mi.

"Yepyepyep.." She sprinted straight out the office door and to her desk.

The whole time while she worked, she thought about their incounter. What the hell happened?!? He said in work they were going to act professional, but the way he whispered deeply and how he stared at her lips as he spoke wasn't very work safe. It wasn't even a display of friendship. He was definitely teasing her, and Mi knew it was only going to get worse.

She finished the paperwork quicker than expected and went to handed it in. When Mi entered the office, Jungkook was on the phone again. So before he could do anything the younger chucked it on his desk before scurrying away. She watched worryingly through the reflection in her monitor as Jungkook ended the call and stood up, walking over to where she was.

Oh god oh god, she hadn't calmed down from the first encounter. How was she going to survive another?

"*cough cough* hey Dae?" She called to the boy next to her and jumped from the swivel chair. "I'm off for a break..." and she sprinting into the hall way.

Mi found herself walking past the toilets which was her original destination and into a corridor she had never been down before. It was extremely empty and oddly quiet. There was a dead end after a dozen doors, but Mi still carried on exploring curiously down it. That was, until she heard the foot steps behind her. Click clack. Only one other person besides Mi in the office worse shoes with a heel. It was definitely small little Jungkook.

She smiled to herself, but then she remembered what had happened before, and how he didn't act so little. No, he acted like he knew exactly what he was doing and how he was effecting her, and seemed to like it. The cute kid she knew wasn't there, it was this long black haired man with permanently fixed smirk on his pink lips.

Mi's sight darted around her, there was no where to run. So she changed her path to one of the doors and with a speedy tip toe she crept inside.

As soon as the door clicked behind her, the room became pitch black. She could sense it was a storage room from the strong smell of disinfectant and small spacing. There was barely room to stand up amongst all the mops and trolleys however was something more important than noting cleaning devices right now; it was the boy edging his way down the corridor.

He knew how much she hated horror films, and the foot steps in an abandoned hallway getting closer and closer wasn't a nice thing to do to the girl. It made Mi bundle up and hug her knees as she knelt further towards the floor. Bad idea. On her way down, her back side knocked a bottle of what she assumed was bleach and it thudded down to the hard floor.

The air suddenly got thinner, and the steps louder. The door handle turned, and she ducked behind the floppy mop. But it was no use, her blue locks could be seen too clearly in the vast sea of grey products.

"Hey juice girl," he tapped her leg lightly.

What ya doin?"