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"Ugh! I shouldn't have wasted all my time geeking out over the new concepts in Linear Algebra or else I would have been better off with this Microcontrollers shit," the girl cursed under her breath, fixing her round glasses and cataloging all the regrets in the past six months that she didn't give a flying fuck about at that time.

It was like the scariest horror movie flashing before her eyes, evoking goosebumps and horrifying her soul, all the time when she looks at the screen to understand the complicated algorithms and codes. They looked like Greek to her and the fact that there are just six more hours to attempt her exam wasn't helping her mind.

"Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy" a deep voice hummed as the owner appeared behind her ghostly appearance. Her inexistent guardian angel is all ready to lay a bet on her pre-death assets for any kid pissing their pants on sharing a single glance with the distraught university student.

"Isn't that what you said, bobagirl?" the man teased and the girl huffed, stabbing the pages of her notebook mercilessly with her not-so-sharp ballpoint pen. The man chuckled, making himself comfortable on the bed as the girl turned, leaving her Pomodoro timer unattended just like the complicated concepts for her awaiting exam.

"Should I remind you every time? I am Bobae, not Boba, not bobagirl. Ridiculous how your brain works so good all the time except for remembering my name," she mocked, earning a chuckle from the male in front of her who now lied on her bed as if it was some free real estate.

"My brain couldn't process the fact that my roommate is a long-lost twin of the famous Boba, all round and squishy. Can't help, it looks at you that way. You know what else is round and squishy?" he smirked, portraying his usual complacent smile. Bobae rolled her eyes, throwing her pouch at him but the latter's reflexes were instantaneous.

"Hey! I was talking about my tummy. Look at the cute little pudding here," the man lifted his shirt, flexing his adorable stomach and Bobae smiled, poking it lightly with her index finger. 

"See, you are so whipped for it as well. If it gets rounder, it can join you and Boba to become the ultimate fluffball trio," he remarked and Bobae sighed in disbelief. Every millisecond he opened his mouth, her mind couldn't digest the fact that she was living with a 22-year-old grown-ass man for almost two and half years now.

"I still can't believe you haven't asked me out yet. Girls are ready to jump down a skyscraper to win a lottery like this. Wait! I sincerely apologize for not mentioning the guys ready to prove that earth is square for me. Are you sure you are telling me the truth for two years? You didn't see me before checking this apartment? Are you sure the owner didn't lure you to take this one showing my picture? Or did you happen to forget that part after getting attacked by my immaculate visuals," the guy winked only to be rewarded with a pillow smack on his charming face.

"Yah! Kim Taehyung, will you stop being all over yourself? My room is reeking of your cockiness," Bobae scoffed and the offended over-self-loving man pouted. He then got up and sat down, peeking over her laptop's screen that contained an incomplete code.

"Me embracing your room with my high-demand fragrance worries you a lot more than how stuck up you are for tomorrow's exam. I am surprised, Miss Top-GPA-philic bobagirl," Taehyung reminded the relaxed girl who had a swift transition to a spiky cat in panic, adding another regret to her list.

"It's alright to have a backlog once. You wouldn't know the taste of success if you don't experience failure," Taehyung muttered, leaning over her seated frame as he typed some additional program statements and debugged the code while she clenched her jaw, annoyed at how cool he was despite having the same paper next day.

"Yeah, and it's also right to have my name removed from my family registry. Thanks for the motivation," Bobae sneered as Taehyung finally ran down the simulation with a tiny small plastered on his face and then the curve widened upon finding his disorganized roommate all in awe, gaping at the screen.

"Where were you all this time, my dorky knight in dorkier shining armor?" She complained, noting down what she had missed and correcting her algorithm eventually.

"In the bar, partying with the dorkiest Jimin and few other not-so-cool-than-me dudes. There were nice shots and hot chicks as well. I had a good taste of a smoky strawberry lipstick as well," he flaunted with pride and Bobae scowled, setting her timer again.

"Do you realize that we have an exam in few more hours?" Bobae asked, always stupefied at his unswerving confidence. 

"Do you realize that I am fucking smart even if unprepared?" Taehyung retorted and the girl bit her tongue, feeling a pang of 'ouch' inside her heart. He was always an easy-going person and that attitude honors him with assiduous attention and public favor. But at times like these, even the calmest person gets nervous unlike him.

No wonder he likes aliens, she thought to herself.

"Lucky you to be born with brains. My nerves are getting weary, sharpening my brain again and again," Bobae sighed, averting her concentration to the dreadful subject and Taehyung giggled, pulling a chair beside the anxious girl.

"What's the catch?" Bobae asked as Taehyung started penning down the pointers before he could start explaining the module she was playing blind archery at.

"Be my fluffy boba slave for a week"

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"Sir, that was my presentation that you have rejected last week. How can you showcase that one as your idea? How can you call yourself the mastermind behind the price and accommodation innovation when it was my idea in the first place," the girl wanted to yell out loud, looking at her boss shamelessly grinning at the appraisal he earned from the CEO but stayed quiet.

"What's with that look?" her boss asked and the girl realized she was throwing silent daggers at him. She quickly smiled at him with an internally disrespectful bow though she wished those daggers turn out real and stab the shit of the brazen man.

"Let's have an office dinner. Kiko, you too. It's on me tonight," he cheered and the whole team cooed, acting all oblivious when they certainly know who among the Creative Team set forth the proposal of the innovation. Kiko stomped her feet and stormed out of the room in silence, disgusted at how she was treated no less than shit in the company.

"Sunbae, don't you think it's unfair? Why are you always silent and allowing that man to steal your ideas and take credit from them?" her intern asked, flabbergasted at how the girl always stays silent, no matter what, no matter how bad she wanted to shriek out loud until she burst her vein.

"You were there for only two months and will leave in a few more. Don't butt into senior's business. You know nothing about the life in the corporate field," Kiko snapped unintentionally and the man beside her pouted like a kid even though none of her words gave the slightest sting to him. 

"Tell me more then. I would be debuting soon into the industry as well. I need to know the pros and cons as well, right?" the intern asked, his dark lashes fluttering beautifully as he blinked twice, cognizant of how uneasy his senior turns whenever the topic arises between them.

"Seokjin, we have a lot of work to do, are you aware of that? The proposal is accepted, which implies our team will be the one handling it. We have to keep tabs on everything carefully from the beginning. I don't want you to be slacking anywhere just because you are an intern," Kiko admonished before scuttling towards the café to have her second meal of the day, a large Iced Americano.

"At this rate, she will die out of malnutrition. How the hell does one survive on two glasses of Americano for more than eight hours? I just hope she doesn't get sick," Seokjin sighed, concerned at his overworking senior. 

Hours vanished like minutes when the project work was initiated in the office. Kiko was always organized and had been the in-charge of file security and storage since she joined the team. The team was uneven and improper but no one complained as the end result was always favorable to the company, all that was possible because of her strenuous efforts and indefatigable diligence.

Though she had every chance to mock them for being irrational, irresponsible, and inadequate for any project, she always shut her mouth, bottling up all her exasperation into a huge balloon. She couldn't lodge a complaint with her Team Head being the first gate she ought to pass. She was no VIP to barge into the office of the CEO or the Chairman to unmask the true series of events that happen in her team.

Once done, Kiko tried her best to escape from the terrible Office dinner by hiding in the bathroom for a while but what welcomed her was a female colleague who waited all the time for her and kept nagging that her boss wanted everyone's presence without fail.

Submitting to her ill fate, she trailed her exhausted body to the regular restaurant along with the others who were energetic enough to chatter about how hot the men were in the Social Media Planning Team. Just taking a step more with every step she took felt like carrying a heavy load of unnecessary goods.

"Sunbae, let me hold that," Seokjin popped out of nowhere to her surprise and she handed him her bag and files, utterly drained to refuse the sweet offer.

"Hold my hand," Seokjin mumbled and Kiko looked at him with perplexed eyes. He possessed a handsome face, almost a sculpted one, and the brown highlights over the black locks summed up to his immaculacy, she thought to herself, and even before she could be summoned by his ethereality, she snapped out, feeling the warm brush of his hands.

"You are always careless, Sunbae and your mind always wanders off to different places of the world that you don't even know exists. It's understandable if you get lost in the thoughts of donuts and apple pies but I couldn't expect that from a boring Americano addict. You are worse than an alcoholic person, Sunbae," Seokjin rambled on and Kiko allowed him, accepting the slight affection in her dejected life.

The Dinner started with everyone congratulating the Head for always bringing the team a good impression and cheered everyone for their hard work in the past projects and for better performance in the upcoming ones. Kiko sniggered internally at how nonchalant everyone was and cursed her fate to be the victim in the everyday drama.

This could definitely be a depressing plot for a k-drama, she thought to herself.

"Sunbae, here," Seokjin passed her meal and she looked at him, paused, and then at the meal. The meal looked too huge to fit in her stomach.

"I didn't order this. I just need a bowl of jajjangmyeon," Kiko pushed the tray towards Seokjin but Seokjin bobbed his head sideways, throwing a soft endearing smile at his senior.

"The office dinner is the only time I see you eating real food, Sunbae. Either way, it's on the Team Head so let's make his pockets hurt," Seokjin looked determined about his tiny evil mission with his hands on his hips, and Kiko couldn't help but chuckle at how funny he appeared.

"I don't need this much. We can share-"

"No way! I don't share my food with anyone. I am getting a meal larger than yours. We can exchange if you want," he proposed a tougher choice and Kiko stayed silent, giving into Seokjin's inflexibility, and began eating tiny vegetables first.

Soon her appetite betrayed her composure as she started munching down the dishes with heavy zeal, her empty stomach accelerating her tempo. Seokjin looked at her without a blink, admiring his senior eating wholly, with all his heart. Watching her break out of the bubble of being a perfect employee and eat until her stomach is full always softens Seokjin's heart, brightens his mood, and at times, makes his day.

"Sunbae, if you eat like that, you wouldn't get a boyfriend," Seokjin jested, enjoying the sight of Kiko already tipsy in her fifth shot, mumbling curses to herself while munching on the grilled pork strips, parted from the world and the people around.

"Boyfriend? It isn't that easy to get a boyfriend, dear hoobae. Getting a boyfriend looks easier in movies," Kiko slurred, alcohol invading her senses as she raised her hands to do a tiny wave. 

"How about I take you to one then?" Seokjin asked, fixing his gaze on his Sunbae who disregarded his flirty advances. Seokjin giggled as he helped her sit properly and stared into her eyes for a moment.

"That was fucking smooth, you know? I would have been all over you if I was her," Natasha, another intern who was a good friend of Seokjin muttered, pouring a glass of soju to him which he respectfully rejected.

"Can't afford to get drunk right now, Nat. Ought to drive this drunk tigress home," Seokjin reasoned and Natasha smiled, marveled at how whipped her colleague was. She knew that handsome hunk could collect girls in his basket without an ounce of effort but he had his priorities clear and fixed, which always amazed her.

"Thank you for waiting for her in the washroom and helping me to get her here somehow," Seokjin thanked, being grateful for the favor Natasha did so he could have Kiko eat like a normal being. He was tired of seeing her disappearing slits in between the work, bone-tired and worn out. 

"What are friends for?" Natasha bumped her fists and Seokjin smiled.

"I think you should go and drop your Sunbae now, before the boss and the others start picking on her on random topics," Natasha suggested and Seokjin nodded, pulling his clingy alcoholic sunbae, the one who he always secretly admired throughout his office hours.

"Take me home, Seokjin ah," Kiko sang and Natasha showed a thumbs-up to her friend, guiding him towards the exit with her gestures. He could hear someone asking why they were leaving so early but Jin just walked away quickly, leaving the responsibility to his friend.

"This car feels better than my house," Kiko spoke sloppily as Seokjin started his car.

"Why do you still care for me?" Kiko asked and Seokjin looked at her with a questioning stare.

"I always scold you, vent out on you, always send you to Xerox and print those stupid files, and..." Kiko paused, playing with the fabric of the seatbelt.

"And?"

"And..you saw my house...you know where I live,...you should feel..you should feel disgusted," Kiko uttered and Seokjin smiled faintly, wishing to take care of her like a baby who deserves all the love and pamper. He wished she allowed him inside her bubble, he wished she lowered her walls for him but he couldn't dare to ask, dare to break the cute yet not-really-enough bond with her.

"I care for you for who you are. I like your place anyway. It's small but it has you. Lucky bastard, isn't it?" Seokjin joked, earning the most satisfying giggle from her.

"We reached home," Seokjin informed as he got out to open the door for her.

"Home Bitter Home," Kiko squealed and walked along as Seokjin ushered her. He decided to stay for a while as she crashed on her couch just in case, she would vomit and needs assistance. Upon finding her snore in deep slumber, Seokjin smiled and caressed her hair tenderly

After a while, he got the blanket from her room which was just a few steps away. He was familiar with her house for touring around the place every once in a week for around two months now. Taking a glance at her sleeping face for once, he walked out, closing the door.

"A chance is all I need"

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"You look too pretty to drink all alone," the man voiced out, a ravishing smile adorning his face as he looked at the girl in the dim disco lights. She turned to him, her black and gold dazzling outfit shining in the reflection of the bar's luminescence.

"You look too lonely to hit on a random girl," the girl retorted and the guy stepped back, gasping at her reply.

"Well! My bad, I assumed I was too hot to be turned down," the guy smirked, ordering a glass of red wine on the counter. The girl smiled, intrigued at his dimpled smile and masculine figure, his skin was impeccably golden and the glasses set him just right. 

"Hot or not, it depends on how you do on the bed or desk, maybe? Looks deceive, you know?" She spoke, tracing her index finger seductively along his jawline, and retreated back to tap her glass.

"How about I show you then? Bed, desk, or just this bar counter? Ain't got this body for nothing, honey," the guy replied with a cocky grin and the girl chuckled, forwarding her hand.

"Viola,"

"Namjoon," Namjoon shook his hand and she threw a small smile.

"Got no friends?" Namjoon asked, maintaining the flow of the conversation and the girl tittered, sipping her wine as her gaze wandered around her glimmering golden bracelet.

"I could ask you the same," she replied calmly and he smiled, shifting to the seat next to her. She smelled coffee, mixed with sweet vanilla and orange blossom, vivacious and intoxicating enough to portray her confident glamour. She was indeed alluring, her skin dark and glowing, her voice soft and sultry, her thick lashes sharp and bolded in mascara, kept adding points to how much of an enchantress she was. 

"Aiming for attractive ones here," Namjoon answered and clunk their glasses before taking a sip of his wine.

"It ain't so smooth but I appreciate your efforts," Viola muttered, smiling to herself. She looked at him, focusing more on the striking features of the dishy man. It was evident that his gorgeous physique made his black suit insanely attractive, presenting the battle of duality, dashingly hot and stunningly cool.

"Staring is rude but you checking me out could be an exception," he teased, and she chuckled, ordering another glass of wine.

"Sure, I'd rather not miss the opportunity," she replied, continuing to devour the man with her dazzling beady eyes and so did he in all silence, amidst the heavy disco jazz filling the air. Before they drown deep into each other's bewitching gazes, a tiny vibration pulled them out to the shore.

"Excuse me," Namjoon muttered, as he glanced at his phone and smiled wide.

"Special someone?" Viola asked, curious at how the man turned all smiley and soft with a lovely dimple smile.

"You could say that I guess," he answered, typing something on the phone.

"I think I need to go now. Nice meeting you, Viola," Namjoon spoke, paying his bill and Viola looked at him with a bewildered stare.

"Is that all? Is there nothing else you would like to say?" Viola questioned, her heart feeling weird on the weirdest encounter with a man. She expected it to lead to something else, something intense but it ended even before it could begin.

"A real smile looks good on you, Viola," he threw a sweet smile and bid her a bye, quickly exiting the bar

"Sexy chunks with cute smiles, a rare kind"

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A/N: Hope you like the first chapter!!