Chapter 2

Yn Perspective

As I entered  Jungkook's room, I couldn't believe my eyes.

There he was, in all his glory, fucking a girl that I couldn't even see.

His grunts filled the air, and the slap of skin against skin echoed off the walls.

I felt like an intruder, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his muscular back and the way his tattoos danced with every thrust.

"Fuck sorry, I didn't know you were in here," I stuttered, and went out shutting the door immediately.

I leaned against the cold metal door, trying to catch my breath.

My heart was racing and my hands were shaking. That was the second time I had to witness his disgusting behavior in a week.

"Such a Playboy, fucker" I murmured under my breath before storming out of the room. I was furious and disgusted at the same time.

How can someone be so shameless?

I went to the washroom to clean myself up, washed my face with cold water and took a deep breath before going back to my desk.

I had to stay calm, I had to keep it professional.

I went to my cabin to pack my things and leave. I had enough for today.

As I was about to leave, I saw Jungkook leaning against the doorframe, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, looking smug as ever.

"You love seeing me fucking another girl, don't you, sweetheart?" Jungkook's voice was like a slap in the face, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I whipped my head around, glaring at him.

"What are you talking about?" I snapped, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Jungkook smirked, taking a step closer.

"The way your eyes lingered on me, the way your breath hitched when you heard me... You're just like all the other girls. You want me."

"Fuck off Jeon" I rolled my eyes , trying to push past him but he stepped in front of me blocking my way.

"I don't know what kind of sick fantasy you have but you are not my type" I spat with all the hatred I could muster.

"Oh really?" He raised his eyebrow "Then why don't you tell me what type of man you like?" He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Someone who doesn't treat women like they're disposable toys," I retorted, my voice shaking with anger.

Jungkook's smile grew wider at my words, as if he enjoyed the challenge.

"Ah, so you're looking for a knight in shining armor, are you? Someone who treats you like a delicate flower?" He took another step closer, his fingers brushing against my arm as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Well, I can tell you right now, Miss Choi, that I am not that man."

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way his breath tickled my neck and the scent of his cologne.

"I'm not interested in your games, Mr. Jeon," I said as firmly as I could manage.

"I'm here to do my job, and that's it."

Jungkook chuckled lowly, his hand sliding down to my waist.

I slapped him away from me. "Keep your hands to yourself!" I hissed, my eyes flashing with anger.

Jungkook's smirk grew even wider as he stepped back, rubbing his cheek where I had slapped him.

"Temper, temper, Miss Choi," he said, his voice low and taunting. "You know you like it."

"I said keep your hands to yourself!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the empty hallway.

Jungkook's smile didn't waver. "Or what, Y/n? You'll tell on me to Daddy?"

"Don't you dare!" I glared at him, my eyes spitting fire. "I can handle you all by myself."

With that, I pushed past him and stormed out of the office, my heels echoing down the empty hallway.

The nerve of that man! I couldn't believe he thought I was attracted to him. The very idea made me sick to my stomach.

As I stepped into the elevator, I couldn't help but feel his eyes on me, burning into my back.

It was as if he was daring me to turn around, to give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak.

But I wouldn't. I had too much pride for that.

The ride down to the parking garage was agonizingly slow, my thoughts racing.

How was I going to work with him? How could I possibly keep my cool around him after what I had just seen?

As I reached the basement level, only to be stop in my tracks as I realized my mistake.

My car keys! I had left them on my desk.

Cursing under my breath, I turned around and went to the elevator to go back up.

"God why me," I murmured under my breath as the elevator doors closed.

When they reopened on the floor above, I marched back to my cabin, my mind racing with thoughts of how to avoid Jungkook.

But as fate would have it, he was leaning against the wall opposite my cabin, his arms crossed over his

"I guess you forgot  something," Jungkook said with a knowing smile, his arms still crossed. "Your car keys, perhaps?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way my heart raced at his proximity. "You're unbelievable," I muttered.

"Where's my car keys?" I demanded, my hand reaching out in front of me, palm up.

Jungkook took his sweet time pulling them out of his pocket and dangled them in front of me, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"What do you want for them?" I ground out, trying not to let my desperation show.

Jungkook stepped closer, his smile turning into a full-blown grin. "How about a little deal?" He offered. "You

spend the evening with me, and I'll give you your keys."

"I'll rather die than spend an evening with you," I spat out with venom.

Jungkook's smirk grew wider. "Oh, I don't think it'll be that bad," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You might even enjoy it."

"Just give me the cars already ," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Jungkook's grin grew even more smug as he took another step closer, his hand still hovering just out of reach.

He looked down at me, his height advantage making me feel even more vulnerable than usual.

"Take it if you want," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. He was now only a breath away, his arms up in the air.

I jumped, trying to grab the keys, but Jungkook was too quick for me. He kept them just out of my reach, his smug smirk growing wider with each failed attempt.

"Jungkook, give me the keys," I said through gritted teeth.

"Why don't you ask nicely?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

My anger reached a boiling point, but I knew that giving into his games was not an option.

"Fine," I gritted out, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Could you please give me my keys back?"

Jungkook's smirk grew even more smug. "That's better," he said, dropping the keys into my outstretched hand. "But I expect you to remember this little favor, Miss Choi."

I snatched the keys from him and turned to leave, but his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. His grip was firm, yet not painful. "

You know," he began, his voice low and dangerous, "you're making this way too easy for me."

"Don't touch me," I hissed, my voice filled with as much loathing as I could muster. Jungkook's grip on my wrist tightened slightly before he released me, his smirk never wavering.

"You know, I think you're starting to enjoy this little game we're playing," he said, his eyes traveling up and down my body. "You get all feisty when you're around me."

"Mr. Jeon I'm saying this for last time stay in your fucking l

imit," I spat out with all the venom I could muster. But his smirk only grew wider. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear.