Anamnesis| Taehyung [Completed]

◇Twenty One◇

The flash on my phone's screen which indicated that Yoongi was calling me honestly scared me. Because he never calls.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Your mail is here at my place. Pick it up." He replied in a groggy voice.

"Huh? My mail at your pla-"

"The Dna results you had requested." Oh that, had slipped out of my mind. In response I hummed.

"I'll be there in an hour." I replied as I stood up and hurriedly tried to sort out my edited files which I was to submit.

I knocked on Mr. Choi's door, and a voice instructed me to enter. I walked inside with normal steps with the files in my grip, being unaware of the pair of uncomfortably lustrous eyes.

I placed the files on the desk and bowed as I prepared to exit the office, but an unexpected hand yanked behind until I was face to face with San, too close with his dark eyes eyeing me in an uncomfortable manner.

"U-um sorry, but did you n-need something?" A shaky voice escaped my throat as I tried my best to look at anything but his eyes. Even though I wasn't looking at him, I could feel his lips forming a smirk from my peripheral vision.

"Drop that professional voice because what I need is entirely something else." I narrowed my eyes as I was forced to look at him at this statement. I jerked my hand to get released from him, but his grip was much stronger on my hand.

"Sa-San let go of my hand, I-I'll help you if yo-"

"You sure you'll help me?" He said in a raspy voice as my legs started shaking when I remembered that there was no use of screaming for help because only him and I were in the office the night.

So hesitantly, I nodded. I should've asked Hobi Oppa to stay behind with me.

San smirked and released my hand as he turned behind and started walking towards his seat by his desk slowly with confidence and his hands tucked in his pockets. I clamped my sweaty palms in front of me and wobbly legs.

He sat down with a thump as he went ahead to spread his legs, and placed one of his elbows on the handrest and eyed me seductively.

"Here. Help me." He pointed towards his crotch, and that's when I noticed a tall standing figure.

"S-San um I-" I barely managed to say, not because I was horny but because I didn't know what to do.

"Baby you're at fault for this. I've noticed the way your slutty skirt rides up your thighs, and displays your thongs. If I'm not wrong, maybe this was intentional." He whispered and my eyes went wide.

"N-no sir, I-I'm just here to fulfil m-my job and-"

"As if. Look I know you work hard and all, but your promotion happened unbelievably, all thanks to me. So I think you owe me one." I gulped as I blinked. My jaw started shaking. I was about to collapse when-

"At your service, your hope, Jung Hoseok!" The door swung open, revealing Hobi Oppa with a bucket and mop. Good gracious, my saviour.

I turned my head to look back at San, who was clenching his jaw at the arrival of his unexpected guest, yet he did not dare to voice out.

"The-Then I guess I'd be leaving. I-I'll see you tomorrow, San." I let out a sigh of relief as the bright man with the bucket and the mop entered the room. Wait, at this hour?

I caught the quick wink that he threw at me, when the frustrated San got up and turned around, his back facing us.

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