What is he doing?

"That doesn't belong to me, Mister Jeon," I manage not to make any mistake, calling him the way I have to as an employee. "Yes, it is. I saw it fall down from your wrist when you stepped in front of me," he raises his eyebrows, fabricating lies and giving me subtle looks to engage in his scheme.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't see it well," my poor attempt at acting begins but quickly comes to an end. I take what is supposed to be mine and put it around my wrist when I've seen him wearing this many times.

"So..." he doesn't leave us but sits down on a chair before us. "Have you done your work, Mister Cha?" he pretends to be here for him, his eyes still often glancing at me.

"I did, Mister Jeon, but I still need to make some corrections and then edit them with my tablet," he answers him in a calm voice, Jungkook staying in his position, manspreading. He has such aura and confidence that it's hard not to be drawn to him.

"Hm, good," he nods as I stare at my milk carton, sipping on it nervously. I know why he's here with us, and that kills my composure. "You still find some time to rest, right?"

"Yes, I do. A little bit," Yohan keeps enjoying his meal while answering him, not feeling any type of distress in front of him while I can barely breathe. "What about you, Miss Han? Are you sleeping well too?" the lilt of his voice changes once he addresses me. I look up at him and see the amusement in his gaze, both knowing what we did last night. "Yes."

"Good," he moves his head to acquiesce, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I want my employees to rest enough and be healthy," he makes this conversation awkward, obviously finding a way to stay here with me and keep an eye on Yohan, who he knows to be close to me.

"I should go back to work. I have a lot of things to do," I put an end to this embarrassing moment and stand up, but Jungkook does so. "Same goes for me."

"Yohan needs to ask you some questions, Mister Jeon," I lie to him, peeking at the both of them. "You should stay here," I throw an unfriendly look at my man, who always follows me like a puppy, and I head back to the counter to leave my tray there and throw out what is empty.

Once this is done, I get out of here as fast as I can and walk through the hallways to reach my office. If Jungkook doesn't become more discreet, I will have to ignore him when we are together here. Our relationship is too obvious, and it may not be well received by others.

"Y/n!" a loud whisper makes me go faster, knowing who is running behind me to catch up while no one other than us is here. I rush to my door in order to avoid him, but he manages to crash into me and burst into my office, not gentle at all.

"Why are you doing this?" he shows some discontentment. "Because we can't act like that in front of your employees and the other people in this building. You know we're going to be in trouble if they know we're together."

"Fuck them all. I don't give a fuck whether that bothers them or not," he doesn't think as I do, disagreeing and acting thoughtlessly. "By the way, I don't like how close you and Yohan seem to be. I already heard some bastards spreading rumors about you two because of how often you both are seen together," he remarks as I sit down on my desk chair.

"It's not true, so we don't care," I try to convince him and calm his anger down, noticing he's fuming over my friendship with a man again. "Stop saying that we don't care. I can't stand it."

"Jungkook, are we going to fight for such a stupid reason? Yohan is just a friend, and he's always been there for me while working. I don't mind it when you're jealou-" I choke my word down immediately. "I mean, I don't mind you expressing your displease when seeing me with another man, but he is just a friend and a good coworker. Nothing more. We help each other with work, chat, but there's nothing more to it."

"Are you in his head? You know how he feels towards you?" he points his finger at me, not ever listening to me when I'm trying to make him understand the situation. "No, I don't, but I love you, so I don't care about that."

His emotions suddenly switch, his features softening. "Still...I don't want him that close to you again," he sticks to his stubbornness and remains the man he is. "But anyway, tell me what the bitches said in the restroom," he takes a seat on the leather sofa.

"Ara was delighted to see your interest in her," I say without any jealousy, focusing on my computer screen to work while talking to him, who never has anything to do but loaf around.

"What?" a loud chuckle escapes through his words, finding this as funny as I do. "She was talking about it with Loona, and they were all convinced that she would end in your bed soon because of the looks you give her. I swear..." I drift my eyes away from my sketches to look at him far behind the screen. "I couldn't help but laugh. She dared to call me a bitch, a rat, and a slut in the span of five minutes. She even said I'd never stand a chance with you."

"This fucking girl is gonna regret this so bad," his gaze darkens, his right leg bouncing as if this made his blood boil. "Don't say that," I reply, this sentence not sounding right. "Why?"

"You always say that you're gonna make me regret when it's about something sexual. So don't use that sentence for her," I expose some of my jealous side unconsciously, making him smile.

"In this case, I mean it in a violent or revengeful way. My words are only sexual when I talk to you or about you. I'm gonna make them go through hell, first, for calling my girl all those words, and second, for always badmouthing you and treating you like shit. They went too far. I'm going to push them to such an extent that they will do worse and give me the occasion to fire them."

"You need another reason to fire them?" I stop typing on my keyboard and raise my eyebrows at him. "Unfortunately, I could get reported or sued if there isn't enough proof or reason to throw them away, so yeah."

"Hm, true," I admit bitterly. "Yeah, life's unfair," he stands up, sticking his hands in his pockets. "By the way," he changes the topic as I remained silent for short seconds.

"Hm?" my eyes don't leave my screen, typing some notes but being distracted by his presence.

"Wait for me at the end of the day. I would like to take you out to dinner at a restaurant this evening." he doesn't let me answer but just steps out to close the door.

Well, alright.

•••

7:30 pm.

"See you tomorrow, y/n!" Yohan cutely waves at me while passing by in his car, making me do so as I'm heading towards Jungkook's car.

This is unfortunately already getting dark at this hour, so since I don't want to end up all alone in these narrow streets, I walk fast to the parking lot, where Jungkook is waiting for me.

"Oh, no way," a voice echoes through a street I was about to head to, stopping me. "Go back on your steps, bitch," Loona notices me, smoking a cigarette with her brainless friends. "Isn't that Mister Jeon's slut?" the blonde one hits her arm, laughing for no good reason.

I heave a sigh and decide to not walk there. I go back on my steps and turn to another street. They're just going to get me mad, and I'm not in the mood to stand those immature girls.

"That's right, fatass! Leave!" she shouts, their disgusting sneers making me huff. I keep my cool and move on. That fat ass I have is lucky anyway, given what it gets every night.

"You shut your fucking mouth, little bitch!" some loud noises reverberate through the parking lot, my heart making a flip at the intensity of this voice I know so well. "What does this hoe have that I don't?! Uh?! I'll do anything for you! I'll obey and do all the things you want me to, Mister Jeon!" a girl yells back at him.

I quickly approach them to see what's going on. I stay apart, hide behind a car, and only listen to them.

"I don't want a slut. I want a woman, which is not what you are," he shoots back at her, his hand raised up at her face to point his finger at her. "Try to badmouth her one more time, touch her, or talk shit about her, and I swear you'll regret it all your life."

"Why are you treating me like this, Mister Jeon...? " the girl who always hangs out with Loona and the others turns on the waterworks, gazing into his eyes with too much fake sorrow. "I fell in love with you...I love you-"

"Too bad, I don't," he cuts her sentence short, the tone in his voice showing how seriously mad he is. I can now recognize it; I know when he's angry, and he is right now. "Now, leave my fucking sight before I lose my temper."

"You know what? Keep fucking that bitch, I'm going to report you, tell everyone that you fuck your female employees, and all my friends will agree with me and say you molested us. I'll destroy your life and that hoe's one with the videos we have of her having sex with another guy! Both of you are going to beg us to-" her body hits Jungkook's car as he couldn't control himself but shove her into it. "Do this. Do it, and I can assure you you'll be the one to lose everything in the end."

"Really? Are you sure about that? Those videos will destroy her more than you could ever affect my life," she mentions some horrible stuff, my heart stopping and my mind hurting. This can't be possible. "What videos are you talking about?"

"A guy banging Miss Han right in front of a camera," her voice runs out with way more self-assurance, the steadiness of it showing how fake she was this whole time. "Now remind me, you want a woman and not a slut, right? Is that what you call a woman?"

"That's not true. You're lying just to get to me, but this won't work," his voice breaks, his emotions taking over him. I decide to leave my hideout and approach them directly to intervene.

"Jungkook, let's go back home," my eyes meet his black ones. That's the first time I see such deep and intense pigmentation in someone's eyes.

"Get into the car right now," he orders me to do, throwing a last glare at the girl before joining me inside. The blonde girl leaves us with satisfaction after what she just caused, and I panic.

Everything is going downhill, and I'm not ready; I'm scared. The silence heightens the tension between us as the light dims in this small, enclosed space.

"Are those videos real?" his harsh voice gives me the chills, my hands holding onto each other as my entire body is shaking on my seat. "Jungkook, I swe-" his fist crashing against the steering wheel violently startles me right in the middle of my sentence. "Do not fucking lie to me, y/n. It's either yes or no."

My eyes watering, I keep my head low and answer, "Yes, but-"

"Oh my-" he lifts one hand up to his mouth, clenching it into a fist. "Who was it with? Uh? Did it happen with multiple guys?" his penetrating eyes land on me after averting mine the whole time, and I shake my head. "It was with Jaemin, and no one else."

"Jaemin?" his voice is low and dangerous, with a hint of disbelief. "Yes, when we had that thing going on. He wanted to record it. He promised me that he would never show them to anyone but only keep it for himself," my heart beats hard against my chest, each thump of it snatching my breath out of my lungs as of I was on the verge of passing out.

He stares right into my eyes without moving or saying anything, my body frozen in its spot, not allowing me to think straight anymore. I can discern the veins popping out of his hands, firmly crushing the leather material of the steering wheel.

"Look into my eyes and swear that you're telling me all the truth," he doesn't blink anymore, my blood burning my body from the inside. I hold eye contact to show my honesty, "I swear, I'm telling the truth, Jungkook. I would never to lie you."

He clenches his jaw and turns his gaze to look in front of him, his hand flying to the gear stick. "Put your seatbelt on," he turns the ignition on, so I do as told but cannot help worrying. "What are you doing?"

"If Jaemin was the only one who had the videos, he's the one who leaked them," he starts the car without waiting, not even being safe. I feel like something bad is going to happen. "Jungkook, I know you're upset, but please don't do anything out of anger. I don't want you to get in trouble."

"I'm gonna give him what he deserves, that's all. You'll stay in the car, and I'll take care of it," he keeps his eyes on the road, driving a little too fast. "Please, Jungkook, be careful. Don't make a mistake."

He doesn't say anything more. He won't change his mind.

10 minutes later...

"Jungkook," I get out of the car without his permission to run to him and grab his hand. "Please, just talk to him. Don't do anything else." I follow him towards the front door.

"Let go, y/n. I'm serious." he wraps his fingers around my wrist to pull me away and bangs at the door as soon as we reach it. I don't listen to him but hold his hand. "You'll regret acting impulsively, Jungkook. I know you well now. Please, just calm down."

"Y/n, I'll yell to make you stop. Please don't make me, baby," he pushes my hand away effortlessly, the force in his grip marking my skin.

When I hoped for Jaemin to not be home, the door opens, and Jungkook bursts into the house in no time at all.