Monday, October 07, 2019.

7 am.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Dad," I look up at him while following his footsteps to his office. "Yep?" he walks up the stairs with me, saying hello to his colleagues that pass by. "Are you sure I can do this? Aren't you going to be in trouble since I'm your daughter?"

"No, don't worry. I'm the boss here so that's fine," he reassures me about this, so I head towards his office without fearing anything. The only thing I'm worried about is that he told me that since the secretary isn't here, and that I have to stand in for her, I might have to work for the man I already saw a lot of times and who causes weird feelings to my body without even touching it. I have to do the secretary's work and my dad will pay me in return, that's why I'm here but I'm still a bit nervous.

As soon as he sits down on his desk chair, he puts his papers next to his laptop and drops his leather bag on the floor while I'm standing before his desk. "What do I have to do?" I take my leather jacket off and get to the sofa to drop it there.

"Here," he already hands me a file, "Go to the office just next door, this is Jungkook's one, so tell him this is the work he did, and that I just corrected the little mistakes, all right?" he first starts with the worst person but I still listen and take the file. "All right," I gather up all my courage and get out of the room. I step to the one that is just on my left, and I knock on the door.

"Come in!" he shouts from the other side, so I bite onto my inner lip and walk inside. As soon as my eyes land on him sitting at his desk, my heart leaps, but he smiles at me and gets this to be even harder for me. "Hey, y/n. What are you doing here?" he takes his attention away from his work to focus on me, running his fingers through his long wavy hair with the help of his tattooed hand.

"I...I'm here to stand in for Miss Park..." I smile with a lot of nervousness but head up to him, "And my dad is going to give me money for doing this...so...I'm doing it..." I step towards him with my wobbling legs but get weak once his smile widens. "Ah, all right, I understand."

"Here...that's the work you did and that my dad corrected..." I hand him the file, and he takes it with his veiny hand covered in some tattoos. "Thank you," he lays it on his desk but puts his big eyes back on me. "You look taller with those heels," he chuckles but looks me up and down, noticing that the black leather pants and top I'm wearing are completely different from the clothes I wore when I was at my house, and that he visited us.

"Yeah...I like wearing them..." my mind makes me struggle as it took this as a compliment, when it's nothing like it. "That fits you a lot, but be careful. You could sprain your ankles with that," he shows some care as always, his age probably making him consider me as a simple daughter since I'm nineteen, and that I'm pretty sure he's in his thirties. "Yeah..."

"Anyway, how are you doing?" he gazes up at me and leans back on his desk chair, placing his elbows on the arms of it to hold his tough hands together. "I'm doing good...what about you?"

"Same, I just have a lot of work to do," he licks his lips but fixes his luxury watch around his wrist. "What about the cooperative training you're looking for though? Have you finally found it?"

Does he remember this? I thought he didn't really care about what I was telling him the other day. "Oh...yeah but...I keep on hesitating...I have till October thirty-first to think about it, but I'm just scared to get into something and maybe regret it..."

"Hm, I know. I was like that when I was your age, but once I started to work in an office, I knew it was what I wanted to do because I like all the paperwork and all," he combs his fluffy hair back but straightens his back, "So try something and if you ever dislike it, you're young, so you can stop and try something else. You're going to have to work for the rest of your life anyway, so don't feel like it's already over," he uses wise words to reassure me and brings a smile to my face. "Thank you for the advices..."

"No problem," his charming smile triggers weird sensations in my chest, I wrap my fingers around my arm to cover the front of my body but decide to go. "Hope you'll have a good day," I bow to him, but he does the same with his head. "Have a good day as well and thank your dad for the work," his last words fill my ears, so I get out of the room.

He has this aura that is so powerful and intimidating, I can't remain calm in front of him.

I brush my hot cheek, glancing down to the ground while going back to my dad's office. I walk in without knocking on the door and closes it behind me. "Dad," I walk up to his desk as I can see he's working a lot, and I sit down. "How old is your employee Jungkook?"

"Wait, sweetie," he types on his keyboard and checks the sheet of paper laid next to the laptop. I keep quiet to not disturb him, and he takes his glasses off to look at me. "What's wrong?"

"I just asked you, how old is your employee Jungkook?" I cross my legs but toy with my fingers. "He's around thirty-two, I think. Why are you asking that?" he frowns, wondering why I'm having this on my mind. "Just like that...he seemed young compared to your other employees..."

"Hm, well, some are older but I also have young employees in their twenties," he explains to me when I kind of hid the real reason for that question. I just wanted to know how much older than me he is, but I'll never get a chance with him. "Did he tell you something?" he puts his glasses back on but sets his eyes on the screen. "No...just...he thanks you for the work."

"Good," he acquiesces but now works. "Can you take this agenda and check the meetings there are today please?" he gives it to me, so I take it and do as told.

•••

12 pm.

"Lunchtime guys! Stop working and take a break," my father shouts through the hallways while heading to the stairs with me behind him. He walks down them, so I do the same while hearing some doors opening. I hope Jungkook is going to stay with my dad to eat so I'll be able to see him. "What do you want to eat sweetie?" he reaches the lower floor with me and slows down to stay by my side. "I don't know, I just want something to drink right now," I shrug but get into the cafeteria with him to head to the fridges. I check what's inside while my dad is going to the food display. I take a bottle of milk and then check where he is, but since he's putting some food on a tray, I head to an empty table and sit down.

I open my bottle and drink, checking the doors' frame. As soon as I see Jungkook walking in, my heart jumps out of my chest, I put my drink down and close it to just look at him. His black silk dress shirt tucked into his tight trousers while he's walking with his long legs. I can't believe that he's so thick that the muscles of his thighs are pressing hard onto the black fabric. I watch him talk with my father, taking some food for lunch.

In a few short seconds that I spent looking at Jungkook, they both come to my table for my father to sit down next to me, and Jungkook to get before us. He goes down on the chair but takes a hair tie out of his pocket. He uses it to make a bun in his hair but reveals more of his sharp features. "Have you got the time to check what I gave you this morning?" my dad asks him but already digs in his food. "Yes, thank you for correcting all the mistakes. I read it several times to make sure I wouldn't leave any of them, but I think I was a bit too tired while doing it..." he grabs his spoon and starts to eat as well. "That's fine, you did a really good job, and there were only a few mistakes. Nothing bad."

He smiles with relief but fills his mouth with some rice, before raising his big eyes up to me and making me glance away. "You're not eating?" he asks, but I shake my head. "No...I'm fine with my milk..."

"You should eat," he doesn't leave it but keeps on focusing on me. "That's not good to skip meals, especially at your age."

"She won't eat if she doesn't want to. She's stubborn, trust me," my father takes the upper hand to stop him but apparently, he's more stubborn than I am. "Well..." he moves his bowl of rice towards me with the spoon he put in his mouth, "Eat, if you don't want to listen to your father. Listen to me," he smiles, but I grip my bottle with my hands and look at him with a hard pulse. "Why would I...?"

"Ya. Listen to him and eat something," my father answers in a rude manner. Just because I'm not feeling hungry...Jeez.

Anyway, since it's Jungkook, I take the spoon and feed myself. I'm maybe a weirdo, but knowing this thing was in his mouth between his luscious and rosy lips, this gets me to eat without complaining.

I feed myself while they're both talking about their new project together, Jungkook being his favorite employee since he's a hard and serious worker, he spends a lot of time working with him. In some short minutes, I finish my food and put the spoon down.

"Wow," my father lays his eyes on me at the sound of the metallic item touching the table and raises his eyebrows. "I'm gonna call Jungkook every day to make you eat."

I wouldn't mind at all. "I just ate to not be annoyed..." I use an excuse but fall into Jungkook's eyes, the crinkles in the corners of them making him look soft as his lips are turned up to form a smile. I break the eye contact that always disturbs me and just grab hold of my bottle of milk, to drink more.

My abrupt moves full of nervousness makes some of the drink leaks down onto my chest, getting me to choke but hurry to put the bottle back on the table. "Oh—" Jungkook grabs some tissues but stands up to give them to me. "Take this." 

I grab them but feel my face burning in embarrassment, with my shaky hand, I wipe all the liquid off my skin but hate myself for wetting my cloth. "Go grab some more tissues, Jungkook," my father speaks to him, and this one walks away to do as told. "Can't you drink properly, you dummy?" he instantly scolds me once the tall man is away, but I glare at him. "Do you think I did it on purpose?"

"Tch..." he looks daggers at me but I do it too and now hear Jungkook coming back. "Here you are," he lays all the pieces of paper in front of me, so I take them to clean a part of my face and inside my cloth. "Thank you..."

"Anyway...uhm..." he stands on his spot but takes hold of his tray. "I have a lot of work to do so...have a good meal," he bows to us but leaves without even finishing his food. "Ya...he usually takes the whole break..." my father looks at him leaving us with confusion. "I'm pretty sure it's your fault," he punches my arm and almost throws me to the right. "You made him uncomfortable!"

What? He's a grown man, how could I make him uncomfortable with such a simple thing?

•••

4 pm.

"Y/n," my dad lifts a pile of papers up when I was already filling a document for him. "Hand this to Jungkook, please," he pronounces his name again when I wanted to avoid him after the incident that happened. "Again?"

His piercing eyes land on me, and his look tells me right away to listen. "Alright..." I sigh but put my stuff down to stand up from the comfortable sofa and walk up to him, grab the heavy pile of papers, and hold it with two arms. "And ask him if he would like to go out for a drink after work."

"Okay...I will..." I get out of here and step towards the intimidating man's office to knock on his door.

As soon as he lets me in, I open and go inside. "I'm sorry for disturbing again...my dad told me to hand this to you..." I close the door behind me but head up to him. "Oh, it's fine. Don't worry," he smiles and rolls his chair back to make me get next to him and put the papers on the little space left for it.

I get it down on the desk in a careful manner but feel the top of this heavy pile slide away from me. So quickly, I try to catch it to not see it end on the floor, but Jungkook rises in an abrupt manner and does it for me to make sure it doesn't fall, getting his toned torso to touch my entire arm while his arm just went between mine and my waist to keep everything still. I hate myself. I've never been so clumsy in my life.

"Don't scare me like that again!" he chuckles while I'm a bit frozen on my spot, but he puts everything back properly, easily. I straighten up and look at him. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay," his smile doesn't fade away, but he places all of the stuff on his three layers paper tray to make sure it stays in order. "Your dad would have killed me if this was all mixed up," he tidies his desk up but stays on his feet. "I think I won't work as a secretary...I will probably get scolded all the time."

"No, don't say that," his big eyes meet mine from the closest it never did before. "It was just a little accident, and I caught it before it could fall so that's all rig—" his attention lands down on me but he frowns. I check what seems to be wrong but his hot hand suddenly grabs my cold one to raise it up. "You're bleeding a little...did you cut yourself?"

I look at my finger but see a tiny wound out of which a good amount of blood is leaking. "Oh...I didn't even feel it, but I'm alright," I gulp down but don't move away, so he keeps my hand in his tough one and makes my heart go crazy. "Wait here," he passes right behind me and walks up to an item of furniture placed right next to the leather sofa. He opens a drawer and takes something out to then come back with it and put it down on the desk. As we are both remaining silent, he grabs a tissue to wipe the blood off of my finger then leans over, applies some hand sanitizer in his palm, and uses it around my finger.

He rubs it back and forth in a gentle manner, but I don't flinch at the stinging feeling. I let him clean it while scrutinizing his features. His thin but glossy lips, his big eyes, and their unique shape, but also the little mole under his bottom lip. This is like a mix of cuteness and sexiness upon his face, which is not something I'm used to seeing in real life other than in the dramas I watch.

"There you go," his teeth appear so I glance away and check my finger. He put a band-aid around it. "Thank you..." I smile at him but feel my cheeks burning because of the closeness. "No problem," he takes hold of the used items and throws it out before sitting down.

I step aside now that my task is done and stroll to the door. However, something is still bothering me and I need to mention it. "Uhm...By the way..." I rub my neck but turn around to face him again, getting him to stare at me. "I...I'm sorry for earlier if I made you uncomfortable for whatever reason..." I dare to bring that up again since my father said it was my fault if he left.

"Hm? Why would you have made me uncomfortable?" he expresses some confusion I didn't expect to receive from him, worsening my state of nervousness. "I don't know...my father told me I must have made you uncomfortable so...I wanted to apologize..."

"Oh...no need to," he smiles but licks his lips, showing some odd unease. "You didn't make me uncomfortable..."

"All right but...my father told me to ask you if you would like to go out for a drink after work?" I inform him about it, not forgetting what my father said. "Oh, yeah sure," the discomfort disappears, to my greatest relief, and he nods. "I'd like to."

"Alright, he will come and see you at the end of the day," I say, before going out. I go back to my dad to never end the back and forth travel of this day. "He said yes," I tell him and head to the sofa. "Good but wait," he stops me already. I remain on my spot and heave a silent sigh. "Get this to Jaehyuk."

I turn around and do my job.

•••

5 pm.

"Do you want to go back home before going for the drink?" my father walks up to his car with Jungkook by his side, and me right behind. "We can go right away, I'll just leave my bag in my car."

"Great, I own you a drink since you bought me the best bottle of whiskey ever the other day," he talks about it with a smile but presses down on the button of his car key to unlock the doors. "I just bought it because I wanted to," he replies with his sweet voice and turns around to put his eyes on me, one hand still in his pocket.

"All right, I'm going to drive her back home and—"

"No," I cut my dad off. "I want to come with you," I try to grab this opportunity to see Jungkook again. "It's just to drink so no, you're too young."

"I'm nineteen, I'll take an orange juice or that type of thing..." I don't give up since this might not happen again. He doesn't keep his annoyance to himself but makes it obvious. "You never like to go out, why do you suddenly want to? And your mom is all alone at our house."

"I want to do it today..." I shrug while Jungkook is watching us and smiling. "Please...I won't bother you...and I worked for you today, so let me have this..." I act a bit desperate and see in his eyes he cannot tell me no. "All right goddammit..." he rolls his eyes but opens the driver's door. "Jungkook, just follow us."

"All right," he chuckles, softly, as his eyes went on me, but I get in my dad's car.