69

"Agent 69 here. You called?"
Jimin knowingly smirks as he turns away his twirly chair to fully face you, his semi-long fingers tracing the rim of his milk-filled glass.
"Yeah" He says, slowly getting up from his seat
The latter towers over your figure, his eyes tracing your curves and you hold back the urge to punch him
You smiled "What do you need Sir?"
The way he was eye-stripping you didn't go unnoticed, and to say you were annoyed would be a understatement
You watch as he brushed his tongue over his lower lip , eyes looking up to meet your empty ones. with that smirk still held high, he leans in to whisper in your ear.

"Agent 69 uh? lets make your code name a reality shall we?"