Who's The Boss?

Who's The Boss?

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Jeon Jungkook stared at the man across the table. "I think we're going to do the first option. It's the best plan. MY plan" he pointed out. "Well if you can even call that as a plan.." Kim Taehyung muttered, looked away. "PARDON?" Jungkook snapped. "I'm not trying to sugar-coat it, your plan sucks" Taehyung folded his arms. "Oh yeah? and what makes you think your plan is better than mine?" Jungkook clenched his fist. Everybody in the meeting room tensed. Kim Namjoon, their senior in the office, sighed, and turned to whispered to the other co-workers. ".....we just asked where we will have lunch later, didn't we?" "Well you know tae-kook. Always have different opinion, about, literally, everything" Jimin rolled his eyes, and got up to leave the room. and the others followed. Taehyung and Jungkook still in their little world, bickering, until Namjoon smacked the table and said, "Guys? everyone already left" and two of them formed an "o" with their mouths. Namjoon rolled his eyes and left them.
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The first day of senior year was supposed to be ordinary, hallways buzzing, sneakers squeaking, the faint smell of freshly printed textbooks. For Jeon Jungkook, it was just another year to survive, sketchbook clutched like armor, head low, blending in. Then he saw him. Kim Taeyhung. New transfer. Hair catching the sunlight, eyes sharp and daring, as if the world existed only to challenge him. Fate, or cruel coincidence, slid them into seats side by side. Taehyung didn't just irritate Jungkook; he pushed buttons Jungkook didn't even know he had. Every glance, every smirk felt like a challenge, and somehow, a pull Jungkook couldn't ignore. "Just a seatmate," he told himself. "Just another boy." But when Taehyung leaned over with that crooked, infuriating smile, something twisted in Jungkook's chest. This year was already far from ordinary, and he hated that part of him wanted more.

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