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"Goodmorning Mr. Kim!"
"Morning Mr. Jeon!"
"You can call me Jungkook, sir."
"Well, as you say. Did Mr. Park come yet?"
"I'm sorry sir but he hasn't arrived yet."
"Ofcourse." Taehyung smiles professionally at Jungkook and heads to his cabin.
A good while later, Jimin arrives looking like a mess.
"Goodmorning Mr-" Jimin tries hard to remember but his brain skips the part when this beautiful species spoke last evening.
"It's Jungkook for you sir." He smiles cutely.
He's an adorable bunny. So cute.
Jimin mentally facepalms himself for the lack of restraint.
"Sir? Sir!?"
Ah shit here we go again.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Yeah, Goodmorning to you Jungkook."
Jimin says quickly, all flustered from his zoning out in front of the youngest. And it was the second time!
"Umm, Mr. Kim was asking for you."
"Oh he loves to do that you know. He will ask you every single day. Just don't get panicked because I'm always late without a fail."
Jimin smirks at his lack of punctuality as if it were some great quality to have.
Jungkook couldn't help but giggle at the antics of his boss.
Jimin finds the sound so alluring. After staring at the laughing figure for a while, he finally thinks it's been enough creepiness for a day and heads into his partner's cabin.
"Morning morning to my beloved of the seven lives."
Taehyung rolls his eyes at the comment.
"And my morning has officially begun."
"Aaish. Don't deny the fact that you like it." Jimin sits across his desk, elbows propped on it, and chin sitting inside his palm, looking as adorable as ever.
If only he wasn't looking like a total mess with his dressing!
"What the hell happened to your tie and hair? Jeez, what were you even doing? Did you make out with someone on your way to the office?" Taehyung asks distastefully.
"How did you know?" He gasps, trying to sound as genuine as it can get.
Taehyung narrows his eyes at him, asking for further explanation.
"That cute male specimen, you've kept on display outside, was the one to have caused me this appearance." Jimin clicks his tongue proudly.
"Tch. You are impossible. Why can't your lies be a little less obscene?" He says, going back to his files, used to the older's behaviour.
"Why do you think I would lie about something like that?"
Taehyung looks up from the file to Jimin, raising an eyebrow challenging him if he was wrong.
"Yeah okay fine. I didn't do anything. I was running late and didn't get time to dress tidy." Jimin pouts, after his attempt at getting Taehyung annoyed failed miserably.
Taehyung scoffs haughtily.
"Make yourself presentable. We need to attend a meeting with the designing heads for our next digital campaign."
Jimin simply sits there, the sad pout still adoring his full lips.
"Jimin?"
"I won't."
"Oh God. Stop being a child."
Jimin's pout intensifies as he sulks more into his chair.
"Okay fine. Whatever!"
Taehyung gets up from his chair and moves across the desk to reach him. Pulling another chair beside him, he turns Jimin to face him, and pushes his chin up with his long and slender index finger slightly, so that he can reach his tie and get it straight.
Jimin blinks once, twice, thrice.
The silky and lucious, dark black mane of hair falling carelessly on the forehead. The creased lines on it due to the concentrated expression. Dark brown orbs staring right below his face. A sculpted nose. Thin but not so thin baby pink lip-
What the fuck are you looking at Park pabo Jiminie. For God's sake he's your best friend.
But he's beautiful. No doubt!
Jimin closes his slightly parted lips and averts his gaze as Taehyung stands up and combs his fingers through Jimin's hair.
After being done, he looks at the older and a smile forms at his lips, looking pleased at his work.
"You look like a human now."
Jimin returns the smile with equal genuineness, ignoring how his heart is suddenly overworking.
"I'll go get prepared for the meeting."
He takes the leave and goes to his cabin. Burying his head in his hands, he plops on the office chair, feeling all hot for some reason. And it's winter to cry out loud.
He looks across to Taehyung's office from the glassed walls. The latter is immersed in the file, a pen resting on his lips, unbothered and oblivious to a certain disturbance his 'significant other' was going through.
"The fuck is wrong with me suddenly. Wasn't I drooling over Jungkook just a while ago? Oh boy, TaeTae was totally right. I really have become a shameless flirt. Hobi water please!"
He mumbles to himself while shuffling through the files and documents scattered on his desk.