➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 006

My heels tap against the floor as I round the corner of my office.
The office that was now situated right across that douche. My career being already distracting as it is(I mean cmon, working for a Jeon like Jungkook had a lot of inappropriate side effects.)
It was a given,with how naive and uncaring he was,but...
I never thought he could be,cute?

This Morning.

He had a frown situated between his eyebrows,cheeks stuffed with the pancakes I prepared for breakfast,and I was a little worried.
I didn't burn the underside of his,did I?

I'm thinking about offering him mine,looking as if he'd rather choke on air as he stuffs his face,until he lets out a very much sinful moan.
Why is he acting so weird?

"Umm,does it taste that bad?"
I'm not aware of just how disappointed my voice sounds,but he seemingly is,with the way his hair whips to the back of his head when he looks up. There sat a little syrup at the corner of his mouth, tempting me to cleanse him from it.

"No- It's,it's really good actually."

"Then why you looking as if you'd rather choke on air than swallow down the rest of your breakfast?"
I know there's a frown etched between my brows,but could you blame me?

There's a chuckle sounding of the walls of my kitchenette,his pearly whites exposed as he looks a little sheepish.
"Uh,i-I have a tendency of looking mad when the food is good.
Sorry if that,gave you the wrong idea?"

"Oh.
I guess it's good then?"
I fold my arms,my own breakfast pushed to the side in favour of watching his expression,to his glistening lips,cheeks a lovely pink colour as they're stuffed to their extent,to the now smoothed space between his brows.

"Very much yeah."
Jungkook smiles bashfully at me,or what I assume could be called bashful with the way he isn't keeping my gaze,and making this little brunch all the more...
Awkward.

"I'll get you some pain stillers..."
I turn away from the awkward atmosphere that feels as if it could suffocate me.
It feels strange not to occur in a argument with him,since that's all conversation I'd actually know how to steer.
Not this shy,sheepish boy with flushed cheeks and morning hair forming a halo behind his head.
I wasn't used to finding him cute,nor was he ever sheepish.

I may or may not stretch things out as I open my cabinet where all the medicine is burrowed in,knowing exactly where it is,but letting my eyes purposefully slide across them a couple times.

By the time I turn around again,both a glass of water and painstillers in hand,his eyes flicker up to mine from where they'd been focused somewhere lower.
He just couldn't keep himself in check,now could he?

"Ogling my ass again,Jeon?"
And I find the way he stutters before abruptly looking down,that I wouldn't mind having this persona of him around as much.

Such an shy baby boy.
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I'm still having a trail down the memory lane of this morning,a small pull at the corners of my mouth at the thought of Jungkook actually being flustered.

"Miss.Lavaste,Mr Jeon requests to see you."

"I saw him this morning,are you sure Jungkook needs me again as soon,Belle?"
I said,pulling the blazer tighter around my chest, standing out of my chair.

"Oh,I meant his father,miss.
There's no need to stand out of your seat,I'll just send him through after his done in Mr.Jeon's office."

"Okay thank you, Belle.
I'll be waiting then."
I felt uneasy at that, settling back into my office chair, watching as Bella's back disappeared out of the doorway,where I  could glimpse the closed door and lowered blinds of Jungkook's.

Nothing had been leaked for the past working day,as far as I was consulted,so I  couldn't exactly wrap my head around why my old mentor as well as first boss would want to meet at this time again.

In the meantime though,I wait,one could say I didn't get much done with eyes flicking to the opened door,peeking through the contents of the hallway every twenty seconds. Finally,at my third attempt of rereading an newly released article,I hear the long awaited rapt to the door as I lift my head up at the sound of it.

There Mr.Jeon stood,he'd grown older since the last time I saw him three months ago,where he was off to Balenciaga fulfilling his long term goal of having a second honeymoon with his dear wife.

"Mr.Jeon,what a pleasant surprise."
It was no surprise,it being a given that I've  been tense in my six inch silletos all the while waiting on him. What could have one hooked so long when conversing with you're son even?

"Arielle,how good it is too see an familiar face beside that of my son's."
He sighed,eyes closed as he smiled.
Of course, it's been about half a year since he left and a lot of the workers hadn't liked the way Jungkook went to work,having us suffering in major casualties when it came to employees above the age of forty who couldn't adapt to the new work setting.

"Oh,yes.
You probably have seen by now how many new employees have been appointed,as well as their positions."

"My secretary though,she'd been such an nice lady,I thought she'd be of good use to Jungkook with the knowledge that came with age?"
Oh, another extraordinary casualty,it being that as the middle aged woman she was.
She was still a woman,and tried to get into Jungkook's pants even if he'd been 10 years younger then her.
I thin I was more embarrassed than even Jungkook himself.

"I think you'd have to ask you're son,as to why she'd been let go...
It's kind of innapropiate of me,to speak for him?"
I cleared my throat at that.

"But let's leave the new adaptions for later.
For now, I actually have a personal favour to ask of you,if you'd be up for it."

Oh no,no no no no.
He'd only had personal favours to ask if it included Jungkook,and I found myself hating those the most.
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