delicate | K.TH

4

AMIN

"Did he talk to you?"

"Taehyung?"

He nods, eyes steady on my face.

"He did."

"He did? Did he tell you that he wanted you to be his secretary?"

And I frown. Who was this boy? And how come he knew what Taehyung had told me?

"Who are you?"

"I'm, uh..." His lips move hesitantly.

"Jeon Jungkook. I work as a bodyguard in KCL."

I blink. He looked friendly enough— and I knew that he was close with Taehyung. But then why would he...

"You need to accept his offer."

"...what?"

"You need to be his secretary, Miss." He says, the hesitation gone. "He needs someone— someone who will help him, not touch him."

My lips tighten when I realize what he'd said.

"What?"

Jungkook tenses, as if he just realized he'd made a mistake.

"What do you mean," I say lowly. "When you say that. Who touches him?"

He pauses, before blowing out a deep breath.

"He needs a secretary to take care of his schedules, but he's fired all of them in less than a week."

"For what?"

"They were all the same." He murmurs, looking up. "You're the first I've seen who didn't look like you wanted to sleep with Taehyung."

I breathe.

"Jungkook-ssi, I won't be a good secretary."

He cuts me off.

"I think you will."

Then his eyes widen as it fixes on the watch of his wrist.

"I need to go, Miss. But please. Think about it at least."

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I can't fall asleep that night, thinking about Taehyung.

I hadn't contacted him even once yet.

Sighing, I pull over a light cardigan over my arms and walk out of the door. It's dark outside, except for the streetlights.

Maybe I should say yes.

Wordlessly, I'm walking down the narrow sidewalk when my eyes catch on the lights of a convenience store. It's still open, and I search the side of my cardigan.

Sweet.

Brushing back my hair, I walk inside the convenience store. And I'm about to choose a drink when I find a familiar figure sitting on one of the chairs, head buried in large hands.

What in the world?

"Taehyung." I say, gripping his shoulder. He doesn't move, and my eyes narrow.

I brush back his bangs.

"Hey."

And the second time, he hears me. With a little groan, Taehyung rubs at his eyes and shifts his hands a little so I can see his face.