Nine
Taehyung went to the cafeteria with his mind still on a hazy state. He looked around, trying to find the only friend he has gotten himself so far.
He texted Jimin to meet up at the cafeteria, wanting to have someone listen to his frustrations. He also wants to ask Jimin if he could help him out with his relocation.
"Tae!"
The brunet turned to the direction of the voice and found Jimin waiving his hand at him. He instantly smiled as he walks near his friend, disregarding the looks and whispers he heard as he passed by a group of employees on a nearby table.
"What do you want to tell me?" Jimin eagerly asked even before Taehyung could sit on the empty spot opposite to him.
Taehyung moved his head near Jimin's, the latter doing the same as he listens to what the brunet has to say.
"I'm going crazy." Taehyung whispered, his head moving around to scan the whole place, making sure that no one hears him.
Jimin's grin turned into a scowl. "That's it? That's what you asked me here for?" He rolled his eyes in disappointment. He was hoping to hear hot gossip from the brunet, but it turned out to be uninteresting.
"Will you listen first, bitch." Taehyung bickered back, cautiously leaning his head back again to Jimin.
"It's about the boss." He said in a whisper.
Jimin's face turned into a huge grin. "Now we're talking." He said, lending his ears.
Taehyung cleared his throat as images of what happened earlier flashed back on his mind.
He shivered, feeling all too hot at the thought that the boss, Jungkook, is flirting with him.
Is he really?
Or he's just assuming things?
Taehyung suddenly felt uncomfortable and unsure. He opened his mouth to continue, but closed it again after a while.
"uhm..okay...will you help me out with my things?" He blurted out instead.
"What?" Jimin asked, confusion written all over his face. "What about the boss you're about to say earlier?" He continues to pry.
Taehyung shrugs his shoulders. "That's it. The boss wants to move my cubicle inside his office so he can easily boss me around." He answered, looking anywhere but Jimin.
He really wants to tell Jimin about what happened earlier, but now, as he thinks about it, he's not so sure.
What if he's just fantasizing that Jungkook is flirting with him. He doesn't want to look desperate to Jimin.
He doesn't want the only friend he has to think he's delusional.
"So, will you help me out?" Taehyung batted his eyes, trying to act cute.
Jimin rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Tae. You owe me one." He ruffles Taehyung's brunette locks, giggling at his scowling face.
"Stop it." Taehyung pouted as he tried fixing his dishevelled hair.
He was busy setting his hair up when Jimin stood, his eyes fixated on the door with his smile so wide.
"Jin-hyung!"
Jimin called out, making Taehyung turn his head at the direction he's looking at.
He saw a tall man with blonde locks walking towards their direction. Taehyung could only think of a word that would best describe the man as he neared their table.
Handsome.
"Jiminie." Jin tapped the smaller male on his shoulder, smiling so wide at him.
Jimin turned his attention to Tae before bringing it back to Jin. "Hyung, this is Tae, secretary of the CEO. Tae, this is Jin-hyung from the accounting department."
The brunet stood, offering his hand to the taller male who smiled widely at him before shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Tae. Jimin had been telling me about you being his new friend."
Taehyung laughed at this. "I hope he's not saying bad things about me." He said, earning a pinch on the side from Jimin.
"Bitch. He knows how sassy you are." Jimin answered, eyes turning into crescents as he smiles.
"Well that's true." Taehyung smirked.
The three males easily got close to each other as they sat back on the chair. They talked for a few more minutes, making their break time worthwhile before Taehyung decided to go back to his working station.
"Jin-hyung, I'll be helping Tae out with his things. You go ahead without me." Jimin muttered.
"Help him with what?" Jin inquired.
Taehyung told him Jungkook's instruction. He didn't expect Jin to also come and help him out.
The three went up to the top floor, talking about a lot of things as they finally arrived in front of the CEO's room.
The brunet knocked a couple of times before opening the door, revealing Jungkook still with his friend Namjoon.
"Sir, excuse my interruption." He mumbles, not making eye contact. He opened the door, allowing the two males to enter.
Jungkook just throws them a glance before looking back on the files in hand.
Namjoon smiled at them, his cute dimples showing.
"You have good looking staff here, Kook."
Taehyung heard Namjoon said as the three of them are busy setting up his working station.
"Whatever." Jungkook boredly answered.
Taehyung rolled his eyes at the latter's tone. He doesn't know how such a rude man could get a friend like Namjoon, his total opposite.
The brunet decided to shrug the idea and focus on the task at hand. Setting up his new cubicle doesn't take much time with the three of them busy working out together.
They are almost done when he saw Jin lift a huge box full of his things. He steps forward to help, only to be halted when Namjoon came to his side.
"Let me help you with that." Namjoon offered, taking the box away from Jin, still with his cute smile.
Taehyung saw how Jin just shrugs his shoulders, letting the taller male take the box and place it on top of the table.
Taehyung couldn't help but smile at how cute the two look together just standing side by side.
"Is that all?" Namjoon asked, eyes focused on Jin who looked away with his ears turning red.
"Yes. Thanks, sir." Taehyung answered instead, smiling thankfully at Namjoon who just smiled back.
The brunet turned his attention to his friends, before dragging them out of the room.
Once out, he hugged both of them, feeling so thankful for the help they have given him.
"Thank you guys. I can't believe you would really help me out." He gave the two a quick peck on the cheeks.
"Eeww. Gross." Jimin joked, playfully wiping his hand on his cheek with a disgusted look on his face. Jin, on the other hand, just laughed at the two who start bickering again.
"We better get going now, Tae." Jin said, holding Jimin on his arm.
The brunet nodded his head, smiling brightly at the two. "Thanks again, hyungs."
The two waved back as they head to the elevator.
Taehyung quickly went back inside the CEO's office, not giving the two males inside any glance.
He quietly settled on his seat, adjusting the monitor in such a way that his view from the CEO's table will be blocked.
The brunet tried his best not to listen to the conversation, making himself busy.
He really tried, but their voices are really audible from where he's sitting.
"By the way, I visited your father earlier with Hoseok and Yoongi." Namjoon said, voice sounding casual.
Taehyung waited for the response from Jungkook but heard none. He carefully lifted his gaze, peeking over the monitor to see the two.
Jungkook has his eyes still settled on the files as if he did not hear anything while Namjoon swirls his phone in his hand.
There was a moment of silence before Namjoon speaks again. "Don't you think it's time to settle things between the two of you? Make amends?"
"Not the right moment to talk about that, Namjoon." Jungkook responded, his voice firm and low.
He lifted his gaze and Taehyung held his breath when Jungkook stared at him with sharp eyes.
Busted.
Taehyung lowered his head so fast, his forehead bumped on the edge of the monitor, making a loud banging sound.
"o-ouch." He whimpered in pain, feeling up his forehead with his right hand. He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress the bad words wanting to come out of his mouth.
"That's what you get from eavesdropping." Jungkook retorted, grinning at his direction.
Taehyung felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment when Namjoon laughed.
"Cute." Namjoon said before deciding to stand. "I'll be heading out now, Kook. I still have a lot of things to do in the studio."
"Yeah. Bye." Jungkook boredly replied, before going back to his work.
Namjoon passed by Taehyung, smiling and saying goodbye before going out of the room.
The brunet kept on caressing his forehead when reality hits him.
They are alone.
Him and Jungkook are now alone.
Oh God.
Taehyung felt a lump on his throat as his heart starts to beat like crazy. He doesn't know why but he's feeling tensed all of a sudden.
His mind starts to think of unholy things that he almost cursed himself.
What the hell.
Pull yourself together, bitch.
He was so engrossed on his own world that he didn't hear Jungkook calling him out.
He was only snapped out of trance when Jungkook called him with a bang on the table.
"Secretary Kim!"
The brunet flinched as he hurriedly stood.
"Y-yes sir?" He squeaked, feeling the intense eyes of the ravenette on his.
"You really are deaf." Jungkook grunted, dropping the files on the table. "I said, call Mr. Min and cancel the meeting today. Tell him I'll meet him over dinner tomorrow."
Taehyung nodded his head. He immediately dialed the number and cancelled the meeting politely.
As soon as he puts the phone back on the cradle, Jungkook called him out again. This time, to bring the documents that they received from the Han Enterprise.
Taehyung fumbled on the documents on his table, before rushing over the side of Jungkook.
He handed the papers but the clip that holds it together slides down, making some of the papers fall on the floor.
Taehyung gasped, immediately putting the remaining papers on the table before ducking down to get those that fell on the floor.
He heard Jungkook grunt in annoyance, swivelling the chair to his direction.
Taehyung was able to pick up all the papers. He looked up, aiming to stand but was halted when he came face to face with Jungkook's crotch as he sat only a few meters away from him.
The brunet gasped, backing away a little. He felt his body heat up as he stared at that particular area.
"Secretary Kim." Jungkook called out.
"Y-yes sir." He mumbles, not tearing his eyes on that bulge.
"My face is up here."
Taehyung felt his body turn cold, realizing that he's been ogling at the CEO's crotch like a hypnotised bitch.
He quickly stood, knees a little wobbly as he looked down, not wanting to make eye contact.
"You're really something, aren't you?" Jungkook muttered in a teasing note that made Taehyung's cheeks even redder than that of a tomato.
"W-what?" He stuttered, still looking down on the floor.
Jungkook smirked. "Is there something more interesting to look at down there... than up here?"
This guy!
Taehyung is so embarrassed. He tried to look at the man's eyes, but instantly regretted, seeing the playful smile on his lips.
The brunet felt his body burn as Jungkook deliberately checks him out, his eyes traveling up and down his body with that playful smile still plastered on his lips.
Taehyung felt out of breath, wishing for the floor to eat him up. He wants to vanish into thin air from too much embarrassment.
As if on cue the phone on his table rings.
"A call!" He squeaked, putting the papers he picked on top of Jungkook's table.
The brunet hurriedly turned his back to get the phone, too thankful to whoever called in that moment.
He answered the call with his back facing the CEO's table. He took his time answering, trying his best to recover from the humiliation he sets himself into.
After the call ended, Taehyung throws a glance over Jungkook who's back to being busy. He sighed, feeling the relief wash over him.
Taehyung sat back on his chair, his heart still beating out of his chest. He typed down on the keyboard, his mind not really functioning well as he just keeps on pressing the keys without thought.
He was so lost that when he gazed at the monitor, his eyes turned wide as a saucer. He quickly pressed on the delete button as his heart continues to dribble inside his chest.
He couldn't believe that he had typed those words. It's now officially true that he's becoming crazy by the minute.
Taehyung doesn't know how long will he keep on being sane with this dangerous man around.
He remembered what he typed and his face turned even redder.
Fuck me Jungkook.
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Me too.
Lmao. I'm innocent..
Love you 💜
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