Good Boy ✔️

1

"Mr.Kim..."

Taehyungs head snaps in your direction, his brow creasing at your sudden appearance beside his desk.

"Yes, Ms.Lee?" His voice breaks, his nerves getting the best of him and you smirk at the sound of him clearing his throat as he addressed you.

"Did you finish the report I needed to be done this week? The projections for the third quarter?" You squared your shoulders, putting more weight on one leg so that your hip popped out and stretched the already tight material of your skirt. Taehyungs eyes roved over the curve leading up to your waist, his mouth going dry at your dominant stance and stone-cold expression.

"Uh...Yes, I have them right here..." he stammers, whirling around in his chair and shuffling through a few stacks of paper in search of one in particular. When he finds it, he offers it to you and you take it between your fingers, eyes lingering and hot on him before looking down at the stapled documents.

Taehyung watched you anxiously as you read over his work, flipping the pages over and mumbling. Suddenly a deep crease sets in your brow when you key in on something.

"Hmm..." you pressed your plump red lips together in a line.

"I...is there something wrong?" Taehyung pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and glances past you briefly to make eye contact with his cubicle neighbor, Jimin, who was unsubtly eavesdropping while everyone else worked distractedly.

"No, Mr.Kim. This report is perfect...." you say, your expression smoothing out, and Taehyung sighs with relief.

"Except....for the fact that it's on the wrong quarter." You look up at him blankly, flipping the report and handing it back to a very perplexed Taehyung.

"What? There must be a mistake..." he takes the papers and brings them close to his face as if he weren't already wearing glasses.

"Are you saying I can't read a diagram, Mr.Kim?" You crossed your arms and tilt your head with a snarky gleam in your eye.

But Taehyung isn't even paying attention to your body language, his big eyes dancing over the black and white of his work frantically with even more confusion.

"No Maam...I just......could have sworn I did.."

"Until the correct projections have been completed, you don't leave this desk, is that understood Mr. Kim?" You cut him off, your heeled foot tapping against the carpet impatiently. Jimin, who was sitting not so far from you, almost eye level with your ass, watched the entire exchange with much more interest.

"Yes, I understand." Taehyung is like a moth being pulled into a flame by the eyes, completely ensnared in your tone and demeanor. He's vaguely aware of a few other heads poking around the corners of the surrounding cubicles nosily, startled by the sharp sound of your carrying voice.

You noticed the color in Taehyungs cheeks pooling with embarrassment and the black orbs in his eyes widening, something that instantly lets you know it's time to back off.

For now.

"Good.My desk by the end of the day. No mistakes." You smile, flashing your perfect teeth and dimples before unfolding your arms and turning away.

"Yes, Maam." You heard Taehyung mumble as he dropped his head.

When you turned, you noticed Jimin shifting in his seat, turning from you abruptly and facing his computer as if he weren't just staring at your legs.

"Mr.Park? Something you want to say?" You lift a brow in his direction and he responds immediately.

"No, Ms.Lee." He shakes his head, the pale blonde tresses shifting around with the movement and you smirk.