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White Dress ☕︎~ Part One

Description: Being a waitress in a small town was a comfortable and familiar routine. However, when police officer Kim Taehyung, AKA the most annoying man in town asks you for help with a murder case, you realize your life is about to become much less mundane.

Pairing(s):Police Officer!Taehyung x Waitress!Fem!Reader

Genre(s):Small town, Murder Mystery, Brother's Best Friend

Warning(s): Underage Drinking (everyone is above 18),Swearing, Attempted SA, Murder, Slight Age Gap (she’s 19 and he’s 23), Eventual Smut in part 2, Slow-Burn, Drug Usage

WC: 11.2k

(Divider from @kodaswrld )

Author's Note: Hi guys, here is another part of the Lana BTS stories! This one is long so I decided to split it into two parts. The wait shouldn't be that long since I'm already writing the second part. Who do you think the murderer is? Let me know your guesses!

Song-White Dress-Lana Del Rey

You were tired of serving cherry pies.

It was what your diner was known for across the small town, and almost everyone who visited ordered the pie. You were sick of the sticky juice that got on your fingers whenever you set it down on someone’s table. It was annoying. 

Luckily, it was the morning, and a random Tuesday in the middle of October. The only people who were there were regulars. Beverly and Tommy were sharing a latte in the corner booth, and Mr. Garbs was slowly working on a blueberry pastry at his usual table by the jukebox. You liked slow mornings, you always had. The smell of coffee in the air and the promises of a new day.

You were mindlessly wiping down the bar, a new batch of coffee brewing behind you. You had memorized Min’s Diner’s layout more than the lines on your own hand. You had been coming in since sophomore year in high school, when you were initially hired. 

A worn door lay in the front, with a little bell that rang whenever someone entered the restaurant. The floors and walls were all wooden, along with the little bar which had a marble countertop. Large windows framed the back, with Christmas lights that were never taken down. Blue booths sat next to them, usually with a few sauces and a menu sat on top of them. The rest of the small space was filled with mismatched tables and chairs on top of a shaggy rug that was old but not dirty. 

You always loved the vibe of the diner. It felt homey, with fairy lights strung up everywhere and the overall 50’s aesthetic the owner, Mr. Min had decided. Old signs from the era were hung everywhere, along with old soda bottles and other various collectables. You even had a requirement for your uniform to fit the concept of an old 50’s waitress outfit, all blue with a little white apron, a hair bow and bowler shoes. 

You didn’t mind it, though. The diner was your safe spot. You were close to best friends with most of the regulars, and you appreciated how tight knit the staff was. It was only you, the chef, the bus boy and the owner, but they felt like family. Even during busy nights, which were often due to the diner’s popularity, you indulged in the chaos it provided. Mr. Min sometimes joked you were meant to be a waitress. Sometimes you believed him. 

The doorbell rang, and your head immediately popped up, forcing you out of your thoughts.

“Hi, welcome to Min’s- oh,” Your voice trailed off when you realized who it was. A face you wished you weren’t familiar with.

Kim Taehyung was the most arrogant man in your town. He was friends with your older brother, and he was at your house often. He also picked on you constantly. You figured that after he went to the big police academy in the big city, he would forget about you. You hated how wrong you were.

He constantly came into the diner, usually in the mornings or for lunch, just to bother you. Of course, he had become the town sheriff. Typically he was accompanied by Namjoon, the older and much more experienced officer, who was much nicer than Taehyung. You at least appreciated his presence. 

“Good morning, ___, I’ll take the usual,” Namjoon said with a smile, slipping onto one of the bar chairs. Taehyung sat beside him, both of them clad in similar blue police uniforms, the only difference being the gold star that Namjoon bore being the chief. 

“Of course!” You said, ignoring Taehyung on purpose as you spun around and poured the coffee you had brewed into a mug. 

“Uh, hello? Me too!” Taehyung practically whined, and you rolled your eyes as you called to the chef Namjoon’s order, who grunted in response. You spun back around, sliding the mug to Namjoon. 

“I choose to ignore you,” You gave Taehyung a fake smile, and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“This is terrible customer service. I should report you to HR,” He teased, faking offense. You rolled your eyes again, reaching for the bakery display with a pair of tongs.

“Even if we had an HR, they wouldn’t give a shit,” You quipped in response, pulling out one of the donuts Yoongi had made earlier. You made sure it was one with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. If you didn’t, Taehyung would throw a fit. You put it on a plate and gave it to him. 

He gave you a bright smile, one you knew was phony.

“Aw, you’re so sweet!” He teased, taking a bite out of the donut, forming a pink mustache on his lips. You had to bite your lip from laughing at him, although you don’t know why you even put the effort in. 

“I need to talk to you about something,” You heard Namjoon tell Taehyung after you had turned around to clean the coffee filter. Being as nosy as you are, you perked your ears to listen. 

“What’s up, jefé?” Taehyung said, letting the words drag. Namjoon rolled his eyes. You had heard him lecture Taehyung to not call him that in the past, but at some point when the horse keeps kicking you and it wont stop you just have to give up and accept the bruise.

“There’s been a series of murders in the city, and the academy needs all the help they can get. I leave on Friday. I won’t be back for a while. So, you’ll be running this town. You think you’re up for it?” 

Your eyes widened in surprise. You didn’t know how you felt with Taehyung being the sole protector of the town. Sure, you had a population of 5,000 people, max, but you didn’t trust Taehyung to keep everyone safe. He couldn’t even eat a donut properly. You emptied the coffee filter in the garbage, peeking at Taehyung’s face. He looked absolutely giddy. You don’t know why you almost smiled.

“Of course, boss. This is what I’ve been trained for. You don’t have to worry about a thing while you’re gone,” He offered cheerfully. Namjoon slapped his back boyishly, and they shared a laugh. Then, Namjoon carefully pulled the star off of his uniform and pinned it to Taehyung’s. Taehyung gazed at it as though it were a necklace of diamonds. 

“Make me proud, son,” Namjoon placed a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, like a father with his son. Taaehyung nodded excitedly. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Namjoon, you’re, like, only four years older than him. And you’re both acting like he’s retiring,” You nodded, and Taehyung’s eyes narrowed on you.

“It’s boring working in an action-less town like this. Let us be dramatic,” Taehyung said.

You scoffed again as you turned around in response to hearing the dinner bell ring. There was a little window between the kitchen and the dining room, where Namjoon’s breakfast was waiting. You typically never saw Yoongi, he was stealthy and almost feline, but his food was always perfect. You took the plate of scrambled eggs, rye toast and sausage and handed it to Namjoon. He began scarfing it down, and when you told him to slow down with a concerned tone, he shook his head.

“I have a lot of stuff to do before I leave. Need to get going as soon as possible,” He said through a mouth of eggs. You allowed yourself to laugh at him before taking Taehyung’s dirty plate. You felt his eyes trail on you as you placed the plate on the window. The bus boy, Jimin, would take care of it. 

You used to have to wash them yourself, which was a nightmare, but Mr. Min was kind enough to hire Jimin after you complained about it. It was hard to serve and wash dishes at the same time. 

“Hey, ___, I have a question,” Taehyung said as you wiped your hands on your apron. You placed your hands on your hips and trained your eyes on him.

“What?” You asked, as disinterested as you could possibly seem. 

“Are you going to that party on Friday? The one at Jin’s place,” He asked. You cocked a brow at him.

“Why do you want to know?” Taehyung shrugged, suddenly interested in the floor. 

“I just never see you at any of them. Y’know, you’re young. You should be going out.” 

You considered his statement for a second. It was true, you never usually hung out with people your age. You only had two friends, Nayeon and Jihyo, both of whom you’d known since you were kids. You weren’t interested in meeting new people, and you liked to spend your evenings knitting and watching cozy movies. Parties were the opposite of your comfort zone. Plus, you were slightly embarrassed of your position in life. You loved waitressing, and had skipped college because you knew that was your passion and what you wanted to do. However, it wasn’t a choice most people respect, especially your parents, so you hated going out. 

It had been a while since you had gone out. You hadn’t had a boyfriend since you were seventeen, which was two years ago. You think your friends would die if you went to a party with them. They go to a local community college together, and try to drag you with them to every stupid party there is. You always refuse. However, you’re actually considering it this time. You know Jin, he’s friendly and has a nice house. It wouldn’t hurt to go.

“We’ll see,” You tell him. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but he almost looked happy. 

Just then, Namjoon finished his food. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and set down a wad of cash that was much more than the cost of the breakfast.

“Keep the change. Have a good one, ___,” He called, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him out. Taehyung gave you a small salute before being pulled through the entrance with a little ding. 

You shook your head in faked distaste, cleaning up Namjoon’s clean plate. You kept your eyes on the door as you put the place and mug by the window. 

“Party?” You heard a quiet voice say from behind you. You jumped in fear, being met with two cat-like eyes. You placed a hand on your heart.

“Holy shit, Yoongi, you scared me,” You scolded. He ignored you.

“Strange, you're interested in that, suddenly. I wonder if the handsome police officer has anything to do with it,” He noted, nodding his head to the door. You forced disgust on your face. As much as you disliked Taehyung, you were a bad liar, and he was undoubtedly attractive.

“You know I hate him. And is it a crime if I want to go to a party?” You questioned.

Yoongi shrugged, fading back into the kitchen. You shook your head. So, it’s decided. You would be going to the party. It was time for you to start feeling like an actual young woman experimenting with her life. Even if the thought of that scared you.

You couldn’t help but hum as you began cleaning up the last table. It was a busy night, which was typical for Friday nights, and you were glad it was over. Mr. Min had stopped by as well toward the end of the night, which was typical. He usually only observed you guys on Fridays and Saturdays at your busiest. That day he looked as he typically did: uneven shaved facial hair, his clothes all askewed, and stains on his shirt. He was always slightly disheveled, you and Jimin and Suga always played a game called Guess The Stain. That day you had guessed mud or something akin to chocolate. 

Despite his usual chaos, he was a nice guy. He played stupid magic tricks like pulling a quarter from your ear and swore too much, but you almost saw him as a dad. That particular day he even attempted helping Suga cook. It ended in a chicken wing that was somehow burnt and frozen at the same time. His visits always left you all in high spirits, though.

 As the week progressed, you got increasingly more excited for the party that night. Usually your routine was pretty mundane, so it felt nice to have something to look forward to.

Nayeon and Jihyo had freaked out when you told them you were planning on going. They’d been begging you to go to a party for ages, and they couldn’t believe you had actually agreed to go. On Wednesday night they had dragged you to the mall and you all picked out outfits. You had yours tucked in your backpacks, and you were practically shaking as you finished up cleaning the table. You piled the plates on your arms and stuffed the tips from customers in your pocket. You put the plates by the window. You could hear the water running and you could see Yoongi stretching by the oven, even though you knew they were both going to the party. 

“Are you two good with closing tonight?” You shouted back, and you spotted Jimin peeking over so you could see him.

“I thought we were taking you,” Jimin noted. You shook your head. Usually you would need a ride, you didn’t have a car and you had left your bike at home since you carpooled with Yoongi, but Nayeon and Jihyo had promised to get you. Since you all were so excited for the party, you all wanted to get there early.

“Nope, I have a ride. I’ll leave some tips for you guys as thanks,” You said, darting to the bathroom. You ignored their protests; all of them along the lines of saying you closed all the time and it was fine for them to do so. Still, you left some wads of cash on the counter. They deserved it for all their hard work.

You ducked into a stall and pulled off your uniform, taking out the outfit you had picked out with your friends. It was simple, just a jean skirt with a sage green blouse, but it was cute and appropriate for the occasion. Jin had said it was just a casual get-together, so you didn’t go too over the top. You had even brought a change of shoes; you’d rather die than walk into a college party with bowler shoes. You sprayed on some perfume as an attempt to mask the smell of food and fixed your makeup in the mirror. After you were satisfied, you left the bathroom. Jihyo texted you that they were there, so you slung your backpack on your shoulders and left the restaurant.

It was cold outside, and you wished you put on stockings, but there was no turning back. The party had started ten minutes ago. You had originally wanted to be on time, but your experienced friends had informed you that no one shows up to a party when it actually starts. You stepped into Jihyo’s red minivan and shut the door behind you. 

“Hi, girl! Are you excited for your first party?” Nayeon squealed from the front seat. You rolled your eyes as you put on your seatbelt, Jihyo pulling out from the parking lot. 

“I’m not sixteen, this isn’t my first party,” You retorted. You had been to a couple when you were younger, although they were more like small get-togethers and you didn’t even know if they qualified as parties. Nayeon threw her hands up.

“Well, your first real adult party. It’s crazy, Jihyo and I usually get black out drunk at these things,” She retorted. Jihyo snorted.

“No, that’s you. I’m always the DD,” She retorted as she drove. Nayeon gave her a look.

“Didn’t you just get drunk and skinny dipped in Soobin’s hot tub last week?” 

“That was you, Nayeon. That was you,” Jihyo said with a head shake and disappointment. Nayeon considered her statement for a few seconds. 

“Oh. Yeah,” She quipped with wonder. Jihyo face palmed, and you laughed.

  You leaned your head against the window as your friends kept chatting. You watched the starts race by and the signature maple trees that are always dotted around the town. You figured that your town that you had been born and raised in had come out of a story. It was suburban, with main street, where the diner was, and houses were cozy and close. Everyone knew everyone. You liked it, though. You never imagined yourself anywhere else.

You watched as the houses slowly grew bigger. Jin was rich, his parents were owners of a law firm in the city and he was doing online school for a fancy ass college. His house was huge, you had been to birthday parties at his house when you guys were younger, and your memories were confirmed as Jihyo searched for a parking spot by his house. It stretched into the sky, with many balconies and windows, and a huge garden in the back. It was almost as big as some of the frat houses on University Road.  You used to be jealous of his house as a kid. Your family wasn’t rich, but not poor either, and you had dreamed of having a mansion like that. However, now you were grateful for your cozy home. You imagined a house like that to be cold and empty.

Jihyo settled for a spot across the street squeezed between two other cars. A lot of people were there, the driveway was choked with cars and some were even parked on Jin’s front yard. Plenty of people were crowded everywhere, some hanging out on his porch and others playing cornhole on the lawn. You gulped.

“I thought this was supposed to be casual,” You said nervously. Jihyo shrugged.

“Looks like the frat boys took over,” She commented, placing her phone in her purse. Nayeon noticed your troubled expression.

“It’ll be okay. Jin’s house is huge, I’m sure nothing too crazy will happen,” She 

reassured you, but it didn’t make you feel better. You shook your head. You were being silly, you were nineteen, you shouldn’t be afraid of a silly party. With newfound courage, you put down your phone and exited the car with your friends.

The smell of weed and the blasting of music hit you immediately. You could hear shouting as you approached the house. You already knew that Jimin would love this, he’s a frat boy and typically would comes to work with a hangover. It reassured you that he and Yoongi would be there, and even Taehyung. You loved your friends, but they weren’t always responsible. It felt reassuring that they’d be there.

“Ugh, being here literally traumatizes me,” Jihyo groaned, reminding you that her and Jin are exes. She said she wanted to find someone new, but you and Nayeon had agreed she just wanted to see Jin again. She was still desperately obsessed with him. 

“Okay, girls,” Nayeon hooked arms with you and Jihyo, “Let’s have some fun tonight.” You all laughed as you practically skipped inside.

Your breath caught in your throat as the door shut behind you. It was extremely crowded, much more than you had originally thought. There was a person everywhere, there were literally people sitting on the stair railings. It smelled heavily of alcohol, and some kind of light machine must have been set up because the entire house was bathed in a purple glow. Loud music boomed from an unknown source. 

“Let's go get a drink!” Nayeon shouted over the music. You were happy your arms were hooked with her as she dragged the both of you through the crowd. In the kitchen there were less people, but still enough that you had to apologize often for bumping into someone. 

There was a wooden island in the middle that was filled with various sorts of alcohol and cups. It was more of a mess than a drink bar, honestly. Nayeon grabbed a hard seltzer for herself, while you  poured yourself a drink from a punch bowl. You should’ve known better, though, because when you took a sip your face pursed. It was spiked. You swallowed hard as you watched Nayeon crack open her drink and finish half of it in a few seconds. When she was done, she yelled again.

“We better get to dancing!” She laughed, and started out of the kitchen.

You tried to follow her, but you easily lost her in the crowd. You turned around, but Jihyo was gone, too. Your heart started beating faster. You were surrounded by people, and you were getting pushed around easily. You took a deep breath in and continued through the crowd. You found yourself in the dining room, where all the dancing was happening. It was a vulgar sight, with girls grinding on boys and people crowd surfing, so you tried to avert your eyes as you searched for Nayeon. She was nowhere to be found. However, you spotted Jin in the corner, who waved you over. You pushed your way to him.

“Hi, ___!” He smiled, one which you returned. You two had been distant friends for years, so you’d always been friendly with each other. 

“Hi, Jin. This is a crazy party,” You gestured around. Jin screwed up his face.

“I didn’t mean for it to be like this, but all the frats and sororities showed up with their own alcohol and things got crazy. Still, I’m most surprised that you showed up. You’re never at any parties.”

“Yeah, well, Nayeon and Jihy-” You stopped, realizing your mistake. Jin wasn’t supposed to know she was there. It was too late, though. His expression melted to a mix between curiosity and anger.

“Jihyo’s here?” He questioned. Your silence was his answer. 

“Excuse me,” He said, pushing past you, likely to look for her. You shook your head. 

You stood in the corner awkwardly, trying to build up the courage to go up to someone, but you just couldn’t. You even considered finishing your drink, but you had warded off drinking after getting the spins when you were seventeen. You tried texting both your friends, but neither answered. You sighed, dumping your drink in a nearby garbage and exiting the room, hopefully to somewhere less crowded. 

You came across a den, which wasn’t crowded but had plenty of couples making out on a couch, so you kept searching. The living room was filled, so you decided to ascend the stairs. It was definitely less crowded upstairs. There was a long line outside of two bathrooms, and most of the other rooms were locked. You tried Jin’s room, which opened. You closed the door behind you, and you felt relieved. It was silent, save for the music bumping through the floor. You flopped on Jin’s bed; you knew he wouldn’t mind. You felt relieved. 

However, it didn’t last long. The door swung open, and you quickly sat up. Standing at the door was a boy you distantly remembered from school, but you couldn’t recall his name. He was obviously very drunk, evident by the beer bottle in his hand and the way he was stumbling. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” He slurred. You immediately got up, being the people pleaser you are, ready to give up the room for him even though it was solitude for you. 

“It’s okay. You can use it,” You smiled, trying to exit, but he stepped in front of you, blocking your reprise.

“What’s your name? I haven’t seen you around here. I’m Connor,” He said, and you immediately felt uncomfortable. 

“My friends are waiting for me,” You muttered, trying to leave, but he stepped in front of you again.

“Don’t leave. We’re having so much fun.”

Connor stepped forward, closing the distance between you two. You felt your breath hitch as he ran a cold hand up your arm. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Please stop. I don’t want you to touch me,” You said. Connor’s other hand started to creep under your shirt. You tried to pull away, but he was holding you in place. 

“I’m not asking for your permission,” He whispered in a way that was supposed to be sultry but made your skin crawl. 

“Help! Someone he-” You were cut off by his hand, the one that had a grip on your arm now covering your mouth. You continued to struggle, but it was to no avail. He was overpowering you, and dread filled your body.

Suddenly, the bedroom door flung open. To your surprise, it was Taehyung. He looked pissed as he observed what was happening. He ran forward and wrenched Connor off of you, flinging him with one arm easily. He hit the bed, groaning. Taehyung touched your arm gently, but you shook your arm off. You felt embarrassed having to be saved like that, but also extremely grateful. You don’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if Taehyung hadn’t stepped in. 

“If that asshole hadn't passed out, I would’ve hit him until he was,” Taehyung muttered through gritted teeth, his fists clenched. 

You turned around to realize Connor had passed out, likely from the impact at which Taehyung had pushed him. You shook your head in disbelief. He really was an asshole. 

“Do you-” Taehyung began.

“I need to go find my friends. Uh,” You looked up at him, suddenly realizing you guys were much too close, “Thanks,” You concluded. Taehyung smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His eyes were focused. Intentional. The air felt thick, so you brushed past him and walked out of the room. 

You didn’t think it was possible, but the party had somehow gotten even more packed. You realized Jimin and Yoongi likely arrived, so you decided to look for them instead, giving up on the idea of finding Jihyo and Nayeon. You just hoped Jihyo had kept her word and would be the designated driver. It was a long walk home and too cold outside. Inside the house, though, with all the close bodies, sweat dripped down your forehead as you made your way downstairs.

Your eyes began scanning the crowd for Yoongi or Jimin, but the flow of people seemed to be streaming toward the dining room. You could hear some kind of commotion in the distance, so you went with the crowd that led you toward the noise. It sounded like yelling. As you entered the dining room, you could hear what the voices were saying.

“Why the fuck would you come to my party?” One voice you recognized as Jin screamed. Immediately concerned, you tried to push your way to the front. Once you broke through, you gasped. 

A large circle had formed around Jin and Jihyo. To your dismay, Jihyo looked drunk as hell, her hair mused and her lipstick smeared across her chin. Next to her stood Jimin, who had Jihyo’s lipstick on his lips. You immediately realized what had happened. They were hooking up somewhere, and Jin had found them. You searched the crowd for Nayeon, but she was nowhere to be found.

“She was just having fun, man. Relax,” Jimin crooned, likely drunk as well. You wanted to face palm. You often forgot he was a frat boy, due to his usual bubbly and unassuming nature at the restaurant. He knew that Jihyo had a complicated relationship with Jin, you had talked about it with him before. He often made stupid decisions when drunk. You had also known Jimin for a while, and after he joined the frat, the influence his friends had on him was awful. 

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not even talking to you,” Jin snapped back, and you felt surprised. He rarely swore, but he must’ve been really upset. It was obvious he still liked Jihyo. 

You watched as Jihyo swayed. She was definitely drunk. She was holding a red solo cup, the plastic crunching under the weight of her grip. 

“I can do whatever the hell I want,” She slurred. Jin scoffed loudly, and you could hear whispers float through the air.

“Not here. You need to get out,” He said. You watched in horror as Jihyo stepped forward and slapped him across the face. Granted it wasn’t hard at all, but it still left Jin in shock.

“Asshole!” She yelled. They had always been a toxic couple, leading to their breakup, but they cared about each other a lot. You assumed this debacle was a result of their feelings. Whatever it was, you needed to end it. No one was stepping forward to put a stop to it, so you would have to do it. You didn’t want Jihyo to embarrass herself more than she already had.

You stepped out of the crowd, walking up to your friend.

“Jihyo-” You started, and grabbed her arm. However, you had the worst luck possible, because at that very moment, Jihyo was throwing her drink at Jin. And it landed all on you.

Your mouth was gaped open in shock. A brown liquid resembling was covering your entire body, staining your brand new outfit that had cost you at least two days of work, plus your favorite pair of shoes. You heard a loud gasp echo through the crowd, and even though your vision was blurry, you could see Jihyo sober up a bit. She looked shocked, too.

“___-” You didn’t let her finish her sentence, because you pushed through the crowd and began running out of the house. You felt embarrassed, but mostly upset at your friends’ lack of self control. The fact that she had spilled her drink all over you was annoying, but more so that she had gotten drunk after she promised you she wouldn’t. Your hands shook in anger as you ran toward the front door. There were less people since they were all crowded in the dining room.

It was extremely cold outside, and you held yourself as you stomped toward the sidewalk. A few people teased you on the way, but you ignored them. You briefly considered calling your parents to pick you up, but you’d rather die than let them see you like this. You remembered you’d left your backpack in Jihyo’s car, but you had a late shift tomorrow and you made a note to grab it tomorrow morning. You began your walk home, already shivering. You could see your breath, and the amount of liquid on your body wasn’t helping, either. 

“Wait, ___!” You heard a familiar voice yell. You turned around to spot Taehyung running at you at full speed. He caught up to you by the sidewalk.

“I’ll give you a ride home.”

“Respectfully, Taehyung, walking home covered in shit as a liquid form sounds more appealing,” You quipped, even if it was a straight up lie. You just didn’t want him to have to save you twice in one night. His ego was already big enough, you didn’t need to feed it.

“Please, ___. If you walk home all wet you’ll catch a cold. And you remember what happened last time you were sick at the diner,” He stated.

You shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold. You had a great immune system and rarely got cold, but the last time you had, it was a disaster. Since the owner, Yoongi’s dad, refused to hire any other waitresses, you were the only one and when you were sick Jimin had to take over as a waiter. It was a disaster: hot coffee spilled on customers, eggs on the floor and somehow glitter in grilled cheeses. You never wanted that to happen again. As much as you hated to admit it, Taehyung was right. 

“Fine,” You said reluctantly, and Taehyung smiled as he led you to his car parked just next to you guys, unlocking it with his keys. You were thankful it was a regular-looking gray Honda Civic, and not his police car. 

You slid in the passenger seat, and you were happy that Taehyung immediately turned on the heat. It became toasty soon, and you felt grateful as he pulled out and started on the road. 

“Here,” He handed you his sweatshirt he had been wearing. You eyed him carefully as you pulled it over your head. It smelled good, like wood and lilacs. 

“What’s with all the favors tonight?” You questioned carefully, and Taehyung laughed as if you had said something funny.

“I remember holding you when you were a baby. Why wouldn’t I take care of you?” 

“Okay, first of all, you were four when I was born. Don’t act like you were my father or something. Second of all, you teased me my whole life. Excuse me if all this is a little strange.” Silence rang between you two, and you peeked over at Taehyung. His amused expression had changed into something serious. He looked over at you, and you two held eye contact.

“Have you ever considered that I just liked your attention, ___?” He said softly, and your breath hitched. He unwillingly tore his eyes away from you to focus on the road. The strange cadence of his voice had startled you so much that you didn’t even consider what he had said. His voice rarely strayed away from unwarranted optimism, so the sudden seriousness caught you off guard.

You opened your mouth to respond, but you were interrupted by a walkie talkie that was on the floor next to you.

“Come in, Taehyung, over,” It said.

“Can you hand that to me?” He asked. You complied, and tried to ignore that strange feeling that fluttered across your skin when you two brushed fingers when you handed it to him. He pressed a button on the side, on hand still on the steering wheel.

“Taehyung here, over,” He responded. 

“We need you at the station. ASAP. Over,” They answered.

“Will do. Over,” He said, setting the walkie talkie on his lap, “Shit, ___, do you mind? It’ll be quick, I promise.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” You said truthfully. Your parents had been so excited when you told them you were going out, since you were usually such a homebody, and you had only stayed at the party for around an hour. Making it seem as if you were out longer wouldn’t hurt.

“Sorry, usually Namjoon would handle this since I’m technically off-shift, but he left earlier for the city,” He explained, 

Since the station was on the way, you guys reached it very soon. A few cars were parked in the lot. The police force was small, it only consisted of Sana, the dispatcher, Namjoon, the chief of police, Taehyung, an officer, and Beomgyu, the secretary. In the history of your town, there had only been minor crimes. Outsiders joke that it’s the suburban dream. Most people don’t even bother locking their doors at night.

The station was small, a tiny building with only a front desk, a small office for Namjoon, a waiting area with a few benches and behind the desk a holding cell. You remember Namjoon telling you that if he opened the cell, the lock would have dust in it due to how little it was used. The last time you had been at the station was to deliver lunch to Taehyung and Namjoon, a service you only offered to friends, and it was exactly how you remembered. 

Similar to your diner, it was homey. Plenty plants were everywhere, and Christmas lights that hadn’t been taken down. A coffee pot that was decorated with stickers sat on the desk, along with the station pet. Usually, stations have intimidating animals like K-9’s, but for this one it wasn’t necessary. The pet was a cat named Banana, a sweet little bundle of orange and white that was napping on a cat bed in the corner. Everything looked normal, except for one thing.

A man you had never seen before stood next to the desk where Sana and Beomgyu were working busily. He had a long coat, along with classes and messy hair. He looked eccentric, as though he hadn’t slept in a while.

“Who the hell are you?” Taehyung asked, crossing his arm. The man’s eyebrow cocked as he pulled out an ID and flashed it to the both of you.

“Choi Yeonjun,” You observed he was from a bureau in the city before he snapped it shut and tucked it back into his pocket, “And I’m a detective, here to help you with the case. I was passing through on my way to the city, when I got a call from your secretary. Apparently, my boss says that I should help you guys out instead of the big serial killer case. Bullshit,” He complained.

“What case? The hell are you talking about?” Taehyung asked. Yeonjun shook his head.

“Well, we were trying to reach you for a while, but you weren’t answering. That’s strange, since I thought it’d be interesting for you to know that a dead body was found in your home,” He said.

You gasped in shock. Taehyung did too. You initially didn’t believe it. Beomgyu got up and handed Taehyung a file. With shaky hands, he opened it. A few pictures lay on the front, and you felt as though you wanted to puke. It was definitely Taehyung’s house, but that wasn’t the only thing you recognized. The dead body was Tommy Marks, one of the regulars that had been coming in every morning since you could remember. You had to cover your mouth to muffle a sound that was a mix between devastation and disgust. Tommy was a nice man, he didn’t deserve this. 

“D-did you call Namjoon?” Taehyung asked, his voice quiet. Beomgyu shook his head solemnly.

“We tried, but we couldn’t get a hold of him. The secretary said the case was speeding up, and everyone there was hyper focused. Luckily, Yeonjun said he would help,” He gestured to the detective. 

“Of course. In fact, I think I’ve already solved the case,” He lowered his volume, “So luckily I can get out of this shitty town ASAP.”

“Did you?” Taehyung sounded how you felt. Sick. You leaned over and read the report Beomgyu had written up. From what you could see, Tommy had died mere hours ago, while you guys were at the party, from asphyxia. You couldn’t imagine how guilty Taehyung felt. You also didn’t understand why it was in his house. It must have been some sick taunt from the murderer, assuming it was a homicide. 

“This was a murder. I can see the hand prints on his throat,” Taehyung pointed out, his voice now steady. You were reminded he had trained for this, and more prepared than you were. 

“I concluded this a while ago, and I believe I had already found the murderer. He is in the holding cell now.”

You had a bad feeling in your stomach as he led you both behind the desk. The cell was small, with just a bed and a toilet. You could see someone curled up on the bed in the corner, but it was too dark to make out who it was. Upon hearing you guys enter, though the person’s head popped up. He lifted himself off the bed and stepped into the light, grabbing the bars. You and Taehyung gasped. You both recognized this man. Or, rather, boy.

Taehyung’s teenaged brother, Jungkook, was standing in front of you two. You hadn’t seen him in a while, but you recognized him nonetheless. He must’ve been a senior already, newly seventeen. His hair had been cut to a sidepart so it covered one eye, dyed to black, and he must’ve been wearing eyeshadow or something because his eyes were black around the waterline. His nails were black too, and he was wearing a striped red sweater that was tattered by design. He was likely going through that rebellious stage that every teenager experiences. The last time you had seen him he was wearing a nice button down shirt, with jean pants, and cowboy boots. At the time his hair had also been brown, so you wondered what changed. Mostly, however, right now you wondered why he was in jail for murder. 

“Jungkook? What the hell are you doing in here?” Taehyung yelled, grabbing onto the bars. Jungkook opened his mouth to answer, but Yeonjun answered.

“He was the only one home when the body was discovered, and when interviewed, he refused to provide an alibi. Plus, I investigated the crime scene, and his DNA was found on the victim. That’s proof enough. And, now, since you, his legal guardian, is here, I can officially prosecute him. I called the Juvenile center in the city, and he will leave in the morning. He will be held there until a trial, where he will likely be prosecuted as an adult,” Yeonjun explained, sounding much too giddy for the topic. 

Taehyung was shaking his head, in disbelief. Their mom hadn’t been around since Jungkook was born, and their dad died when Taehyung was eighteen, so he had been Jungkook’s legal guardian ever since. They lived in their parent’s house together, so they were the only two that were ever there. Even though you knew Jungkook was a good kid, it didn’t look good on his part. 

“No, you can’t. Give me a week. One week to investigate, and if I can’t come up with anything, you can do what you have to. Please,” He whispered, “He’s all I have left.” That last part broke your heart. Yeonjun seemed stubborn, but his eyes softened. He considered Taehyung for a few seconds before he sighed heavily.

“Fine. But only one week,"he said.

“Thank you,” He said in response. 

Taehyung began talking with Jungkook as you called your mom to pick you up. You didn’t feel good, the whole situation made you want to puke. The idea of the only murder in the town’s history being the result of little Jungkook was literally sickening. You never thought he could be capable of something like that, but his new look with all the edginess was strange. You really hoped it wasn’t him. You liked to believe he wouldn’t kill some random older man. You tried to control your tears as you perched on one of the benches. Banana must’ve sensed your sorrow because she meowed before climbing on your lap. Her purring relaxed you but didn’t do anything to calm your sadness. Tommy was a friendly man, every morning he would share a coffee with his wife, Beverly, and he never failed to ask you about your day or give you advice. The diner wouldn’t feel the same without him. 

On your way home, you briefly answered your mom’s burning questions without mentioning the murder. You were sure it was going to be everywhere by the time you woke up, so you wanted a bit more peace before you couldn’t escape it. Once you got home, you took a shower and collapsed on your bed. By this time next Friday, Jungkook would be on his way to a Juvenile Detention Center if Taehyung wasn’t able to figure this all out. And without Namjoon, you were doubtful he would. As sleep took over your senses from the exhaustion the day had given you, you couldn’t help but wonder how Taehyung would even begin to pull this off by himself. He could hardly even eat donuts without making a mess.

You were thankful that you only had a dinner shift for Saturday, because you were able to sleep late into the day. You woke up at 11PM, and when you did, your body felt rigid and sore. Your memories from the night before washed over you, and you quickly checked your phone. You had no where less than a million texts and missed calls from Jihyo and Nayeon, but that’s not what you were looking for. You opened Facebook and pressed on the town group. 

Just as you had suspected, headlines about the murder were everywhere. 

The local town news made one as well, and you decided to read it. In big bold letters, it read: 

“Old man Tommy Marks was killed yesterday night by choking, and was found in the Kim House. A woman was walking her dog and spotted it through the window. Dispatchers arrived to find Marks’ body. His corpse has now been transported to a local morgue. We asked his wife for a statement, but she was too devastated. The alleged murderer is believed to be Kim Jungkook, the little brother of police officer Kim Taehyung. The seventeen year old was the only one home and doesn’t have an alibi. Officer Kim has given us a statement.

‘I can’t say for sure my brother didn’t do it. The boy I know wouldn’t, but the evidence isn’t looking great. I will do my best to investigate the case and bring justice.’

So, what do you think? Was it Jungkook? And, of course, Rest in Peace Tommy Marks. He was a great father, husband and citizen to the community. His funeral will be this Wednesday, and the entire town is invited.”

You groaned, shutting off your phone. This whole situation was just crazy. You felt for Jungkook, but for Tommy as well. It was a strange mix of emotions you didn’t know how to deal with. As you got up and got dressed, you made an internal note that you wouldn’t get yourself involved. Knowing Taehyung, he would just try and make a mess of everything, a mess it definitely wouldn’t hurt to avoid.

After you took a shower, you made yourself a simple lunch of a sandwich and chips. The house was completely empty, your parents were at work and your brother, Huening Kai, was away for college. You were grateful for the silence. It didn’t last long, however, because as you were washing your plate, there came a knock at the door.

Curious, you slipped on some house slippers and padded to the door. Standing at your doorstep was Nayeon and Jihyo. You were surprised they were up this early, considering they were likely hungover. You crossed your arms, slightly closed off. You were still a bit upset about last night. 

“Hey, ___. We just wanted to talk to you about last night. Can we come in?” Nayeon asked, and you nodded, opening the door wider. They cautiously came in, taking their shoes off. Jihyo stared at you for a few seconds before bursting into tears.

“___, I’m s-so sorry! I was being so stupid and irresponsible and I can’t believe I did t-that! I’ll understand if you never want to be friends again, but I-” She rambled, but you cut her off by giving her a hug.

“We all make mistakes,” You whispered in her ear before pulling away, “That’s what makes us humans, right?” 

“So you forgive me?” She hiccuped. You smiled and nodded.

“Of course I do,” You responded, and she laughed in relief. She handed you a bag you didn’t notice was there.

“I got you a new outfit from the mall. It’s not the same one, but it’s really cute, considering you’re a party girl now,” She wiggled her eyebrows with the last statement and you laughed.

“I don’t think I’ll be going to anymore parties.”

You sat your friends on the couch and gave them a breakdown of everything that had happened last night. The only detail you left out was the whole ordeal with that Connor guy. You knew it would just rile them up. They gasped when you revealed what you had learned last night at the police station. You decided not to ask them if they thought Jungkook was the murderer or not, it was inappropriate. They launched into their own conversations about the night, and you guys sat on your couch for hours, giggling and picking at different snacks you had dug up.

Soon, it was time for your shift. You had gotten too caught up chatting with them, so you had a quick cup ramen for dinner. Jihyo brought you your backpack, so you grabbed it out of the washer and pulled it on. They offered you a ride to the diner, which you gladly accepted. It was freezing outside, you were surprised it wasn’t snowing.

You said goodbye to your friends and ran inside. You were a few minutes late, but it seemed as if Yoongi and Jimin were fine. They had already finished up opening, so you busied yourself with cleaning up the bathroom and filling up your water pitcher. Saturday nights were usually the busiest, so you were preparing for a long night. You could even hear Yoongi starting up the oven. You hadn’t spoken with them, it felt tense for some reason. You hoped a routine dinner service would fix that. You were also grateful you didn’t have a morning shift. It would be strange to have one without Tommy there.

Soon, the restaurant was filled to the brim, with a long wait crowded by the door. You doubled as the hostess as well, so along with taking orders and serving food you also had to seat people. It might be stressful for some, but you loved how distracted it allowed you to be. Especially right then. Every so often you caught bits and pieces of conversation about Tommy’s death, and it caused your heart to drop every time. You didn’t want to think about it anymore. 

You placed a plate on the window, calling back to the chef. Jimin was assisting too, sirring a pot between washing dishes. 

“Yoongi, the customer says this isn’t cooked enough!” You yelled over the chaos, pointing to the hamburger. Yoongi threw a spatula down on the cooking island, walking up to you. He observed the burger. 

“This is medium-rare. They ordered medium-rare!” He shouted. You gave him a shrug.

“Customer’s always right,” You said in response, poking the plate to inch it forward. He sighed, rolling his eyes. 

It was 7:30, peak dinner time. You pour a glass of soda and grabbed the newly seared burger along with three other plates and stacked them carefully in your hands and on your arms. It was a skill you had to teach yourself but one you had become very good at. As you placed the plates down, you heard the doorbell ding, signifying someone had walked in. You wiped your hands on your apron as you called to them.

“Hi, welcome to Min’s Diner, the wait is around forty-five-”

“___,” Your head popped up. To your surprise, Taehyung was standing at the door. He looked as if he hadn’t slept. Your mouth opened in surprise.

“Taehyung, what are you doing here?” You questioned. He sighed, looking around at the busy restaurant. You swore the chatter died down a bit at the sight of him.

“I’ve spent all day trying to find where Tommy was before he died, and I finally found out he was last seen here. I want to look at your security footage.”

You gaped at him. Did he not see how busy you are? You heard Yoongi ring the dinner bell, signifying he had finished up a dish, but you ignored it momentarily.

“The security footage? Why?” You asked. Taehyung sighed.

]“There might be a clue. Maybe someone followed him out, or he and his wife got into an argument. A bad one.”

“___!” Yoongi yelled. You turned your head briefly.

“Coming!” You screamed back, turning to Taehyung, “You think Beverly did this?”

“I can’t rule out any possibility.”

Beverly killing her husband seemed as likely as Jungkook. She was a nice lady, and they were the closest couple you had ever seen. The dinner bell was rung a bunch of times, each one growing longer and more annoyed. You rolled your eyes.

“No, sorry, I’m afraid I can’t,” You answered, walking behind the bar.

“What? What do you mean?” Taehyung asked, following you on the other side. You took all the plates and stacked them on your arms. You exited the bar, Taehyung close behind.

“Can’t you see that we’re busy?” You quipped, setting down a few plates at a booth.

“This is important, though. It’s actual police stuff,” You bit down a witty comeback at his casual use of words, remembering what he’s going through.

“___, please!” He begged. You sighed heavily, apologizing to your table as you dropped the rest of the plates at another table.

“Fine. But you won’t find anything. I would’ve remembered anything suspicious,” You told him, recalling how normal Friday morning had been. Still, he shot you a big smile.

“Stay until after the service, and I’ll give you the footage,” You said, and he nodded. He took a seat by the bar, and you focussed on the job ahead of you once again.

You sighed heavily as you wiped down the last table. It was 10 PM, and the last customers just left. You liked busy shifts, but you were exhausted nonetheless. Taehyung was still sitting at the bar, typing away at his laptop as he sipped on a strawberry milkshake. Yoongi and Jimin had closed and cleaned the kitchen, and you told them you would close the rest of the diner. You still had to give Taehyung the footage, and despite yourself, you were curious. 

Once they left, you led him through the staff's only door. There was hardly anything there, just the entrance to the kitchen, a private bathroom for the staff and Mr. Min’s office. Well, it used to be an office. Mr. Min rarely uses it anymore, he usually only comes in to observe you guys on Thursdays, so his office had become a space to store various items. As you opened the door, you spotted brooms, mops, disinfectant sprays, plans for new menu items, etc. Sitting on Mr. Min’s old desk was a large computer. 

You loaded up the security footage from Friday morning, when Tommy was apparently last seen. As it started playing, you felt sudden sadness. It was strange to think he was dead, and that he wouldn’t be coming in on Monday. Still, though, you watched the footage, throwing it on 2X speed. You slowed it down as he got up with Beverly. They left, hand in hand, without anything strange.

“See?” You said, but Taehyung was staring at the computer, his eyes squinting.

“Go back,” He said, and you complied. He stepped forward, and you tried not to think about how close he was. 

“Again, please,” You tried to see what he was seeing, but you couldn’t. He pointed to the screen.

“Pause,” You did, and followed his point. It was near the window. A large figure was standing at the window, but you couldn’t make out who it was. Weird, you hadn’t noticed that before.

“___, do you have access to the parking lot footage?” He asked, and you nodded. You switched over to the separate view.

Beverly and Tommy had exited the diner, and Tommy said something to his wife. She nodded and slid into their red minivan. However, Tommy strayed behind. He started speaking to the shadowed figure. You couldn’t make out who he was, but he was speaking to Tommy. After a soured expression appeared on Tommy’s face, he pulled out a few wads of cash and handed it to the man. After that Tommy said one last word to him, and left him behind, getting in his car. The figure pulled out the money, counting it before stuffing it in his pocket and leaving the parking lot. You and Taehyung watched him walk down main street until he disappeared from your line of sight.

“I need to figure out who that was. He was one of the last people to talk to Tommy,” Taehyung observed. You nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah, that conversation was strange. And that fact that he took Tommy’s money is weird, too,” You concluded.You turned to look at Taehyung, who seemed to be deep in thought. He snapped as an idea popped into his head.

“He must be a dealer.”

“What? No way. Tommy wouldn’t buy drugs,” You shook your head.

“Think about it, though. A low conversation, exchange of money. What else could it be?” You thought about it for a few seconds, and you realized Taehyung was right.

“Okay, yeah, maybe, but I couldn’t see who that was. How can we figure out who he is?” You both thought about it for a second. Who is someone you know that would know the local dealers. Your eyes widened as a name popped into your head.

Nayeon. Of course!

You immediately called her, and she picked up. From the sounds of it, she was at another party, so you had to shout so she could hear you. You asked for a list of the local dealers. After she teased you a bit, she answered.

“Well, there’s no money. A few are in high school, and do business with people their age. The only person I can think of would deal with you is Taeyong,” She concluded. You and Taehyung gave each other a look.

“Is there a place where we can find him? A meetup spot, maybe?” You asked tentatively. 

“He usually hangs out behind the gas station after midnight. ___, be careful, please. Don’t overdo it,” She warned. She sounded genuinely concerned. 

“I will. Thanks, Nayeon,” You said as you hung up. Taehyung looked celebratory. 

“I need to see him. ___, this might be a big ask, but could you come with me? Please?” 

You bit your lip. You really should’ve said no, you didn’t want to get mixed up in this big mess. Still, your curiosity got the best of you. Just this one thing should be fine. Right?

“Okay,” You answered, and he smiled. Suddenly, you realized once again how close you two were. His smile melted and his expression turned into unventured territory. You gluped. The air felt thick with tension. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but you could’ve sworn he was staring at your lips. You swallowed heavily. What the hell was happening? 

“__-” He started, his voice low, but you cut him off by getting off and shutting off the computer.

“We should change. Taeyong would probably be very suspicious if a police officer and a waitress approached him.” Taehyung seemed to be in some kind of trance, but he snapped out of it as he shook his head and straightened up. He nodded.

“I have a change of clothes in the car. I’ll meet you out there.”

You were grateful you had packed a change of clothes, including a big cozy sweater that would keep you warm in the fall. You brushed your hair out and sprayed some perfume. You quickly closed the restaurant, which only took you a few minutes since you had already been cleaning. You shut off all the lights and locked the door as you ran into the parking lot. You spotted Taehyung’s police car. Luckily, it was black, and without the lights would be unassuming in the dark. You opened the door and sat in the passenger’s seat.

“So, shoul-” You got cut off by a scream. Your own scream, that is. Taehyung hadn’t finished changing, his shirt was off.

“Shit, you could’ve warned me,” You muttered, your face heating as you turned away. It had been a while since you’d seen his half naked body, the last time being when he would hang out with your brother in your pool, but he certainly didnt look like that. Police academy had certainly gave him new muscles. You hated the way it made your cheeks flush. Jesus, had it really been that long since you had a boyfriend, to the point where you were blushing over Kim Taehyung? Maybe Jihyo and Nayeon were right about you finally talking to someone again.

You peeked over, and he was dressed this time. He had a smirk on his face as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

“Did you like what you saw?” He teased, and you fake gagged. Taehyung laughed in response.

As he drove, he handed you the case file to review for yourself. He warned you there wasn’t much, and he was right. There was hardly anything in the files. Despite your disgust, you observed the pictures of the crime scene in an attempt for more clues. You squinted your eyes to search for anything out of the ordinary beside the dead corpse lying on the ground. However, to your dismay, it looked exactly as it had the last time you had seen it: nice wooden floors, costal themed decorations, the kitchen counter cluttered with spatulas and brownies with bites taken out of them, ornate rugs and high ceilings. When you were a kid, you were always jealous by how nice their house was. Before their dad died he was an anesthesiologist, and after he passed he left their sons a fortune. You shook your head. You shouldn’t have been thinking about menial feelings like jealousy when you had a murder case ahead of you.

You two reached the gas station quickly, and Taehyung parked in the back where the car would be shrouded by trees. You were hit with the smell of gas and garbage. A few people were innocently filling up your gas, but some interesting characters were hanging out on the sidewalk, smoking and shouting at anyone who passed by. 

“Stay close,” Taehyung whispered, and you did. You pressed up to the side of him, and his familiar scent calmed you.

You two stuck to the shadows as you rounded the building. The back of the gas station was an alleyway between another building, and you felt apprehensive as you entered the alleway. A few people were slumped against the walls, and you had to step over their feet as you made your way through the alleyway. You had found Taeyong’s Facebook, so you knew what he looked like. You searched the faces of people on the ground, but you didn’t see him. However, Taehyung touched you with his elbow, and your head snapped up.

Straight in front of you two, at the end of the alleway, was a large green dumpster. But the garbage wasn’t the focus of your attention, but the man sitting on top of it. It was Taeyong. He was spread out across the dumpster as if it were a bed. He had a beanie and an old black outfit, and he was smoking a blunt. He had a large backpack sitting next to him, and it smelled heavily of drugs. He took a long drag of his joint before blowing out the smoke and looking you two up and down. 

“Who the fuck are you two?” He asked. You took a deep breath in.

“We need to talk,” You stated. He rested his arm on his raised knee. 

“You the Feds?” He questioned. Taehyung shook his head, and shot you a look like ‘I’ll deal with him later’. 

“No, we just need to talk to you about someone. Tommy Marks,” You said. 

“And why the hell should I do that?” He answered.

“Whoa. Chill out,” Taehyung cautioned in response, his body tensioning. Taeyong’s lazy glare focused on him as he took another drag.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to offend your girlfriend,” He stated. It was then you realized you were gripping each other’s hands. You let go immediately.

“We’re not dating,” You scoffed, feigning disgust. Taeyong stared at you with a look you couldn’t read before shrugging.

“Whatever. Don’t care. Get out.”

“No, it’s serious. Haven’t you heard about what happened? You were one of the last people to talk to him. We’re, um, his cousins. And we want to figure out who did it.”

Taeyong’s eyes flicked between you two for a second.

“Wait, do you think I did it?” He questioned, his voice growing high. After a few moments of silence, with neither you nor Taehyung knowing what to say, he chuckled in disbelief.

“Nah, Tommy was cool. Gave me a lot of money. I have proof I was busy that night. I was making a video,” He pulled up his phone and showed you two an extremely explicit video, and you both groaned in disgust. However, before you pulled away, you had spotted the date and time. He was telling the truth. Taeyong turned off his phone and tucked it away, his gaze lingering once again.

“Okay, well, if you didn’t do it, do you know anybody who would? Or just anyone who had a connection to him?” Taehyung asked. Taeyong took another drag of his joint before answering. 

“Nah, I didn’t know much about him. We were strictly business. All I knew was that he always got Coke, and he would do it in the parking lot of the convenience store on Main so his wife wouldn’t find out. Maybe you’ll find someone there,” He explained, giving you two more information than you had figure you’d elicit from him.

You shared a look with Taehyung. You had all you needed, another clue, but you had one last question.

“Thank you. I have one more question, though. Why’d you meet him outside of Min’s Diner on Friday morning? Why did Tommy give you money?” You questioned.

Taeyong’s eyes trained on you, and his intense stare made you squirm. He seemed to be deep in thought. He finally shook his head and he flicked his joint. It landed on the ground next to you, and you had to fight the urge to jump away.

“He was behind on payments. I came there to collect,” He explained simply. You looked at Taehyung again. He nodded his head toward the entrance of the alleyway. He wanted to leave. You nodded and turned back to Taeyong.

“Thank you, for everything,” You said, and he nodded briefly.

“Do I know-” He began, but you two were already on your way out. Taehyung had a tight grip on your arm.

“Lets get out of here, ASAP,” He muttered, and you two hurried to the car. Once he pulled away from the parking lot, you two began to debrief.

“So he was doing drugs under Beverly’s nose. I wonder what pushed him to do that,” You wondered out loud. Taehyung turned onto your street. 

“We should go to the park tomorrow, and see if we can find anyone who knows anything about Tommy’s apparent dark side,” Taehyung said, and you nodded until you caught his words as he parked in your driveway. 

“‘We’?” You questioned. Taehyung sighed, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he turned to you.

“Would you help me with this case? Please, ___. You’re super smart, and as much as I don’t want to admit this, I can’t do this alone. Yeonjun won’t help me, and I need to prove Jungkook innocent. He’s-,” His voice broke, “He’s all I have.”

You bit your lip, pondering the weight of what he was asking. You should say no. You really shouldn’t get caught up in something as hefty as this. Still, though, what he said and the way he said it made you pause. He sounded serious, really serious, which was the opposite of Taehyung’s personality. Fuck it.

“I’ll help you,” You said before you could even think about it. Taehyung’s face lit up. 

What the hell did you just get yourself into? 

[strawbarryjiminie]

bye sad girl jk is so toxic. does the reader eventually leave him??? jk and the reader kinda cute 😭 (toxic as hell)

Hi! Thanks for asking this!

No, the reader doesn't leave him. I think since the rest of her life is so perfect, she indulges in the adrenaline that infidelity gives her. It makes her feel rebellious. In fact, I think she gets a boyfriend just so she has to sneak around even more. It's like when a child has strict parents- the more rules they have, the more they want to act out.

I hope this answered your question! :)

[strawbarryjiminie]

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White Dress(Part One~Part Two)-{ﾒ૦ﾒ૦} {Police Officer!Taehyung x Waitress!Fem!Reader}

Being a waitress in a small town was a comfortable and familiar routine. However, when police officer Kim Taehyung, AKA the most annoying man in town asks you for help with a murder case, you realize your life is about to become much less mundane.

Sad Girl- {ﾒ૦ﾒ૦} {Secretary!Jeon Jungkook x CEO Fem!Reader}

You have it all. The career, the lifestyle, and the friends. But one thing is missing. Your new secretary. And nothing can stop you from getting what you want. Not even that fact that he’s married.

Cinnamon Girl- {⏾} {Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader}

Loving someone is hard enough as it is, but who knew that loving Jungkook would be the hardest thing you’ve ever done?

Coming soon...

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Cinnamon Girl ꫂ ၴႅၴ

Description: Loving someone is hard enough as it is, but who knew that loving Jungkook would be the hardest thing you’ve ever done?

Pairing(s): Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Genre(s):Established Realationship, Angst, Fluff

Warning(s):Toxic Relationship, Domestic Abuse, Manipulation, Pregnancy

WC: 3.5k

Author Note: I have to admit this is a heavy one, it was really hard to write, but I wanted to try something new and challenge myself by intr. Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy.

Song- Cinnamon Girl-Lana Del Rey

You can't remember how it led to this, but you're currently standing in front of a distraught Jungkook, holding your cheek. His tears fall almost automatically, and they don't halt, not even when you tell him:

 “It's fine, it was a mistake...”

 His sobs are gut-wrenching to witness. An outsider would think you were the one who'd hit him. That couldn't be further from the truth.

It was over an argument, a petty one about a night out you'd previously had with your friends. At first it was a tame argument, not a fight. However, when Jungkook thinks he's right he gets stubborn and ignores everything he doesn't want to hear. You'd tried to calm him down, telling him you forgot to text him or you had been too caught up in the moment, but Jungkook took these as excuses to ignore him and his stubbornness grew to rage.

It's your fault. Well, you know that now. You cornered him while yelling at him to calm down, and he probably felt like that was his only option at the moment. He told you to back off, but you were already dead set on calming him down. The reason for the argument was trivial, and there was no further point in his anger, so you truly believed you could alleviate the situation. You proceeded, and that's what led to him striking you.

A rough slap. That’s all it was, and it didn't even hurt too bad. He just wanted you to back up, and he didn't even realize what he'd done until it happened. His heart shattered into a million pieces at the realization, resulting in him breaking into a fit of sobs.

Well, right now, you don't know what to think. You know it's bad, you really do, but you love Jungkook and that broken, glassy look in his eyes is hurting you more than the smack.

“I'm fine, Jungkook. I promise. I bet there's not even a mark,” You say, even whilst you feel the swelling festering on the right side of your face.

He looks up at you, stopping for a brief moment. You feel a slight moment of relief, only for his sobs to continue even harder than before.

“I promise I’m fine, Jungkook. Please stop crying. If you keep crying, I'm going-” You beg, and immediately he straightens his posture, looking deeply into your eyes with his red puffy ones.

"You can't leave me ___. Please don't, I'm so sorry. I promise it'll never happen again. I swear on my life, please just don't leave me. l don't wanna be alone," He utters, his voice breaking and his hands trembling uncontrollably. You know you can't leave him even if you wanted to. Your heart won't let you.

"I know this was a mistake, Jungkook, and it's okay. I'm not going anywhere. Please, just stop crying. Seeing you cry makes me feel so much worse about it," Tears threaten to fall from your eyes but you maintain your composure.

You almost flinch when Jungkook approaches you, but instead you remain very still. He grabs you and pulls you into a tight embrace, as if letting go would mean losing you forever. You can still hear small sobs escaping his throat. You rub his back gently to soothe him. That most definitely wasn't your Jungkook. The soft-hearted soul that brought you soup when you were sick and gave you flowers after work is the Jungkook you know.

"Are you okay?" Your co-worker Lisa asks with concern laced in her tone. Your body language stiffens and you freeze at this question, uncertain why she would ever assume anything is even remotely wrong. You almost subconsciously touched your hair; maybe it was messier than usual today. However, deep down, you know exactly why.

It was yet another day at your boring office job, one that you hated due to its lack of Jungkook. Lisa was your only friend there and she constantly fussed over you, making it difficult to keep the darker parts of your guys’ relationship under wraps. 

"Uh, yeah. Why?" Lisa's eyes scan you over with suspicion.

"Uhm, no reason in particular. It's just, I don't remember you wearing this much makeup," She says, disguising her question under ones she truly wanted to ask.

"I'm going for a new look. Also, I haven't been sleeping well lately," You reply, trying to sound disinterested. Lisa's eyes narrow in on your arm before grabbing it, rolling up your sleeve and exposing it fully. 

"Then what the hell is this?" She yelled. A dark blue bruise had formed across your arm. You've been revealed, and you're afraid. Embarrassed. You yank your arm out of her clutch and hold it close to your chest to hide the bruise. It was one he had given you a few days ago when you had tried to leave the house with something a little too revealing. 

"I ran into something," You explain frantically.

"___, c'mon, I'm your friend. Can you be honest with me? Especially if you're in danger. You really think I haven't noticed these recurring bruises? Did Jungkook do that?" You stand up abruptly, eager to defend not only yourself but your relationship. Your Jungkook would never do that. Not on purpose, at least. 

"No, Lisa, I'm not in danger. And Jungkook would never hurt me. How could you even think that? Actually, I- I'm not hungry anymore. I think I'm gonna skip lunch and leave early,” You mutter. You take your lunch bag and walk to the exit, ignoring Lisa’s calls after you. 

On the way home you desperately have to fight back the tears that fill your eyes. You don’t know why you’re crying. Everything is perfect.

Right, perfect. 

When you walk into your shared apartment, you don't even try to call out to him. You know he's home, since he doesn't work on Wednesdays.

You set your keys and lunch bag down on the small table near the door as you walk in. You then slip off your shoes lazily. You just want to peel everything off and escape, especially after what just happened at work.

But, of course, while you make your way through the kitchen, you just have to run into the island. Just your fucking luck.  It mentally sends everything over the edge. Once you're finally at your breaking point, of course that's when Jungkook decides to enter the kitchen.

"Fuck, it hurts. Damn it." You curse, hunched over and clutching onto your foot. You stubbed your toe, and really hard. You hate life so much right now. He kneels down gently, removing your hands from your foot to observe the extent of your injury. 

“Damn ,you got your toe good. The nail looks like it’s about to fall off. I told you that you need to be more careful. I'll go get the first aid kit," He says gently, placing your foot down on the tile floor. He darts out of the room to grab the kit from inside the cabinet.

When he returns, you're still there sitting on the tile floor, waiting for him. He sits down on the floor beside you, placing your foot in his lap.

"This is gonna sting" He warns as he tears open the alcohol pad and wipes away the blood that remains on your toe.

You wince and tears brim in your eyes, but Jungkook shushes you with a kiss to your cheek before he wraps your toe with a bandage.

  When he's done, he pulls you into his lap, holding you close and you can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. You bury your face deeper into his chest, inhaling his familiar scent to calm your senses.

"Bad day at work, baby?" He questions, his warm hand drawing shapes on your back.

You nod into his chest, reluctant to lift your head up.

"Wanna talk about it?" You shake your head, deciding against telling him what happened. At this point he doesn't need to get worked up over nonsense from work. Right now it's only you and him, just you two in the world, and that's all you need from him.

  This Jungkook, your Jungkook. The one who plays with your hair when you lay in bed together, the one who massages your pains away, and the one who will listen to you complain for hours. That's why you stay.

You are cuddling on the couch, Jungkook holding you in his arms, a large blanket draped over the two of you as you watch a casual movie on the TV. You stretch, sitting up. Jungkook protests, trying to pull you back down. You wished you could stay in his embrace, but you had to use the bathroom really badly. 

“I’m leaving for a second, okay?” You whispered. Jungkook sat up so fast you flinched. It all happened so fast you couldn’t even process what had happened. 

Drops of beer drip from your hair falling onto the carpet. He'd poured his drink on your head. 

Just because you wanted to leave. Not leave him. You'd never leave him. You'd just wanted to leave the room. But obviously, he took it the wrong way.

You watched in shock as he ran around the apartment breaking plates over the counter and pushing decorations off the walls, completely trashing your guys’ place. There was nothing you could do besides watch with your mouth agape in utter disturbance until he stopped and broke down. 

You had realized after a while that Jungkook was self-destructive, and whenever he hurt you physically or knew he hurt you mentally he'd break down. His tantrums usually included destroying things around the apartment or sobbing into your arms. You're typically there to comfort him. You build him up all over again and hold him down, like an anchor.. He needs you here and present when he’s like this.

You try not to cry. Not in front of him. But not only had he done some hurtful things; he'd poured a drink on your head. All over a misunderstanding. It isn’t fair. Whenever he needs you, you're there, so why does he hurt you repeatedly? Your mind tells you, this is Jungkook, but your heart says, it's not your Jungkook. This isn't the man you love.

"Please calm down, Jungkook," You plead and he does, simply by hearing your voice. You can't help the way your tears continue to rush down your face and how your body jerks as he gets closer. You can no longer fight the fear you have of your boyfriend.

"No, baby… I’m sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear. I'm bad, aren't I? There's something wrong with me. I'm a monster," The crack of his voice pulls you back to the present moment. This is what you're meant to do. How could you ever think differently? You're meant to ground Jungkook. He needs you.

The place is a mess, but he did not hurt you. Yes, your clothes are a little damp, but he didn't strike you like usual, so he's getting better. You're helping him get better, and soon he'll always love you the way he used to. So, you wipe away your tears and open your arms for him.

"I'm fine, Jungkook. Look, I'm not crying anymore,” You give a big smile through your tears,  “You didn't hurt me. This is just a rough patch we're going through, and we just need each other more right now. You're not a monster just because you have these big emotions. You're still the Jungkook I love. Come here, I'm not mad at you," He runs to your arms, hugging you close.

"There's something wrong with me,__. I don't like hurting you, but I always do. It's like l'm not myself anymore. Look what I did to our home..." He looks away from you and observes the mess he made of the apartment from being blinded by rage.

"The apartment is fine, I'll clean it up. You deserve to relax. Go get undressed, I'll run you a bath," You whisper sweetly to him, and he doesn't protest. He simply leaves a kiss on your lips before heading into your shared bedroom.

Before you even realize it you're on your knees trembling. You're falling apart. You can't, not when he needs you. Not when they need you.

Since that day, Jungkook hasn't hit you.

He merely punches the wall, or tugs your hair, and you're honestly fine with it. You truly believe he's getting better. You hope that soon he'll only hug you and kiss you again, so you'll no longer have to keep repairing the walls. It's a dream, one you know can become reality.

You decide to invite two friends over after work. You have been feeling the gap between you and your friends becoming larger lately. Maybe what you need is one day where you can act and speak freely. However, to your dismay, when you arrive home with your friends, you spot Jungkook making a sandwich in the kitchen. You calm yourself so your friends don't catch on to your panic. You hadn’t expected him to be here, he was supposed to be at work.

"Hi, Jungkook," You say, trying to sound as normal as possible. He briefly stops making his sandwich to narrow his eyes, trying to get a good look at who's behind you.

"Hi,___," His eyes don't leave the direction of you or your friend's.

"I wasn't expecting you to be home," You say, trying to begin a casual conversation. You felt unsure of how this all looks to your friends. You hoped this was a normal couple conversation, but you could never be sure with Jungkook.

"Yeah, I got off today. Thought l'd surprise you," He smiles, but it isn't that of a man happy to surprise his girlfriend. You can tell by now that it's an angry smile.

"Oh, well, I just decided I wanted to bring some friends over. This is Jennie and Lisa. They’re friends from work," Your body language is closed off and doesn't match your cheerful tone. He just nods, expressionless. You want the world to swallow you whole. 

Jungkook grabs his sandwich and leaves the kitchen, not even bothering to put back any ingredients he used. He just storms out of the kitchen, leaving you to jump at the way your bedroom door slams shut.

"You guys can just set your stuff down here," You stutter, unable to look your own friends in the eye.

"Are you and him fighting, or something? I sense tension," Jennie observes as she puts a hand on your shoulder, causing your whole body to jerk a little in pure instinct. 

“___, what's going on? First of all, you just flinched for no reason, and second of all, why the hell is Jungkook being such a dick to you?" Lisa questions. You can't give her an answer, so you just ask them to leave. You can't completely unravel Jungkook's progress because of something as menial as hanging out with your friends. 

"What? We just got here, you can't be serious," Jennie gapes with an annoyed tone.

"You don't understand, if Jungkook's mad, you have to leave. If you don't, I can’t-" Before you can dive in any further and realize what you just admitted, Lisa interrupts you, sending you over the edge.

"I fucking knew it. That bastard is hitting you isn't he? ___ ,you can't protect him. You know that's not normal. He isn't supposed to be-" Lisa rages, but before she can finish, you interrupt in with an angry shout.

"Shut up!" You yell repeatedly as you push them out of your apartment. You lock the door and sit there for a while, your back to the door until you hear their voices drift further and further away. You can’t believe what just happened.  Now you need to get Jungkook. You need to calm him down before it gets out of hand.

You find yourself rushing to your shared bedroom, bursting open the door. The calculated silence of his actions are what hurt you the most. He flipped the mattress, pulled out the drawers, threw clothes everywhere and broke a picture frame. That was usual behavior from him, but what frightened you was how calm. He was just standing there in the middle of the room, not making a single sound. You can tell something’s in his hand. When you finally catch a glimpse at what it is, your whole world halts for a moment.

"Jungkook…I…I swear I can explain. You just need to calm down, baby,” He grips it tightly, his knuckles white, and he turns to face you. In his hand is a positive pregnancy test.

”What the hell is this? How long have you been hiding this from me?” He screams, shoving the test in your face.

You’re at a loss for words. You’d hoped to have more time, just a little more time to ease Jungkook into the idea of becoming a father, to be just a tiny bit more patient. 

“I found out a few weeks ago when I realized I've been missing my period,” You explain quietly. Jungkook throws the test to the ground, and you can see him visibly shaking with anger.

”You're lying to me,” Jungkook whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.

”I’m not, I swear-“ Jungkook doesn't even let you finish his patience. It’s already worn thin.

“Lift up your shirt,” He demands, but you don't answer him. Instead, you look away, not wanting to face his pressuring gaze anymore.

”if you dont lift up your fucking shirt ___, I swear to God,” He warns in a menacing voice, so you finally listen. You didn't think he could get any angrier, but seeing the small swell of your stomach has pushed him to the limit.

”No wonder you wont let me fucking touch you. Why do you think it's okay to lie to me twice?” Before you can answer, he’s already asking you another question.

”Is it even mine?” Those words almost break you. How could he even think that? After everything you’ve done for him.

”Of course it is. Whose else would it be?” You’ve lost your reasoning side and now you're shouting at him. This is not good. This is going to turn into a fight.

”I don't know, you seem to be a pathological liar to me so you could be lying about that too, ” You weren’t a liar, you did this for the good of your family. You did this for both of you. 

“I did this for you. I knew you were having a rough time so…” You trailed off.  He ran his fingers through his hair just to give his hands something to do.

”So why the hell haven’t you gotten rid of it?” There’s no way he's serious. He’s lying. He’s joking. This isn’t the real Jungkook.

”This isn’t the real you, baby. The real Jungkook would kiss me and tell me it's okay. He would promise to love our baby. He wouldn’t say something like that,” You start speaking quicker, your panic growing faster than you can process. You need to breathe. You need to have a moment to yourself. You’re about to cry and hyperventilate, and that would only upset him further.

“I’m gonna go. I can’t…You’re not like yourself right now and it's scaring me,” You turn around, no longer facing Jungkook.

”You better not walk out that fucking door, ___,” Instead of walking, you run.  You run into the bathroom and lock the door before Jungkook can get to you. You step into the bathtub, closing the shower curtain behind you. You turn on the shower as hot as it can go. You ignore Jungkook’s shouts and banging from beyond the door in hopes the water can drown him out. However, no matter how hard the water pressure is, you can still hear the filthy words Jungkook spews at you. You cover your ears, crying silently on the bathtub floor to the  contradicting sounds of pure rage and the calming  shower. You can only remember thinking that is not your Jungkook. 

You wake up to the sound of silence and soft snores. Jungkook is spooning you close in his arms, his nose resting on the nape of your neck. You sit up slowly, removing his arms from around you. You observe that you’re in the living room, on the couch. As soon as you look toward the direction of the bathroom door your eyes widen in shock. A man-made hole is punched straight through the middle of the door.

He was probably afraid that you killed yourself or something since you were in there so long. You drove him to do that. If  only you had just told him the truth from the get go, then he would’ve never gotten as angry as he did. You keep pushing him over the edge.

”I'm sorry, Jungkook. I'm so sorry I lied to you,” You whisper to him. You thought he was asleep, you hear a response after you go quiet.

”It’s fine, baby, I promise. I overreacted. I'm sorry. Are you and the baby okay?” He asks, his voice sympathetic. You nod and snuggle closer to him. At this moment, you’re slightly relieved because this is your Jungkook, even if he is a little crazy.

However, you’re more relieved that he hadn’t found the plane ticket tucked away when he ripped all the drawers out. 

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AYYY I LOVE SAD GIRL!!!! Will jk ever leave his wife for her 🙈

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I don't think he would leave his wife per se, but Jungkook would definitely tell her he will in the future while knowing he won’t, and continue to use his power over her as leverage for certain things. He does like the reader, but he also loves getting what he wants, and what he wants is a woman on the side while also having one to care for him at home.( I love you, and feel free to continue asking questions!!)

[strawbarryjiminie]

Sad Girl ✮⋆˙

Description: You have it all. The career, the lifestyle, and the friends. But one thing is missing. Your new secretary. And nothing can stop you from getting what you want. Not even that fact that he’s married.

Pairing(s): Secretary!Jeon Jungkook x CEO Fem!Reader Genre(s): yandere, workplace romance, office au

Warning(s): infidelity, yandere themes, obsessive jungkook, sort of obsessive reader, manipulation, sexually explicit content: protected sex, degradation , dom jk

WC:12k

Author Note: My first fanfic! I am thinking of making a master list of Lana inspired fics. I originally posted this in December 2024 but deleted it when it gained no traction. I’m reposting it in hopes people read it. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed this!

Song-Sad Girl by Lana Del Rey

You never settled for less.

This statement echoed in every corner and aspect of your life. Your work, your friends, your family, and especially your relationships. You expected everything and everyone to live up to your very high standards, including yourself. This made it very hard for you to maintain much social interaction.

However, if made you extremely successful. Your hard work allowed you to experience a point of wealth and success that many others your age could never dream of. You worked hard your entire high school career, making it into your dream college and launching your phone company, XG tech, which was a huge success. You were making seven figures by the time you were 23.

It was hard, of course. You rarely spoke to those close to you. But it’s paid off, not in just being wealthy but that feeling that you’ve made it. You find just as much happiness in a Chanel bag as you do looking up at your skyscraper headquarters in Seoul, one of your many buildings scattered across the country.

Your driver opens the door for you, and you smile, thanking him as you step out and quickly inside the revolving doors. A group of five immediately surrounds you. It includes your manager, personal assistant, and three other people who work under you, Your personal assistant, Jimin, glued to your side, hands you your morning coffee.

“Good morning, Miss ___.” He says. You wave at the receptionist and step into the elevator, Jimin pressing the top floor. The elevator begins to whir, whisking you up into the depths of the building.

“Morning. What’s my schedule for today?” You ask, taking off your sunglasses and placing them in your bag. Jimin clears his throat, fixing his huge square glasses and reading off of his clipboard that never left his hand.

“At 9, you have a meeting with the executives to address the issue about the rival company. Then, at 11 you’re meeting with the advertising team to discuss the possibility of bringing in some temps from America to give a global perspective to your market. Then at 1 you’re meeting your new secretary. Thats about it, pretty easy day,” He recites to you. You cock a brow, and turn to your manager, Namjoon. For most even yourself at times It’s hard to tell the difference between all your personal workers. The difference is that Jimin runs the errands for you, like getting food and cleaning, while Namjoon makes your schedule. The other three are secretaries, although they mostly just handle your publicity. He smiles.

“New secretary? I thought I told you that I didn’t need one.”

“I know, but you’ve been so clogged up with silly work that’s meant for a secretary. I know you already have a few, but I assigned him to be your main one and be in closer proximity to your actual work, to help lift some weight off your shoulders. You have been tense lately, ___.” He rubs your back, but you quickly push him off.

“Whatever, as long as he’s qualified.” You spew as the elevator dings open to your floor. It reveals a long hallway that’s decorated with paintings, statues and proof of your success in forms of awards and such. Some doors are stamped along the way, where your underlings worked. You open the large double doors to reveal your office.

It was your pride and joy, honestly. All the walls were made of windows, allowing you to gaze upon the city. On both sides were bookshelves filled with your favorite reads. You even have your own mini bathroom and kitchenette, along with your huge desk that simply screams power and success. You place your bag on your desk, powering on your computer.

“Would you like me to set up the meeting room, ma’am?” Jimin asks. You sigh, rolling your eyes. You hate meetings with the executives. Even though they work for you, they always act like you’re some stupid little girl. Assholes.

“Yes,” You answer solemnly. Jimin taps on the face microphone.

“I need people in the meeting room stat,” He murmurs as he stalks out of the room, everyone except Namjoon following him. He sits on one of the chairs that are in front of your desk, pulling up the sleeves to his polo.

“Listen, ___, are you okay? I wasn’t lying when I said you’ve been stressed,” He tells you, his eyebrows furrowing. Your roll your eyes, opening your email. He does this every single day. You’ve known him since you started your company, you’d think that he’d realize this is how you are.

“I’m fine, I promise. Jennie is forcing me to go out tonight, if that makes you feel better,” You reminisce on the borderline threat your best friend had made last night. Namjoon smiles, tapping the desk and getting up.

“Good. You need to loosen up,” And with that, he leaves.

“___, your secretary should be on his way up now,” Jimin tells you through the pager on your desk. You reply back a quick ‘thank you’ and straighten up your desk a bit. Although you didn’t do much today, it felt like a lot. The meetings with the executives was as boring as usual, complaining about your rival company and how they want to release rumors or something to shut them down. You tell them the same thing every time, you will play the fair game and let your product talk for itself. Then, the marketing team talked you into letting some English folks on team to provide a new perspective for the global audience. Long story short, it’s been a day.

Not only do you hate meeting new people, you hate adding people onto your team (the CEO team, of course) because you prefer a tight knit team. Jimin as your PA, Namjoon as your manager, and Hoseok, Jin, and Yoongi as other various secretaries and workers. That’s all you need, honestly. And you love having work to keep you busy. Namjoon came down during your lunch break again to make you more open to the idea, going on and on about how free you’d be, but it just made you feel worse. You love your work, it’s your passion. But you’re only agreeing to it because you know it’d make him happy.

You check yourself in the mirror. You’re wearing your typical outfit: your hair in a tight bun with miscellaneous pens and pencils sticking out, a blouse tucked into your pencil skirt, stockings and your red bottom heels. You don’t know why you feel so nervous, but you do. Jimin pages in to let you know that he’s on the floor.

The door opens up, and he steps in. Honestly, you’re surprised. In what way- you can’t tell yet. He’s a taller man, with fluffy jet black hair that reached his nape, and big dark eyes that contrasted to his pale complexion. He’s quite handsome, and he looks to be only around 5 years older than you. You were expecting someone older and kind of uptight, but as he walks in, he has kind of a playful vibe about him. His gaze catches yours, and his lips immediately form into a big smile. He bows deeply, and you reciprocate with a small dip of your head. He strides up to your desk, where you can get a better look at him. He’s wearing the typical office attire, a polo with work pants and shoes. His ears and lip sports small holes, proof of piercings he likely took out. He reaches out to shake your hand, which you take. You notice small hand tattoos, which you don’t observe further.

“Hello, my name is Jeon Jungkook. I am going to be your new secretary,” He says, bowing again. You smile, repeating the same phrase in your head: Be nice!

“You can speak more casually with me, Jungkook. I’m pleased to meet you. What brings you to this job?” You ask. You practically cheer in your head at how nice and professional that was. Jungkook smiles even wider, sitting in one of the chairs by your desk.

“Well, honestly, I love your products. I bought my own XG last year, and I love it. It uses new technology so it never needs to be charged and only runs off of solar power, running through a system of complex pieces that allows that energy to maintain itself for weeks without sunlight, which is just an amazing way to use clean energy. Plus, your whole brand is all about conserving the environment and- sorry, I’m explaining your company to you!” He rambles. You giggle. Giggle? You never giggle. Why do you feel so giddy around this guy?

“That’s alright,” You reassure him. He chuckles awkwardly.

“Sorry, I’m kind of a big fan. I’ve been studying business since I was in high school, and I find your ethics fantastic. I quit my old job since it wasn’t what I was looking for and applied here. I was so surprised when I found out that I would be a secretary- under the CEO, nonetheless! I’m so excited to work with you!” He adds. You smile again.

“I’m happy to have you here.” You say, suddenly feeling sort of awkward.

“So, what can I start with?” He claps, looking around. You clear your throat, peering at your computer. Your thousands of emails always make you anxious, so it’d be nice to clear it out. You just never find times for stupid tasks like those.

“Uh, if you wouldn’t mind, you could clean out my emails? Separate them through important and junk, and I’ll go through them tomorrow? If I have time?” You ask. He immediately smiles and jumps up, opening the satchel he has around his torso and pulling out a laptop.

“Of course, Miss ___. Right on it!” He says, opening the laptop right away. He leaves the room, to what you assume is his office. There was one empty one right next to yours, so it makes sense he would get that one. You giggle to yourself. He may be more fun than you had initially imagined.

You open Facebook, searching up “Jeon Jungkook” in the search bar. You don’t usually use your work computer for personal things like this, but you could just argue that you wanted to know more about your new secretary. You hadn’t seen him the entire day, and you were busy with miscellaneous tasks. He did end up clearing out your emails, going from 4,000 unread to only 400. He also printed out some documents, a task you had been putting off, handing it to you warm and held together with a paperclip. He left soon after that, having already stayed 30 minutes past the end of his work day, and and you regret not asking more about him. He tickled your curiosity, for some reason.

You immediately found his profile, and upon clicking on it, it looks pretty normal. His profile picture is of him with sunglasses throwing up a peace sign, and the cover photo is a beautiful mountain landscape framed by a sunset. His bio reads, “Here for a good time.” He’s 35, which is crazy to you since he looks your age, yet a decade of time separates you two. You scroll down further, your eyes skimming past the other information until it lands on relationship status…

Married. Shit.

You don’t know why your heart sinks when you read this. You really don’t. You had completely forgotten that one of your company rules is that you only hire people who are engaged or married to discourage workplace romances. How could you forget about a rule you instated yourself? You sigh, and keep scrolling, still a bit curious. He doesn’t post often, just one here and there mostly about a dish he made or a place he went. The only picture you could find of his wife was their engagement photo. You still couldn’t get a good look at her since it was taken from the sign. Luckily, he tagged her, so you tap on her account.

Jeon Soyeon. She’s 32, around the same age as her husband. She works as a teacher at a local NYC private school, She’s pretty, but has an assertive vibe around her. You feel a pit form in your stomach. You’re richer and younger than she is, yet you still feel jealous. You feel disgusted with yourself. Forming a crush on your married and much older secretary was the last thing you needed right now.

“Whatchya doin’?” A singsong voice calls from in front of you. You yelp, immediately closing the tab and facing in front of you. It is, of course, your best friend, Jennie. You roll your eyes. You don’t want to question how she got in here; you’ve told Jimin several times to keep her out of the building. She tends to be a distraction to you, which you obviously don’t need. She still finds ways to weasel herself in. She is your only friend outside of the workplace, which you don’t know how. Your typically cold demeanor tends to turn off most people. You’ve concluded that she’s too dense to take most things to heart.

“Hey, you promised to go out with me tonight! It is almost 6, and way past your shift. C’mon, I found the cutest dress for you!” She squeals. You roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time.

“Okay, fine. And remember, I’m only doing this because you promised to not talk to me next weekend at all.” She laughs as she pulls you out of your seat.

“Uh huh, sure.”

“Are you sure this club is okay?” You ask, peering out the window at the passing buildings, the lights looking like stars against the night sky. You felt yourself getting nervous. Not the whole club aspect, but about if anyone spots you. You never ran this by your publicists, so you don’t want to be spotted at some messy club. Part of your “marketing” is supposed to be “relatable young girl”, and you’re regularly sent o it to do things like this, but you rarely do it without your marketing team saying so. You’re scared that some paparazzi would find you there, but Jennie assured you that it’s a private club that the elite hang out in. She would definitely know, she’s, like, the biggest nepo baby. Her family has generational oil money, so she doesn’t have a job (except partying and bother you). You met her at a “rich people” ball you were forced to go to, and she’s been attached to your hip since. Oh, and her goal in life is to marry a rich guy and become a “trad wife”. Whatever the hell that means.

The car stops, so you thank the driver and step outside. You face a typical Seoul building, the only difference being a lit up sign and colorful lights that point to the inside. There’s a line of people that stretches down the street while the bouncers carefully check IDs and let them in. Jennie steps out after you. You’re wearing similar outfit, both in skin tight sparkly dresses and high heels.

The bouncer recognizes you immediately and allows you two inside. You’re introduced to a large room, with a big bar on one side and plenty of leather chairs. Loud music thrums across the floor by a DJ, and the center of the room has a large dance floor that is filled with people. You look over at Jennie’s face, and she look estatic. This is definitely her scene.

She immediately starts conversing with a group of young people, other nepo babies she probably realized. You say something about getting a drink, which you’ll definitely need to get through this night, and she doesn’t acknowledge you so you decide she’s fine with it. You practically push your way to the bar, sitting at one of the leather seats.

The bartender makes his way over to you, and you order your drink. He starts to fill is up before gasping.

“You’re ___, right? I have an XG, I love it so much!” He holds up the sleek phone design you recognize as your own. You give him the awkward smile you always do when someone tells you this. You never know how to respond. After a minute, he slides the drink over to you. You take a sip, that fuzzy feeling spreading across your chest as the bartender sneaks a picture of you. Whatever, if he posts that it’s a problem for future you.

You drink faster, aching for that feeling of all your thoughts going away. Of course, Jungkook pops up in your head again. You’ve been thinking about him since you met him, even though it was only a couple hours ago. You couldn’t believe that someone who worked for you and was married was consuming your mind. You never usually develope crushes. You’ve only had one or two relationships and a few one night stands, but you never got this giddy feeling that you’ve had with Jungkook. It’s weird, and you don’t like it, so you keep sipping to try and get him out of your heard.

“___? Crazy running into you here.” Uh, what? You’re trying to get him out of your head, yet you could’ve sworn that you just heard him say your name. You must be going crazy-

You turn your head. Holy shit, it’s Jungkook! You seriously thought it was a hallucination- but there he is, in the flesh. His ears are filled with piercings, with one on his lip. He’s wearing a short sleeved shirt, so it surprises you that he has tattoos that travel all the way up to his shoulders. You don’t know why, but the “bad boy” look that he has going on turns you on way more than that professional look he had earlier on today. You have to keep yourself from biting your lip. Suddenly, your logical side kicks in as you analyze the situation. Okay, Jeon Jungkook, the married 35 year old man, is sitting in a club next to you. And, also, maybe you’re delusional, but you swear he scans your body.

“Jungkook! Oh, um, I kinda promised my friend I would come here with her but she ditched me,” You pout, taking another sip of your drink. He chuckles, watching you carefully.

“That’s mean of Jennie, huh? Leaving you all alone like this?” He says, in a low voice that’s almost sultry. You giggle. What the hell is with all this giggling lately?!

“I mean, sure, but what about you leaving your wife and coming to a club like this?” You quip. Jungkook smirks, his gaze settling onto yours.

“How did you know I had a wife?” He questions.

“How did you know my friend’s name?” You shoot back. You stare at each other for a few tense seconds until both break out into a light hearted laughter.

“Touché. So, tell me, did I do a good job as your secretary, Miss ___?” Your name slips in a way that makes your squeeze your legs together. Okay, now you’re officially confused. He is married, without a doubt, yet he’s obviously flirting with you. What’s his goal? Maybe they’re going through a rough spot? Maybe they’re split up? Maybe she cheated? All of these thoughts cause you to accidentally ignore Jungkook.

“I’ll take that as a no?” He says playfully. You take another sip of your drink, his stare hanging onto every thing you do.

“Oh, uh, no. I mean, yes, you did! Very good. Very- yes, great…” You stutter. Okay, what is happening? You’re usually so good with your words, yet your face is heating up like a school girl talking to her crush. Jungkook seems to notice this, causing his smirk to widen even further.

“You’re quite the speaker, aren’t you, Miss ___?” His words slip out smoothly. This can’t be the same nervous, awkward, bubbly man you met this morning, can it?

“You can just call me ___, alright?” You say, staring straight ahead at the racks of bottles in front of you. You need to gather your senses.

“I dunno, I like the ‘miss’,” He says lowly, staring at you intensely. You slam your hand against the table, whipping your head around to face him.

“Okay, what’s your problem here? You’re married, and you’re at this club obviously flirting with me? What are you trying to achieve here, Jungkook?” You accuse, gripping your cup. His smug look melts off of his face, his eyes falling to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve cleared things up with you. My wife and I are separated right now, so I’m just looking to find someone fun and you seem to be the one I’m looking for. I don’t know what I’m thinking trying to pursue you, I guess I’ve always thought you were pretty and I tried applying but I truly never guessed in a million years I would be accepted. Let alone be your secretary, so I just got too excited and I apologize-“ He rambles, but you cut him off with a quick peck on the lips. You smile coyly as your method of shutting him up works.

“You talk too much,” You whisper, both of you being mere inches away from each other. 

“But I think it’s cute..”  You whisper once again. You can feel his breath on yours, and you’re sure he can hear your heartbeat. The tension is so thick and intense that it feels as though the rest of the club pauses, like you two are the only ones that matter. It’s only a few seconds, but it feels like ages.

Finally, you both simultaneously can’t take it anymore. Your lips meet, yet this time it isn’t just a quick peck. Your mouth's fit together like puzzle pieces and it is absolutely mesmerizing, intoxicating, as if you two are just made for each other. The kiss is hungry and aggressive, like you’ve been dying for this for years even though you haven’t even known him for a day. It’s electric, and every single part of you feels alive.

Jungkook’s hand finds itself entangling in your hair, his hand weaving through your strands and pulling your head back to deepen the kiss. He’s standing now, his seat left forgotten. You don’t care how many people could be watching you, you only care about him right now. The way he easily overpowers you, how he smells like cigarettes and cologne, his tattoos, the way his cold piercing rubs up against your lip , everything is so euphoric it's almost like he’s a drug you can take over and over again.

Your heads and lips move in unison with each other , and his other hand rests respectfully on the side of your stomach. You can’t help but crave for him to explore you more, but you’re too busy with how your mouths are now open. His tongue explores yours, and you can’t help but whimper into his mouth. This is absolutely electrifying, you can’t get enough of him. You knock over your drink on the table, but you couldn’t care less. At this point, he is basically on top of you, your bodies pressed against each other on the small bar chair.

However, you’re forced to pull away when you hear your name called from your side. You (sadly) pull away from Jungkook to look to see who is was. Jennie stands next to you, her mouth dropped open. Suddenly, all of your logic and sense floods you. You realize where you are and who you are: a famous businesswoman in the middle of a club, kissing a man who looks like a biker. What were you thinking. You practically push Jungkook away, wiping your lips and fixing your hair. That, by far, was some of the worst judgment you’ve had in a while. He is your secretary. You just made out with your secretary. What are you doing? You quickly pull out a twenty and slap it on the table, running over to Jennie. You turn back to Jungkook, who looks like he’s just experienced whiplash.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at work,” You say with a stoic expression, turning back to Jennie. She’s staring at you like you’re an alien. You usually keep things like this private, never telling her about any of your rare hookups or boyfriends, so this is extremely out of character for you. You grab her hand and push into the crowd before he can even think of going after you. You lead her to the bathroom, pushing open the door and heading over to the mirror. Wow, you look crazy. Your hair is a mess, your dress is asymmetrical and your lipstick is everywhere. You turn on the sink, running your hand under the water and smoothing down your hair.

“Uh, okay, I have only about a million questions. But first, who was that?” She squeals, jumping up and down. You shake your head, sighing.

“That was a huge mistake.” You tell her, using your pinky to fix your lipstick. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, staring at you through the mirror.

“C’mon, if you don’t tell me you know I’ll find out eventually,” She threatens. You know she’s not lying. With unlimited resources and time, she can do anything. No point in keeping a secret. You fix your dress and turn to her. Luckily, you picked a one stall bathroom so there’s no one else in here but you two.

“Fine, he’s my secretary. Today was his first day,” She screams at this, and you cringe. Her squeals and screams that she always does are like nails on a chalkboard to you.

“OMG, so scandalous, ___! He is so totally cute, too!” You sigh again.

“Yeah, okay, but there’s three major problems. One, we have a no tolerance rule for workplace romance, two, he’s ten years older than me, and three he’s married.” Jennie drops her purse at the last one.

“Married?! Wait, I take back what I said.”

“I know, he said they’re separated right now,” You explain. Jennie shakes her head, picking up her purse.

“Okay, but separation doesn’t mean divorce. I know he’s cute, but I promise at your level you’ll find way hotter. That’s just some stuff you don’t mess with. And I know that’s crazy coming from me, but trust, okay?” She smiles softly and rubs your arm. You smile back, nodding. She makes sure you’re okay before skipping off, saying something about finding some “meal”. She was right, “married” territory is nothing you should be messing with, especially with a reputation as big as yours. And when someone like Jennie, who’s a complete wild card, tells you you’re going too far, that causes you to have a huge wake up call. You make an internal promise to stay away from your hot secretary. Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

That monday

You take a bite of your croissant, your head resting against the window. There’s a chilly breeze in the air today, and the sky has orange and yellow leaves floating through it like confetti. The Seoul ambience of honks and sirens fills your ears as you push down the window, craving that fresh late October air. You’re dreading going into work today. The thought of facing Jungkook after that disaster on Friday pains you. You looked into firing him and finding a new secretary, or having none at all, but he’d have to at  least work one year at the office before he could leave. You were absolutely fucked. You had spent the rest of your weekend in your bed, sulking about your decisions. You can’t believe how immature you had acted.

However, after two full days of berating yourself, you decided to try and fix your mistakes. You went to pilates this morning and picked out a comfortable outfit, opting for a soft sweater and dress pants with kitten heels and your blue Birkin. Your croissant was extra flaky today, done some journaling, and found out that your style was trending on social media. It was a good morning, and you weren’t letting anyone ruin that for you.

Your car stops in front of your building. It looks extra serene today, the glass windows glistening in the early morning glow, almost sparkling. The top kisses the clouds, and it honestly just looks beautiful. You smile, stepping out of the car and sucking a deep breath in. You crack your neck and open the door. You half expected Jungkook to be there, but your usual team of five meets you.

“Good morning, ___,” Jimin greets you as usual. They follow you as you walk into the elevator, the lobby filled with people waiting probably for interviews. They stare at you with awe. You were honestly quite famous, the internet loved the idea of a young woman that was more successful than most grown men. The elevator closes and Jimin starts with his usual rant.

“Okay, so, first things first, your SVP wanted to speak to you about something in his office right away. Then, at 10, you need to talk to the new American temps. At 11 HR wants to talk about upgrading their office. At 1 marketing wants you to film a video for the company tiktok, they’ve written the script and it should be in your email. Then at 3 there’s a zoom meeting with some overseas investors. Jungkook said he can handle the little things so you don’t have to,” You know it sounds like a lot, and most of your daily tasks are things underlings would accomplish, but you personally ask for these things to be run by you since you want to make sure everything’s perfect.

At the mention of your secretary’s name, your heart skips a beat, but you shake your head and ignore it as the elevator opens up to the executive floor. Your 40 story building is very organized, with your floor at the top and the executives beneath you. The rest is split between HR, communications, finances, fundraising, media, marketing, directors, managers, specialists, everyday employees, and more. You love taking on the minimal tasks like something as small as HR upgrading their office, because you see your company as your baby and you want to monitor its growth closely. Although this does create a lot of work for you, it’s what you thrive on.

However, it’s always a chore talking to the executives. Besides the SVP, the other ones were too high and mighty for no reason. The SVP’s name was Taehyung, and he is around your age and is always very interesting to talk to, to say the least. This floor basically just has offices for the executives, mostly filled with PA’s and secretaries running around. They bow to you, and you try to reciprocate as much as you can. You reach Taehyung’s office, his PA paging him and opening the door for you. You smile at her, walking through, having Jimin come with you.

The executive offices are almost as nice as yours, overlooking the city, the only difference being the size. Taehyung is sitting at his messy desk, typing away. Upon seeing you, he jumps up and smiles.

“___! Hi! Please, sit!” He gestures. You listen and sit down, taking off your sunglasses and handing your coat to Jimin.

“What is it?” You ask. Taehyung raises a brow, leaning back in his seat,

“Fiesty today, huh? Okay, fine. Well, I’ve been talking to a few directors, and they wanted me to just bring it up to you even though they’re planning on pitching it to you next week. They think that next next big step for XG is a new piece of tech.” He says, watching carefully for your reaction. You scrunch your brows, crossing your legs and staring at him.

“Tech? Like what?” You question. Taehyung smiles, spinning around in his chair before stopping suddenly and snapping at you.

“I dunno, something new and different. Headphones. Tablets. Computers. Laptops. Just think, it would be life changing. The whole world is gonna want the brand new XG product, I promise! Imagine a nice ass computer that doesn’t need to be plugged in!” He spreads his arms out and gazes off into the distance. You raise a brow.

“And do I have a choice in this?” You ask. Taehyung’s crazy eyes snap back to yours.

“Well, you are the CEO. But you know what I say, if the board of directors want it…” He trails off, waiting for you to finish, but you just stare at him with an empty yet confused expression. He sighs, crossing his arms.

“…then they’ll never quit. Ugh, c’mon, do you even know me?”

“Remind me why you’re not fired yet.”

Finally, you get to have a break. The day was absolutely full. You hardly got breaks in between events. After seeing Taehyung, you headed to the marketing floor to speak to the new temps from France. It proved to be a challenge, forcing you to dig up your old French lessons, but they proved to be very sweet and helpful. Then, you talked to HR and agreed to replace their printer and give them a new espresso machine. After you had your lunch break, which you usually have Jimin grab from a place down the street but you decided you wanted to get out, so you enjoyed a nice salad and drink at a nice little restaurant. Then you called some other CEOs from other buildings across the country. You’re friends with them all, and respect their jobs. Even though you’re the owner, you obviously wanted to be invoked and make yourself a CEO as well. You filled the rest of the day up without meaning to.

Honestly, in the back of your head, you were dreading going to your office because you knew a certain someone was going to be there. However, now you need to go onto your computer to have a zoom meeting with some investors. You don’t know why your heart is thrumming as the elevator ticks closer to your floor. This is ridiculous, you shouldn’t be scared of stepping onto your own damn office.

The doors open, and you step out. This is one of the few times where no one is trailing you, for your secretaries were busy (that includes Jungkook, as far as your knowledge allows), Jimin was already in your office cleaning it up and Namjoon was doing whatever he does during the day. It’s weird, but it feels good to be by yourself sometimes.

You walk down the hallway, your heels echoing against the floors. You find yourself peeking into the offices along the way. You spot Jin speaking on the phone, and Hoseok and Yoongi typing away at their computer. Your breath hitches as you pass Jungkook’s office. Which, is strangely empty. Your steps slow down as you continuously stare inside, looking for him. Where the hell-

“Oh, hi Miss- oh!” You bump into a tall male body in front of you. He falls to the ground, with you following him. He’s pinned to the ground with you on top of him. You rub your head.

“Shit, I’m sorry- oh, Jungkook?” You say, looking down at him. You lock eyes, and for a second, your mind flashes back to Friday night and that absolutely amazing make out session. Your knees are on either side of his leg, and you’re practically straddling him. You need to get these dirty thoughts out of your head. You apologize again as you scramble to get off of him, grabbing your purse and holding out a hand to help him up. He grabs it, his hand being twice the size of yours. He stands there, holding your hand for a few extra seconds before ultimately dropping it.

You both hold each other’s stares as he steps back, and then, to your surprise, he bows quickly and deeply, his arms behind his back and his head practically touching his knees.

“Miss ___, I want to deeply apologize for my actions on Friday. It was extremely poor judgment , and I’m sorry for dragging you into my messy relationship, but I promise to remain professional from now on. Once again, I’m so-“ You lightly touch his back, and his big eyes peer up at you. You bring his shoulders up so he’s facing you directly. You smile softly.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. We all make mistakes, it was my fault too. I’m sorry. Let’s agree to both maintain professional, okay? Give my best to your wife,” You say sweetly. Jungkook laughs, fiddling with his hands awkwardly, obviously relieved.

“Okay, good, thank you. I-i’ll get back to my work now,” He stumbles and falls, laughing as he rushes into his office. You quirk a smile. Okay, perfect. You guys squashed the tension. You suck a deep breath in, feeling a lot better as you turn and walk into your office. You wouldn’t settle for being some workplace mistress anyway.

One month later

Your seasonal depression was hitting you badly.

You always loved pools, warm sand and palm trees, not socks filled with snow and biting chill in the air. Yet, that typical sadness that came with the snow was affecting you more than it usually does. You yearned to leave the city and escape the cold Seoul weather, but you’ve basically been trapped. Your schedule has been filled to the brim since you’re in the middle of making new XG products, specifically wireless headphones. There’s so much work that goes into something like that, so even though you control your own hours, you can hardly even have a weekend to yourself, let alone have a nice vacation to escape the weather in Bora Bora or something. Its awful.

Yet, there’s another reason. You have developed an insatiable, insurmountable, beguiling and absolutely grandeur crush on Jeon Jungkook, and it’s eating you alive. Seeing him every day and being reminded of that electric night in the club, craving his touch and not being able to doing anything about it. Wanting to rip off his clothes and pounce on him but knowing he has a beautiful spouse waiting for him at home. You had tried to satisfy your urges with other men, but it never worked. Every time you closed your eyes you thought of him, yet you couldn’t have him. It didn’t help with the fact that you couldn’t even villainize his wife. She is gorgeous and sweet, she literally dropped by your house and gave you a homemade pecan pie as a thank you for hiring her husband. You wanted to die. You were always a romantic, so you tried to think of a big word to describe your big feelings. You’re melancholy, crestfallen, mornful, despondent, forlorn. No, sometimes, simple is better. Less is more.

Sad. You’re sad.

It’s hard because you have everything you could ever dream of. You can basically buy anything you want, you’re extremely successful, and you could have any guy you want. Yet, none of that matters. All you want is him, and that hurts. His jokes, his smile, his eyes, everything about him fills up your senses and floods with the essence of him. It’s not fair. If only you had met him earlier. You would do anything to switch places with his wife. To be her, feel her husband’s presence around her, the laughs they must share, the memories they’ve made. You would give up everything and become a teacher just to be with him.

You have everything, but it feels like absolutely nothing, coincidentally all at once, everywhere, all the time. You tried to suppress your feelings, convincing yourself that you can’t throw away all your hard work like that even if it’s metaphorically. Still, you can’t help it. Despite inside, you’re still just a little girl that craves love and attention.

The past few weeks were excruciating. You felt like you were selling yourself, wearing tight little outfits and doing your makeup up more just to get his attention. However, it never eluded more than his usual professional demeanor. Then you started to feel stupid, and like a homewrecker. So you gave up, and simultaneously, became more depressed.

And, now, it’s Thanksgiving, and you’re sitting in your office, staring blankly at your screen. You had given the entire office off today, but decided to come in because whenever you’re not doing work you think of him. Your family never usually planned Thanksgiving, so you typically just stayed home, and doing that was not an option. The worst times were when you were alone with your thoughts.

However, now you’re just beating a dead horse. You’ve been here for hours, and have competed all the work that can when you’re by yourself. Now you’re just staring at the email screen, “unread” reading zero as you mindlessly keep refreshing it, waiting for something to finally pop up. Something finally does, and your heart skips a beat. However, you quickly realize it’s some scammy company that wants to “collaborate” with you. You sigh, deleting it and looking away from the screen. You’ve been staring at it for so long that everywhere you look you can see the white pixels and black words. Your fingers are cramped up from typing.

You finally get up and stretch, and this is when you realize it’s dark. The last orange hues of the sunset have disappeared, the sky dark and dots of stars popping up. The only light source in here besides your computer and lamp is the fire in your marble fireplace that crackles softly. You can’t believe you spent the entire day working, on Thanksgiving for God’s sake. You feel stupid as you stretch out. You wander over to the fireplace, pulling your cardigan closer to your body. Since you’re the only one in the office, the heat was shut down so it gets quite cold. Jimin usually sets the fire for you, but you were able to figure it out. You love your office, even though it’s big it has a nice ambience and a soft orange glow surrounding it. Still, that feeling is still gnawing at you. You stare at the fire, watching it eat away the firewood. You’re not sure how long you stay there, but you jump when you hear a knock at your door.

You immediately grab the baseball bat that you hid by the fireplace for occasions just like this and hold it out in front of you.

“Who’s there?” You say skeptically, your fingers gripping the cold metal.

“___? It’s me, Jungkook. I left my jacket in your office and I really need it since I’m going skiing tomorrow. Can I come in?” You hear him call. You breath out, rolling your eyes at your own dramatics and dropping the baseball bat. You quickly take down your hair and your blue light glasses, running your hands through your hair in an attempt to tame it. You didn’t think you’d be running into anyone today, so you’re wearing a simple outfit consisting of a pink cardigan, thermal stockings, a denim skirt and hi-top sneakers. You feel embarrassed that Jungkook will see you like this, but nothing you can do now.

“Yes, of course,” You say, attempting to look busy by grabbing a book by a nearby bookshelf and opening it up to a random page. You hear Jungkook walk in, his boots stomping against the floor. You can practically feel his stare as he walks in, but you pretend to be engrossed in this random piece of literature.

“Good book, huh? What’s it about?” He questions. You quickly glance at the book, only to realize that you were reading it upside down. You roll your eyes and throw the book on your desk, rounding it and sitting down. Jungkook laughs as he walks over to your printer, grabbing a thick black jacket that was laying across it you hadn’t noticed before. He picks it up, playing with the fabric before turning around to look at you.

“___, why are you at the office on Thanksgiving?” He asks. You sigh, knowing that question was coming. You decide to not entertain him.

“I could ask the same for you. You could’ve gotten the jacket tomorrow or something,” You quip, pretending to be busy with random papers on your desk. Jungkook sighs.

“Yeah, but I needed a reason to get out of the house. My wife’s family is over, and they hate me so it’s kind of stuffy. How ‘bout you?” You click open a pen, filling out a form for something completely random.

“Never said I would tell you my reason in return.” You say. Jungkook sighs again. You feel kind of bad, you’ve been pushing him away lately. It’s your way of trying to get over him. After a few moments, he speaks again.

“Listen, I don’t know why you hate me lately, but-“

“You guys still going through a rough patch?” You say, still pretending to be infatuated with your papers.

“Huh?” Jungkook questions. You look up at him, folding your hands together.

“You and your wife. Still going through a rough patch?” You hadn’t meant to say that, but you did. Jungkook holds your gaze as he sits down, his eyes eventually falling to the floor.

“___, I’m sorry. Truly. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, and I guess I could tell you had a little crush on me, but-“

“Really? What gave you the hint?” You spit, looking back down at your papers. However, Jungkook stands up, pushing your desk back. Startled, you look up at him. He looks upset.

“You didn’t let me finish. I’ve been a fan of you for a really long time, you don’t even understand how I admire you.but it’s not just that I admire you. ___,  I like you. A lot.” He pauses and takes a breath before continuing.

“My wife Soyeon and I- we don’t get along very well. Our marriage was arranged for us by our parents so we had a rough beginning. Right now though she’s more of a good friend than a spouse. I mean we try, we really do or we did, but it’s so fucking hard. We rarely have sews and when we did it was to try for a baby, that she wanted, mind you and now she’s pregnant.  I just wanted to live more and It’s just all happening way too fast especially when we don’t even love each other. How can we give love to someone when we don’t even hold that love for each other?” Jungkook's voice breaks as if he’s holding back tears you try to chime in but he still has more to say.

 “To put it simply I crave touch. I crave affection. I crave you, ___. So much. You probably wouldn’t even fathom the effect you have on me. I initially thought this could work but now you just seem so disgusted by the mere thought of me. I mean, you literally ran away from me, so I can’t help but think you hate me. I can’t really blame you, if I was in your situation. I'd despise myself too.” He admits. His eyes are so big and glossy that paired with the words stab your heart, as you stare up at him. You never realized how much he was hurting before now.

“Jungkook, I want you too. But we can’t do this, Jungkook. If word gets out that we were together, I’d be more than screwed,” You tell him. Jungkook leans over your desk, so your faces are inches from each other, his breakdown from only moments ago seemingly long gone. His eyes develop into a different gaze; one of pure hunger.

“So, what you’re telling me is we’ll have to be careful.” And with that, he kisses you. You aren’t ready to give in. You cant not when your mind knows it’s wrong, but when he roughly grabs you by your hair and pulls you away you know you’re too far gone.

“We can keep this a secret between us___. Can’t we? Pretty please~” he says mockingly. He lets go of your hair and leisurely makes his way around the desk. Your body can no longer stop itself as a warm dampness forming between your legs. 

“I guess I can make an exception just this once,” you say that’s when you hear Jungkook's laugh there’s something different about it more sinister. It sends tingles up your spine as your back leans against your desk.

“God, you’re so adorable.” He says pulling you in for an even rougher kiss. You barely have time to register it before he was sticking his tongue down your throat. Your eyes close instinctively to bask in the euphoria. The way Jungkook grabs your jaw to hold you still as he gags you with his tongue sends butterflies straight to your stomach. 

Jungkook continues holding your jaw as he sucks strategically on your neck and collarbone. Gosh, is he leaving hickeys on you?! So much for be indiscreet you briefly begin to think.

Your eyes travel down to watch as he does so and you catch him already staring at you, but you feel like he’s staring through you. His eyelids are heavy and pupils dark. You’re never usually shy but under his gaze you can’t help it there’s just something about this man that makes you squirm under him.

Jungkook pulls away from your neck once he’s satisfied and starts to unbutton his dress shirt whilst admiring his artwork.

“Is this desk stable?” Jungkook asks. 

“I assume so. Why?” You say breathlessly. 

 “Are you really asking me why?” Jungkook chuckles, giving you that tingling feeling once again.

“ Well, cause I’m gonna fuck you on it that’s why?” He smirks.  Jungkook wastes no time throwing his shirt aside and hooks his hands under your thighs, setting you on the desk. It doesn’t feel that great sitting on a bunch of papers and pens so you quickly push them to the ground beneath your desk.

You sit there anticipating Jungkook's next move but completely don’t expect it when he rips open your blouse, tearing a few of the buttons off.

“Sorry, I guess I was a little too rough. But I can’t be the only one shirtless.” Jungkook explains. You take this moment to actually appreciate Jungkooks body, damn is he toned, his pecs are huge. You almost reach out to touch them however Jungkook gets ahold of your bra first.

“I’ll let you touch my chest as I fuck you but I wanna see what’s under here first.” He tugs at the undergarment relentlessly before you pull it over your head, not even bothering to unhook it. You’ve always been rather insecure about your breast size so you’re a little ashamed to show Jungkook. You suddenly feel insecure under his gaze so you shy away from him.

“___, Just focus on me, nothing else..” you feel him suddenly clasp your breasts. His hands are cold to the touch so you shudder a little. 

“This is you under that cool exterior, huh?” You notice what it means and immediately realize you’ve already failed to keep your calm, cool demeanor.

“You just keep getting better and better. I wish you could ride me right now.” Jungkook tugs down your tights not even bothering with your denim skirt. You can’t believe you didn’t realize how dirty he’s speaking right now, you really can’t help but find it’s super hot. 

After pulling down your tights low enough, Jungkook pushes up your skirt to get a good view of your core. He goes in hot with 2 fingers making to thrust them deep inducing you to  whimper and squirm a little in Jungkook's hold. Jungkook makes sure his other hand is clasped down on your hip, semi-holding you in place.

“you’re soaked down here. Guess there’s no need to prep. From the feels of it,  seems like you were already dripping when I walked through the door. Oh, were you thinking about me baby? That’s sweet ,” you try to let out a yeah but are unable to as jungkook quickens the pace of his fingers.

“Should I let you come on my fingers,___? Should I?” He questions you nod between your moans still unable to get words out. You can tell Jungkook’s messing you though and he seems to like it a lot. 

“I can’t hear you,___? I’m gonna start counting down..”  you wish you could say you hate him for this but damn, it turned you on so much. You love it when a man can take control, you especially love it when the edge you. You’re so consumed with your thinking you don’t hear Jungkook say one. So when you start to hear the unbuckling of his belt you realize he’s gonna give you what you want. You’re so curious to know what it tastes like, feels like, and just how big it is.

“Ugh, do you feel how hard I am?  This is what I have to endure everyday ___ and it’s all for you.” Jungkook teases your entrance with his cock, tracing your hole with his tip that’s dripping with precum. Jungkook takes his time doing this, paying no mind to your whining.

“Jungkook..” you groan and Jungkook laughs. 

“Ah, you want my dick. Is that all you want from me? Do you even like me?” You swear you hear a hint of sadness in his voice, the sadness you had been hearing earlier. Instead of glassy eyes and stuttering words you’re surprised with the big stretch from Jungkook thrusting inside of you.  And he definitely is big, that's for sure. Jungkook's cock remains dormant inside you for a bit after the first thrust as if he’s taking it in and preserving this moment.

“Is that all you got left in you?” You muse, these being the first words you mutter in a while. Jungkook doesn’t seem to find this all that amusing when he wraps his hand around your neck, choking you slightly.

“I’m trying to last long, baby. But it’s hard when I have a needy whore begging for my cock.” Jungkook chides as he begins thrusting again. His pace is quick and hard. Leaving no room for objection. You had pictured this differently and Jungkook has most definitely surprised you in more ways than one. but you’re also happy with the way it’s going. Maybe you’re infatuated with Jungkook  already or it’s just the way Jungkook is with you right now. He was so rough and blunt. You just can’t help but like the way he repeatedly hits your g-spot itching you  closer and closer to your climax.

You reach out to run your nails along his chest leaving angry red scratches. His hand that was once on your neck grabs your breast and starts squeezing. You know you’re about to cum but you aren’t sure if Jungkook really even cares. His pace is too quick so your body barely has time to register what’s happening after you orgasm. And of course this orgasm has to be the best one you’d say you’ve ever had. 

Jungkook pounds into you still his thrusts getting shakier as he lets go of your breast and grabbing you by your hips.  Your best guess is he’s about to cum. That’s when suddenly reality hits you in the face. You’re still on your post orgasm high so your mind can hardly register what you want to say as you’re slurring your words.

“J-Jungkook..” you moan out in between breaths hell bent on speaking a full sentence. 

“That feels good, huh?”he asks whilst his fingers roughly dig into your hips.

“P-pull out” you groan out finally. 

“You really think I’m a novice, I know what to do ___.”  Jungkook gives one last jerk of his hips whilst letting out a loud groan. Your mind races because you don’t think he pulled out so that only means one thing. 

“Lookie here, I haven’t came that hard in a long time.” He swings around the condom playfully in your face before tying it and tossing it into a small trashcan next to your desk. 

You sigh in relief. You’re most definitely not going to be having a child this early in life.

It’s as if you blink and Jungkook’s pants are already on. He wastes no time getting himself back together with you on the other hand just sitting there on the table starstruck. Your legs feel like jelly so there is no way you’re getting up anytime soon.

“You’re leaving?” You ask secretly knowing your answer.

“What else would I be doing right now? I’m definitely not staying the night here,”

“Do you maybe..want to come over-“ you begin but soon notice Jungkook isn’t even listening. 

“Damn it’s late. Didn’t think it’d take this long. Wow, now this bitch is blowing up my phone, Fuck this now I’m gonna get an earful. Can we rain check?”Jungkook hurriedly said as he grabbed his jacket that had been for his main objective, he gave you a wave and jogs out of your office while on the phone with his wig you assume. 

The best sex with the worst aftercare imaginable was that even considered aftercare. You probably shouldn't have let him walk out like that but he was in a rush and hopefully maybe it’s just because it’s Thanksgiving it’s got to be that.

You feel like you just got whiplash. One second, Jungkook is a rambling mess around you, and the next he’s saying these dirty things? Then suddenly running out? What the hell is up with him? Your logic, as it so often does, washes all over you once again. You’re sitting here, naked, on your desk in your empty office after your married secretary just fucked you on Thanksgiving.

What a strange turn of events. 

You quickly throw your clothes back on, massaging your legs and getting up. Your legs are a little wobbly, but nothing you can’t handle. You check yourself in the mirror. Your neck is decorated in bruises, your eyes are watery and your hair is an absolute mess. You let your head fall onto your arms. You feel like absolute shit. Jungkook made you feel so good, yet you’re doubting yourself. You feel like a homewrecker, like a slut. 

Your therapist had told you that you look to fill up the voids in your life with simple hook ups like that. You feel like you betrayed yourself. Shit. But, also, a deep part inside of you liked it more than you should have. It loved the scandal, the risk and the drama. Seriously, what’s wrong with you?!

Suddenly, your office phone begins to ring. The last thing you can focus on is work right now, so you ignore it. However, it rings again, so it must be important. You pick it up, waiting for the other person say something because you simply just don’t have the energy.

“Hello? Is this ___ ___? Hi, I’m Jeon Soyeon, your secretary’s wife,” A sweet voice rings from the other side. Your eyes immediately widen. Shit, did she find out already? Jungkook only left ten minutes ago, but she could have put two and two together. Your guys’ little rendezvous added about 30 minutes onto what should’ve been a quick trip to get a jacket. You’re absolutely screwed. She could expose this to the public, and your company would be doomed. 

“Yes, Jungkook just stopped by to get his jacket. Anyway, he told me that you’re spending Thanksgiving alone and I felt awful. So, I wanted to call and ask if you’d like to eat with us,” She offers. Your eyebrows scrunch. Could this night get any weirder? 

“Oh, thanks for the offer, Mrs. Jeon, but it’s really fine,” You tell her, trying to conceal your breath of relief.

“Please, I insist! Ever since Jungkook landed the job, we’ve been more well off than ever. We’re paying off all of our debt, and we’re saving up to replace our car. You’ve seriously made our lives so much better. Can we please just give you dinner? As a way to thank you?” She practically begs you. Your morals are split right now. She sounds serious about letting you come over, but you and her husband were very intimate not even an hour ago. Would it be wrong? A little voice tells you in the back of your head that if you get friendly with her now, she’ll be less likely to expose you if she found out later on. Is that terrible to think? 

“O-okay, thank you so much. I’ll be there soon,” You say without even thinking about it. She thanks you not one less than a million times before hanging up. You sigh as you let the phone settle back into its cradle. What did you just agree to?

An hour, a ton of foundation, and a change of clothes later, you were ready. You had also taken a plan b just in case. You know that Jungkook used a condom, but you couldn’t be careful enough. The more you thought about it, the weirder it was that he was carrying one with him, but you couldn’t think about how weird this night has been. That was a problem for later you. 

Jungkook and his wife didn’t live that far away, only a five minute drive with New York City traffic factored in. You live in a nice apartment that overlooks central park, and the Jeons live near you in a normal shared apartment a couple blocks down. It was suburban and lovely, so you didn’t feel a need to bring security with you. While you were getting ready, you had your chef bake a pumpkin pie so you didn’t come empty handed. You grip the pie plate as the car comes to a stop. You thank the driver, stepping outside. Since it’s 7:00 on Thanksgiving, there’s practically no one on the streets. It smells ever so slightly of various Thanksgiving foods, but mostly turkey. Your stomach grumbles, and you hadn’t realized how hungry you are.

After giving her your personal number, she texted you their address. You pressed the button outside, and Soyeon allows you into the building happily. Inside is a nicely decorated typical New York City apartment complex, with plants here and there, a laundry room, mailboxes, stairs and an elevator. You opt for the elevator, pressing the third floor. Your painted red nails grip onto the pie, your anxiety skyrocketing. What are you doing? 

The elevator dings open, so you step out, your heels clicking against the stone floor. The hallway goes on for a bit in both directions. You search for the apartment number Soyeon had told you, and you find it quickly. You stand outside of the door, trying to find the courage to knock on the door. What’s stopping you from turning around and going back home? You could tell her you got sick or something and couldn’t make it. However, something is drawing you inside. A deep, dark, twisted part of yourself feels excited. Like you’re about to get caught, and that electrifies you. You shake your head, and knock on the door. After a few seconds, it whips open. Soyeon stands there in a casual, floral dress and minimal makeup. She smiles deeply, bowing as she steps to the side, allowing you inside. You thank her, stepping in and slipping your shoes off. You hand her the pie and thank her once again for allowing you to come over. 

“No, its you I should be thankin- oh, Eunji, you scared me!” She laughs, holding her hand to her chest. You look down, and your heart stops.

Standing by Soyeon’s feet is a little girl. She can’t be more than six years old, and she stares up at you with wonder in her eyes. Her silky black hair is pulled into two pigtails, and her chubby face holds two big eyes with cute lashes. She’s wearing a dress like her mom’s, with stockings on. All in all, she’s adorable. However, your mind starts spiraling. No, it can’t be. She can’t be-

“Our daughter. This is our daughter, Eunji. She loves you so much and has been so excited for you to come over. She keeps telling me, ‘I wanna be like Daddy’s boss one day!’” Soyeon giggles, rubbing her daughter’s hair. You say hello to Eunji with a forced smile, but you don’t feel like yourself. It’s like you’re watching your life through a movie. You feel sick. He told you Soyeon was pregnant, not that they had an entire child together.

Searching desperately for an explanation, you look to the walls of the apartment. They are decorated with pictures and paintings. Some include the family. There are ones from when Eunji was a baby, where they are sitting in a lush green meadow and staring lovingly into each other’s eyes while holding her tiny little body. However, what you see next is what fills your mouth with vile. 

A picture of the three of them sits right next to you. Jungkook has his arm around Soyeon’s waist, planting a kiss on her cheek. Below them is Eunji, smiling into the camera. You look at Jungkook’s outfit. He’s wearing a blue plaid polo with black pants. You remember him asking you to leave early to take some pictures. You obviously let him, not asking what they were for as to not intrude. In this picture, where he’s so obviously in love with his wife, he’s wearing that same outfit.

That day was exactly a week ago.

Jungkook lied. He’s in love with his wife. They aren’t going through a rough patch, they never have been. They are a small, happy family. Her lied to you, He’s been lying to you. Shit, you really might throw up.

“Hello, Miss ___. Thank you for coming on such short notice,” You hear a voice say. You’re pulled out of your thoughts as you look behind Soyeon. Standing there is Jungkook. He had changed as well, wearing jeans and a black sweater. Why does he have to effortlessly look so good? He bows deeply, staring at you the entire time. His words are polite and professional, but his eyes are a different story. His eyes read lust, hunger. A shiver runs down your spine. He almost looks like he’s enjoying this situation way too much. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one that suggested you come over. You clear your throat, quietly thanking him since it’s all you can muster.

Soyeon then invites everyone to the dinner table. Sitting on it is a large, browned turkey with bubbling gravy, green beans, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and much more. It honestly all looks amazing. You take the seat farthest from Jungkook. After saying thanks, you all start to dig in. They all have a normal conversation, Eunji talking about things from school and her Mom talking about work. At some point you even join in the conversation, answering the child’s questions about your job and how she can do the same one day. The food is amazing, and drinking some wine makes you feel better. It’s honestly nice, and by ignoring the mostly silent Jungkook, you find yourself having a good time.

After you finish your slice of pie, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You step in, closing the door behind you. You stare at yourself in the mirror, touching up the foundation on your neck. The longer you look at yourself, the worse you feel. This wonderful woman who is giving you delicious food and letting you into her home is a few feet outside the door, next to her husband who you elicited mere hours before. You hear a knock at the door. You don’t even need to ask who it is because you already know.

Jungkook steps in, letting the door close behind him. You immediately pick up his scent that you’ve gotten so addicted to, breathing it in heavily. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush to him. You feel your legs turn to jelly. His face presses up against your neck, pushing your hair to the side and breathing in your expensive perfume. Goosebumps fly across your body. Suddenly, you push him off, turning around to stare at him.

“Jungkook, you lied to me. You and your wife are perfectly fine. You have a child. Why are you doing this? What do you want with me?” You accuse him. Jungkook plants an innocent face on, and you want to slap and kiss him at the same time. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re so pretty. I can’t help myself,” He practically pouts, staring at the floor. You roll your eyes.

“I’m just so confused. You have a loving wife and daughter, yet you’re pursing me. Why? Are you trying to sabotage me? You’re from my rival company, right? Trying to expose me for being a homewrecker? You won’t get me, I swear. I have resources, I can dig up the darkest shit about you and-” Before you can finish your sentence, Jungkook wraps a strong hand around your neck, pushing you against the sink. You feel yourself struggling to breath, yet heat spreads across your whole body.

“I’m not from the rival company, although I can access the security cameras and find the footage from tonight, so don’t ever speak like that to me again. I’m not some sort of psychopath, but I want you. And I’ll do anything to fucking keep you. That brain of yours is always searching for some kind of logical explanation, but sometimes there is none. Sometimes there’s just want, pure, unadulterated want. Nothing more, nothing less. If you really wanted to expose me, wanted me gone, you would have. You’re the owner, you’re telling me you couldn’t fire a stupid secretary like me? Please, ___. It’s bullshit. I know you like it too. I fucking know it. Don’t deny what your body needs, okay? Maybe an affair is all a Miss Goodie Two Shoes needs. Got it?” He growls, his voice getting lower as he speaks his harsh words. Although what he’s saying is violent, it sends sparks down to your core. You bite your lip. Maybe he’s right. You can’t settle for being a side piece, right? You remember what Jennie said, how messing with a married man is messy territory. A smirk forms on your face.

She hasn’t seen your man. 

Two months later

“...and just a few loose ends before the XG headphones are completed,” You finish, smiling as you press “next” on the slideshow, revealing the “end” slide. You look down the long table of executives. Taehyung smiles and gives you a huge thumbs up. 

“I have to say, ___, it’s genius. I figured that it was just going to be wireless headphones powered by the sun, but this is genius. Allowing every person to coustomize their headphones with the color, stickers, and more is perfect. Your headphones will always be relevant since people can change them to follow the trends,” The COO says in awe, staring at his notes. You try to hide your surprise, he rarely ever compliments you.

“That’s right, gentlemen. This is going to be a hit, not only here, but everywhere.” You say in your big CEO voice. After a couple of seconds, they all start clapping. Your smile widens, you live for these moments. You wrap up the meeting, and Jimin runs up to you, scribbling on his clipboard as Namjoon follows close behind.

“That was perfect, ___. Absolutely perfect, I’m so proud of you,” He says, patting your back in a fatherly manner. 

“Perfect, you were right when you said you needed to pitch it again to get them completely on board. This is going to be a huge hit. We already have 5 million in pre-orders, and the entire internet is buzzing about these headphones. Our rivals don’t stand a chance,” Jimin giggles almost evily. Namjoon chuckles, his eyes sparkling.

“Although he sounds crazy, he’s right. I’m really glad. You’ve found a way to balance your work and personal life. I love it, honestly. You’re happier, and it’s reflecting on your work. I love nothing more,” He tells you. It’s true, you’re talking to your family more and Jennie introduced you to three of her friends, Rosie, Lisa and Jisoo. You guys have been hanging out a lot lately, from late night karaoke to dancing the night away in various clubs. It’s honestly a blast, and you feel like a real true young adult in your twenties. However, going to work the next day and doing what you love most make syou the happiest. You feel the best you have in a really long time. The empty void you had has been filled. In fact, it’s overflowing. You love it.

“Thanks, Namjoon,” You say sincerely. He pats your back before Jimin starts speaking again.

“Do you want me to call your driver, ___? Your work day is over, and Jennie borderline threatened me to take you to her house,” You laugh at this.

“Yes, I just have to stop by my office. Thanks, Jimin!” You call, making your way to the elevator and pressing the top floor. The elevator whisks you up into the sky. It dings, opening up to your floor. It’s well past when the work day ends, so all your secretaries are gone. 

Except one.

You step into your office, the sunset washing the room into a pink and orange glow. You make your way over to your desk, grabbing your purse. You hear a voice by your fireplace, but you don’t jump. It’s routine for you guys at this point.

“A Bronco was delivered to our apartment this morning. I wonder who it could have been, Soyeon was ecstatic.” The voice says. You smirk, shutting down your computer.

“Yeah, I wonder,” You feel strong hands wrap around your body. You press your head against his chest. As he starts kissing your neck. You giggle, pushing him back.

“Not tonight, Jungkook. Jennie is forcing me to come over,” You tell him. Your back is against your desk, with his hands on either side of you. The tension is thick, and he kisses you about a million times, eliciting laughs out of you.

“Ugh, I swear that she’s trying to take you away from me. Oh, that’s right, before you leave, here,” He pulls out a bouquet of the most beautiful, deep indigo purple violets. You gasp, taking them and smelling them.

“How’d you know they’re my favorite?” You squeal like a little girl. Jungkook smiles genuinely, watching you reaction. He runs his hands up your arms until they land on your head, pulling you in for a deep kiss that’s so sweet you could melt.

“Because I know you,” He says softly. You smile, ducking under his arm and heading to the door.

“Try not to wait up!” You call, causing him to laugh.

On the outside, you’re an extremely successful buisneswoman. You have a style that many would die for, riches people can’t imagine and so much more. You hav everything going for you. You go out with friends often, are gorgeous, yet humble and sweet, and can be professional always. There’s little msot wouldn’t do to be you. You have men wrapped around your finger, and if you said jump, they’d say “How high”? You have everything, and could have anyone. Rumors circulate in magazines and tabloids, saying your with the richest and most famous male celebrities. It’s true, you could have any of them. Yet, you chose your married secretary. Why? 

Maybe it’s the scandalous aspect of it. Allowing yourself to rebel a bit. The way he makes you feel is intoxication, hes like a drug. It’s also the little moments, like getting you a bundle of your favorite flowers. Sure, it’s a messy affair that could end badly for the two of you. But he’s made you so incredibly happy, allowing you to step out of your comfort zone and improve yourself for the better. Maybe all you two will ever be is an affair, and that’s okay. You’re not looking for forever, but rather here, right here, right now. That’s what matters, the fact that your timelines matched up and allowed you two to be in each other’s existence. You were a chapter in each other’s stories. So, the statement that you never settled for less still remained true. Your life is now perfect, because you’re not a sad girl anymore. You’re his mistress on the side, and you’re happy with that.

Because, honestly, have you seen him? He is your man.