"Aren't the hotel rooms over?" Jungkook looked up at Taehyung, who had just entered his booth, then lowered him to the woman who was kneeling between his legs and shrugged. "I'm not in the mood" he replied, and smiled wickedly as the girl tried her best to make him cum, moving her head up and down while she whistled at him. Jungkook deliberately harassed her, venting his anger at the Miss Assistant on the innocent girl, who just wanted to have fun. "Will we be alone?" Taehyung asked, reaching for one of the empty glasses to pour himself a drink from the bottle in the middle of the table. "Jimin and Hobi will come later" Jungcook replied, relaxing again.
The little Miss Assistant kept coming out of his head, he was trying to distract himself in every way he could think of, and he was terrorizing his body or someone else all day today. But the damn doll refused to disappear from his mind. And he wouldn't see her until Monday morning, and that was the worst. He kept imagining how he would make her pay when she fell into his hands, but each of the bills ended up in his bed and she shouted his name.
"Yeah, did you see the hot piece outside?" Hobi stuck his head through the drawn curtains, looked at the girl in surprise, and then disappeared back. Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other with raised eyebrows. "Get out!" Jungkook pushed the girl away and she hurried to disappear. He zipped up, and they followed Hobi.
Jimin and Hoseok stood on the steps to the booth, their hands on their chests, watching the dance floor. Jungkook followed their gaze, anger welling up in his chest again.
The little Miss Assistant, dressed in a little black dress and boots above the knee, was having a lot of fun with another girl. He gritted his teeth and took a step, but stopped and narrowed his eyes as a man, probably a little older than him, approached them, picked up the other girl, and spun her in the air. Then he released her and leaned over the Miss Assistant, who looked up at him with a smile and he kissed her! Not only did he allow himself to kiss her, but she didn't back away, even wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
Jungkook clenched his jaw and took another step, but Taehyung stopped him. "What are you up to, Jungkook?" he asked, and Jungkook pushed him away angrily, turning to the three who had caused his outburst. "Stay calm, kid!" he stared at Seokjin.
"Haven't you decided you don't want to live?" Jungkook asked coldly, raising an eyebrow at each of them. His anger intensified when he read in their eyes that he was behaving uncharacteristically.He looked again at the woman who was making him lose control and returned to the booth, followed by the four of them.
He sat down without bothering to use a glass, picked up the bottle, and took a few large sips. "That bitch Miss Assistant is to blame!" he thought, raising the bottle again. The little bitch had rejected him to throw herself into this bastard's arms!
By itself, Jeon Jungkook had a serious problem accepting the losses. It was something that not only threw him off balance, but awakened a monster who would do anything to regain his victory, and did so patiently, methodically and judiciously. And the little Miss Assistant had just woken this monster, who would play mercilessly with her until she got what she wanted.

Rina hated Mondays, she didn't really know anyone who loved them. And this Monday was even worse. The more she tried to avoid her boss, the more he sought her out, burdening her with all sorts of pointless tasks.
At least he did so without trying to touch or kiss her, which was reassuring. Her body was still trembling at the memory of what had happened on Friday after work, and she couldn't stop thinking about it.
She looked at her watch, her workday was over almost two hours ago, and she hadn't finished all the tasks for the day. "He's obviously trying to kill me" she murmured, taking the two large boxes of documents and heading to the archives to put them back. Opening the door, she looked at the high shelves and rolled her eyes, leaving the boxes on the ground to pull the metal ladder. It was easy to return the first box, but the second was far from easy. She tried to reach even further, lifting the box over her head and keeping her balance at the same time.
Jungkook closed the office door and looked at Miss Assistant's desk, who had apparently already left. He had ignored her all day, while she secretly, or at least she thought it was secret, watched him suspiciously.
His body tensed and he bristled. Strange noises came from the bottom of the floor, and he pulled out his pistol, which until now rested quietly in a holster at the sides of his waist.
He approached silently, checking every corner or door until he reached the archives. The door was open and the lights on, he approached and, hoping the door was silent, opened it slightly.
Jungkook smirked.The little Miss Assistant had climbed the highest step of a metal ladder, struggling with a large cardboard box that stubbornly refused to return to its place. He put the weapon away, making sure the fuse was down and leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms across his chest as the height gave him an extraordinary view from under her short skirt.
With a sigh, she managed to secure the non-peaceful box and closed her eyes. "I swear, this man wants to kill me!" she murmured, and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "If I wanted to, you'd be dead by now, Miss Assistant!" he said coldly and she jumped in shock. Shocked, she turned frightened, startled by his voice, her shoes slipped on the metal and she flew down with a terrible scream. Jungkook took two steps and she landed on top of him, knocking him over on his back. Her hair spilled over his face, locking their eyes in a frame.
"I ..." she bit her lip and the air stuck in her chest. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, and his hand intertwined with her silk locks, brushing her hair from his face. Rina was panting, melting into those cold dark eyes that made her body burn every time she made the mistake of looking at them.
Jungkook triumphantly noted her rapid breathing as his hand seemed to accidentally speed up her cheek. Redness covered the touched skin and she took a sharp breath, holding it. His other hand slid over her bare thigh and lifted the edge of her short skirt, almost covering the cheek of her ass. The hand in her hair wrapped around her neck and she bent unconsciously, tilting her head slightly as their noses almost touched. His breath of coffee and tobacco caressed her lips and she closed her eyes, licking them lightly.
"Rina?" they both looked up sharply at the door. Jungkook was furious when the man who had kissed her at the club that night stared at them coldly. Rina tried to stand up, but Jungkook held her back. "Who are you?" he asked sharply, and the man narrowed his eyes. "Would you take your hands off my fiancée?" asked the man enviously and Jungcook looked at the blushing Miss Assistant, who was struggling desperately to stand up. Engaged? Jungkook gritted his teeth and released her. She stood up and straightened her skirt, taking her fiancé's outstretched hand. Jungkook stood up as easily as a panther and met her fiancé's gaze again.
"Boram, this is Mr, Jeon Jungkook, my boss." the man nodded, wrapped his arm around her waist, and dragged her out of the archives. Jungkook clenched his fists, breathing hard. "Enjoy her, fiancé, because she will be mine soon!" he growled and slammed the door shut behind him.