Ch 24 | Jeon Jungkook

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Ch 24 | Jeon Jungkook

Gotta have you, I'm moving closer...
I won't take no for an answer...
                                                  —Unknown

Mirae |

"It's president not Jungkook" The president who's 'Jungkook' said it very much as a warning to the bold man in front of us.

I'm hyperventilating my self, no I'm shocked I can't believe this. Of course who the hell in this city would have a green-eyed CEO; only Jeon Jungkook; all-natural and the one and only; a ticking bomb. Should've known who it was.

"She's my new PA" Jungkook responded to the old man's previous question checking his wristwatch. The old man didn't take Jungkook's attitude into account instead he eyed me up and down sitting down with the girl next to him. Finally, he sat down, I was thinking we would be standing for hours.

"You never had a PA, is she the next flavor, well the choice-"

"Mr. Xin you've called me to meet you for your so-called Important business I don't recall wasting my time to talk about my personal assistant. Please have some shame and take your next words seriously the partnership with your company hasn't been made for no reason" Jungkook retorted with a rigid, stoic cold voice.

Even imagining to be towards me it sends shivers down my spine, he needs to cool down otherwise who knows how many people will die alive.

Jungkook's angry eyes pierced through his skull if you're an animator you could imagine it, the girl 'Yang' puckered her lips —must be the doing of fillers, she literally puckered them like a duck. No offense.

"I apologize Sir" Sir? Did the old man just call Jungkook sir? Wait, I'm no one to talk I called him sir first hand too. My lord, how embarrassing who would call someone they've babysit, Sir? Pabo, pabo, pabo I'm a big fat pabo an idiot! Now I really have to call him Sir.

...that will sound awkward as hell. 

Let's just pretend I don't know he's Jungkook. Yes pretend he will never find out, how hard can it be?  

"Oh, alright so how is business going?" He asked Jungkook. Seriously why did I need my pen and notepad of we're having a casual lunch with an old man and his daughter as he introduced her previously.

"Good" Jungkook replied sipping on a glass of wine.

"Actually, I've called you in for a personal proposal" he started off.

"Then get to the point" Jungkook harshly pointed out. At least he knows that's my mood.

"My daughter Yang and you have known each other for nearly 10 years, your parents and my family get along, we have money and everything —our companies can do so much better together"

"Where are you getting this Mr. Xin?" Jungkook asked. His piercing green eyes made holes through the old man. He seems to get the idea whatever Mr. Xin is going to say next.

Mr. Xin cleared his throat looking comfortable as ever, he seems relaxed "Jungkook-ah take my daughter's hand in marriage?" Silence enveloped the table.

The cluttering stopped, Yang smiled at Jungkook a look of lust was present on her expression by the way she's looking at Jungkook.

 My stomach churned up for the 60th time, all this is making me sick. How I want to punch the girl's face.

"Pitiful old man"

Jungkook mumbled something barely inaudible.

"Is that a yes?" The man suddenly raised his voice happily. The girl started to giggle until-

"No, that's so fucking stupid and so fucking fucked up" He started off laughing darkly "Mr. Xin your plastic daughter has a long-ass way till she meets my standard type of woman. But what can I say she can never meet those expectations she's already plastic —you can't go back natural"

Yang's expression was priceless, her face went crimson as she looked down ashamed she couldn't take the sudden turn of heads in our direction.

"But your parents and I, we've bee-"

"Are you fucked up somewhere in the head? Did I not say an N-O" he gritted his teeth standing up. "Get up we're going," he said glancing at me.

"Jungkook you can't do that-"

"Oh yes I can do much as breaking the stupid partnership with your small ass company, if you don't shut up I swear to god I'll go as far as taking over your company" he threatened. It must be an empty threat.

"You can't do that by law-"

"Try me" he challenged smirking, by the look on Mr. Xin he gave up. "And it's president, not Jungkook pathetic old man!"

It wrapped up to that, clearly, I feel more nervous with him after all that marriage drama -now even knowing he's 'Jungkook'. We rode back quietly, the musky manly scent was somehow quite familiarly refreshing during the car ride. While we have sat there for as long as traffic decided to butt in my fingers itched to put some music on.

So I did the stupidest thing as soon as the red light hit green, my hands went to the radio and immediately a piece of ost music popped up from a very known K-drama and very known growl.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!"

My eyes popped open the words that were supposed to leave my mouth dried up somewhere in the corner "ah, music?" I said like an idiot laughing it off like a concrete idiot.

"Fuck the music! Turn it off!" He really seemed to be angry from the previous occurrence but he didn't have to be rude. I crossed my arms glaring at him. Oh, Jungkook you have become really an actual asshole throughout all these years.

"No"

"Excuse me it's my car your at, I'm your boss I can fire you any moment"

"No one's stopping you, go on then" I challenge, really though my core is shaking nervous. What the hell am I doing?

'Clearly ruining your future missy' thank god my inner self filled in the nightmare.

A chuckle left from Jungkook. He made a very sharp turn and I clearly cannot recognize the streets as he's driving 45 miles per hour. This guy is trying to get me killed the sign clearly stated 30mph, not 45!

"How much have you changed?"

"Excuse me?" I look at him with confusion.

"Do you take me as an actual fucking idiot? I'm not fucked up honey I know you know who I am" why is he so confusing?

"Y-yeah... Of course, I know who you are, you're the President-"

"Mirae, say it" he turned at me "Cotton candy stop acting like an idiot what did Mr. Xin call me? My name?" The ost changed to a classical piano piece. His voice is not playful anymore from a few moments ago he sounds like a cold bastard.

"Jeon Jungkook, alright Jungkook is your name!" I yelled, this man where is he getting this.

Suddenly he stopped the car out of nowhere, the streets were empty not a single house or shop was around. It was vacant.

"Get out!" He shouted he looked at me like he wanted to kill me any seconds from now. What did I do now?

"What! It's nearly dark I can't get-"

"Shut the fuck up and get out!" He's voice outruns my anger and instead replaced with fear. This man in front of me frightens me to my insides, they fucking heat up and stir like they are about to make me explode. He is a mystery and confusion. What's wrong with him!

Not 3 days into work he's already showing me how he is.

The cold air slapped my bare knees, oh how stupid of me wearing a short skirt above my knees. I clutch into my purse and the sound of the car door slamming from the other side waked me up.

"You wanna know now!" Jungkook came from the other side pushing me hard against his car. His skin was super pale his green eyes darkened more and more as he looked at me.

His hands glided down from behind trapping me between him, no effort was made by me to push him away with. The cold wind did a good job turning my breathing into a gash of fog every time I breath out.

"J-Jungkook" I stammered trying to pry him off.

"Shall I fill you in, shall I fill you in everything tonight... But what's the fun in that? Huh? Do you wanna know Noona how much I hate you" he started off, his finger stroking my cheek "do you want to know how much I loathed you, why the fuck —are you playing with the wrong cards! Why the fuck does it have to be where I go!" What's he saying?

"Jungkook look I don't understand-"

"That's the fucking thing! You don't understand! What will you ever understand you can't because your pathetic excuse of a woman, what was the promise you made to me 15 years ago! Oh yeah is your excuse going to be that we were merely kids! Why can't you take anything seriously!" By now my hands made into his cheek wiping the cold unshed tears away.

I looked into his eyes, why am I feeling responsible and different.

"Why do you not understand Mirae, I always end up alone anyway. I can take any route from here but always end up alone. For the first time in years, I thought I could at least try to show my life to someone... Someone like you" he started leaning in closer.

His nose brushed my nose, closing my eyes I tried to enjoy the misery until something planted on my lips. I didn't realize until I was kissing him back. I was kissing Jungkook, his arms caged me around perfectly as he groaned not leaving my mouth into an angry, passionate kiss.

What's this cold feeling? Why is it empty?

"Mirae" Jungkook breathed out, kissing me back this time into a lip bruising make out session. He seemed to be extremely dominant, both his arms made an iron shield around me, my hands played around with his hair.

This feels empty. What's going on. What's this honk?

Everything is stirring crazy.

"What the- fuck?" My head started pounding.

"Wake up!" My eyes suddenly opened up, I sat up looking around the car when my eyes stopped at Jungkook glaring at me.

My eyes went around meeting a golden dark evening. How long was he driving for?

"Get out!" Oh my god, deja vu. Wait no I was dreaming will the dream come true, oh no I was kissing Jungkook? Ew.

I was dreaming of a sinful dream the whole ride? what the actual hell is wrong with me. Do I need a boyfriend in my life that bad that I'm going to dream about —that's just gross.

I got out but instead of being a vacant street it was in front of a restaurant.

"We're going there to eat," Jungkook said coming beside me. My face went red —my face knows what sinful dream I was dreaming. It was so empty and full of cold and heat.

Luckily I was dreaming, at least he doesn't know I was dreaming about him kissing me... I don't talk when asleep. I hope not?

I nod my head at him, walking to the restaurant not before he whispered the most demonic thing ever.

"You seemed to have a nice dream, the drool near your mouth speaks it all cotton candy?" The smirk was present on him. Omo! I don't feel good anymore I need to vomit.

Then he turned at me as a devilish smirk replaced his evil grin.

"Oh and your punishment increased by as long as I decide you to be my PA"

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