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I'm curious why people are fighting here I'm confused ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

@mavisjeon Mavis please don't delete your books bbe. They are so damn natural and real life based . I have loved to read all of them. Please continue and write more stories

Hear me out y’all. Mavis writes the most sexiest smut and yearning plots ever.

BROOOO.. Your pfp is LITERALLY what i was thinking about today when I saw this particular face this scene in that video and I was like fuckkkkk why is he looking at me like that.. The freaking close upppop... And you just put it here!????!!!!!! Aaahhhh.. We're we thinking the same??!!!like he just bent to look into your eyes with that cocky eyebrows!!! 

guys do u want me to continue The Door Between Us? i think its not v read…maybe if it doesn’t get engagement, i’ll just take it back or discontinue it and focus on protected because im allotting time to updating every on-going fic. 
          
          or should i discontinue all the books that are on-going currently and start a new book with regular updates? (this one is a good option ngl)

THE DOOR BETWEEN US CHAP 12 UPDATED (SMUT WARNING)
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1631387881-12-behind-locked-doors

I try to smack him again but he catches my wrist. In an aggressive attempt, I try to pull it back. When that's unsuccessful, I try to punch him in the face with the second hand but he grabs that fast too. Ugh, bastard. 
          "Leave my hands!" I grit.
          "Only if you don't mess up my makeup and face right now. I can't tolerate your childishness today." His face is bored as he easily resists efforts of freeing myself. Why does he have an iron grip?
          "You're the one who called my legs fat."
          "There's a difference between swollen and fat," he says to annoy me further with a smirk being formed, "They are your words, not mine."
          I kick his shin and he 'ow's instantly, leaving my hands. Before I can look away, he shoves his elbow into my ribs. "That's for the kick. It fucking hurt, you could have broken my bone."
          "I could have broken your jaw years ago but have I?" I say in an even voice, finally trying to bring back composure. He doesn't reply and I'm glad.
          He's checking something on the phone, says after a while. "They're broadcasting the event and whoever is arriving at the event right now. We might need to give some interviews."
          Both of us groan. I make a fist and he grabs the glasses of champagne in the car before him and downs it. Interviews always meant one thing. We had to look like we were friends and...cared for each other. Yucks. We could not have disagreements and we had to sometimes even smile at each other.
          That bastard and I never smile at each other. Ever. Maybe laugh mockingly and evilly, but never friendly smiles. I was dreading this shit already. I hated when they asked me the best parts of partnering with Jungkook. All I could think of was when I stuck my chewing gum in his hair or when I found out his computer password and changed the entire theme to hello kitty, and deleted some of his excel sheets that bore me to death in meetings. Come on! A girl can get tired of looking at the same numbers and slides every month.

Jungkook and I had to attend an event together. A company we are in talks with are dropping their new couture and we got the invited. Considering how much the company is, we could never deny it. Both of us were definitely going and of course, we couldn't be colour coordinated for the sake of world peace. I stuck to a flattering crimson red dress that I designed last summer, it hugged my lines perfectly. While Satan Face had decided to pick his outfit from our new line. He wore a netted tank top underneath a specialised leather jacket we sold as a premium product. The leather jacket was designed by him and he took excessive pride in it, it wasn't...bad per se. His pants were our tight black jeans and chunky boots underneath. His hair was swept back and left a little unruly like a 90s biker or something. Silver jewelry adorned him and tonight, he had decided to hook in his piercings as well. He stayed professional and formal at the office, never showing his tattoos or piercings. I'd seen him style himself a few times and I always chose to ignore it with an eye roll cause how conceited could a person be. You try to look good, everyone does. Whatever. So? Move on. I genuinely didn't get why girls do a double take, I raise my eyebrow at them in disgust and concern. 
          "I'm planning to walk in first," he says.
          "We can't go separately, that won't look nice."
          "Oh, so now it won't look nice? Last time when I told you to pose with me on the red carpet event, you ignored me," he whispered so our staff couldn't overhear us. Otherwise they would separate us all over again and give us the same lecture about keeping the bickering for after the show.
          "We were invited to an influencer's birthday. Not being seen with you there works just fine. Plus, you stink," I add for good measure.
          "If we are being petty, I'd like to tell you that your legs look swollen in this dress," he anounces.
          I gasp and smack him, which hurts a bit.
          He looks at me sharply and bumps his shoulder into mine.

When all they wanted was to make us stop fighting, for real. 
          I sometimes dream about throwing coffee at his face. Scalding hot coffee. The thought alone brings the tip of my lips up. A smidge. 
          Yet, the fascinating thing remains that none of us have gone and ended our partnership. Ever. Every decision we ever make are polar opposite. We have never once agreed on one thing. Except...Except? No, I've never agreed with him and I'm glad I never have. Because his taste is shitty as fuck. One day I saw him wearing brown brogues. That's just...on purpose. Like how can someone kill their own handsomeness is beyond me. It almost feels like a pointed attack at me, because he knows I get irritated and squirmy when he wears them. I can barely breath in the same room as those brown brogues and ever since he has figured that out, he has worn them every chance he gets. I swear I even saw him smirk from my peripheral vision when I was trying to calm myself when he paired them with black formal pants. 
          Our decisions are monitored, our office door usually stays open and the human resource head's desk is right outside. We are co-partners and co-CEO's so there is no one higher in command, yet we are always supervised in each other's company. We have gotten strict rules printed out in our office, each added after one more fight that got famous. In fact, we can't be in the pantry at the same time. If I am in there, he has to go away and vice versa. I find myself frequenting it a lot since that's the only place I can breathe in. Correct, because he's not there. 
          I'm not even lying, I bet I can tell you his boring bland ass personality and routine just by seeing what he wears, what he talks about and what he does all day. I'm sure even on free days, he's working from home or watching a baseball match rerun that he's barely interested in. He would get the most bland no-surprise milkshake and might go on a run or two, or the gym. Anyway, I don't wanna think about how boring life can be.

"I absolutely hate you," I seethe from behind my clenched teeth.
          "I don't think I've ever hated anyone more than I've hated you, not even my Dad," he says, that bunny toothed bastard. Just because he has a handsome face slapped over his wrinkled Satan face doesn't mean I don't see right through him. 
          Both of us work in silence with our keyboards tapping away a little more aggressively than required. Today the topic was not agreeing on the timing for a meeting. I wanted to do it in the morning and Satan Face wanted to do it in the evening. Unlike his sorry ass, I HAVE A DATE AT NIGHT! We fought the morning through and finally, Dina, our human resource head split us up and put us on Time-Out.
          The Time-Out is a widely known thing in the office, because both of their bosses end up getting it almost on a regular basis. The Time-Out consists of us being locked in our office and not speaking to each other for the next two hours straight. But, obviously, I couldn't help but break it. I mentioned I have a prior commitment, I can't do the meeting in the evening.
          It's the most unfortunate miserable tragedy of my life that I ended up PARTNERING with this blood sucking pig. Jeon Jungkook. My co-CEO and the worst person I've ever met. Period. We own a clothing brand and we sell exquisite leather items. Initially, things was no animosity, since we didn't know each other. But ever since we have started making executive decisions together and working in the same cramped up office being with each other 24/7. 
          Yes, things have strayed much further than simple enemies. We despise each other with our guts. I once saw in the CCTV that he spit in my coffee. I mean, I may or may not have smeared his seat with ink for which he took revenge.
          To be honest, our employees strongly suggested hiring a human resource person because they were tired of the daily bickering, but none of them said that directly. Obviously. They just said it would promote a 'healthy' environment at work.