chapter 1|Aesthete

...Monday, October 07, 2019...

7 am

'Your P.O.V'

''Dad,'' I look up at him while following his footsteps to his office. ''Yep?' he walks up the stairs with me, saying hello to his colleagues that pass by. ''Are you sure I can do this? Aren't you going to be in trouble since I'm your daughter?''

''No don't worry. I'm the boss here so that's fine,'' he reassures me about this, so I head towards his office without fearing anything. The only thing I'm worried about is that he told me that since the secretary isn't here, and that I have to stand in for her, I might have to work for the man I already saw a lot of times and who causes weird feelings to my body without even touching it. I have to do the secretary's work and my dad will pay me in return, that's why I'm here but I'm still nervous.

As soon as he sits down on his desk chair, he puts his papers next to his laptop and drops his leather bag on the floor while I'm standing before his desk. ''What do I have to do?'' I take my leather jacket off and get to the sofa to drop it there.

''Here,'' he already hands me a file, ''Go to the office just next door, this is Jungkook's one, so tell him this is the work he did, and that I just correctedthe little mistakes, all right?'' he first starts with the worst person but I still listen and take the file. ''All right,'' I gather up all my courage and get out of the room. I step to the one that is just on my left, and I knock on the door.

''Come in!'' he shouts from the other side, so I bite onto my inner lip and walk inside. As soon as my eyes land on him sitting at his desk, my heart leaps, but he smiles at me and gets this to be even harder for me. ''Hey, y/n. What are you doing here?'' he takes his attention away from his work to focus on me, running his fingers through his long wavy hair with the help of his tattoed hand.

''I…I'm here to stand in for Miss Park…'' I smile with a lot of nervousness but head up to him, ''And my dad is going to give me money for doing this…so…I'm doing it…'' I step towards him with my wobbling legs but get weak once his smile widens. ''Ah, all right, I understand.''

''Here…that's the work you did and that my dad corrected…'' I hand him the file, and he takes it with his veiny hand covered in some tattoos. ''Thank you,'' he lays it onhis desk but puts his big black eyes on me. ''You look taller with those heels,'' he chuckles but looks me up and down, noticing that the black leather pants and top I'm wearing are completely diffirent from the clothes I wor when I was at my house, and that he visited us.

''Yeah…I like wearing them…''my mind makes me struggle as it took this as a compliment, when it's nothing like it. ''That fits you a lot, but be careful. You could sprain yoyr ankles with that,'' he shows some care as always, his ageprobably making him consider me as a daughter since I'm nineteen, and that I'm pretty sure he's in his thirties. 'Yeah…''

''Anyway, how are you doing?'' he gazes up at me and leans back on his desk chair, placing his elbows on the arms of it to hold his tough hands together. ''I'm doing good…what about you?''

''Same, I just have a lot of work to do,'' he licks his lips but fixes his luxury watch around his wrist. ''What about the cooperative training you're looking for though? Have you finally found it?''

Does he remember this? I thought he didn't really care about what I wastelling him the other day. ''Oh…yeah but…I keep on hesitating…I have till October thirty-first to think about it, but I'm just scared to get into something and maybe regret it…''

''Hm, I know. I was like that when I was your age, but once I started to work in an office, I knew it was what I wanted tp do because I like all the paperwork and all,'' he combs his fluffy hair back but straitgens his back, ''So try something and if you ever decide dislike it, you're young, so you can stop and try something else. You're going to have to work for the rest of your life anyway, so don't feel like it's already over,'' he uses wise words to reassure and brings a smile to my face. ''Thank you for the advices…''

''No problem,'' his charming smile triggers weird sensations in my chest, I wrap my fingers around my arm to cover the front of my body but decide to go. ''Hope you'll have a good day,'' I bow to him, but he does the same with his head. ''Have a good day as well and thank your dad for the work,'' his last words fill my ears, si I get out of the room.

He has this aura that is so powerful and intimidating, I can't remain calm in front of him.

I brush my hot cheek, glancing down to the ground while going back to my dad's office. I walk in without knocking on the door and closes it behind me.''Dad,'' I walk up to his desk as I can see he's working a lot, and I sit down. ''How old is your employee Jungkook?''

''Wait, sweetie,'' he types on his keyboard and checks the sheet of paper laid next to the laptop. I keep quiet to not disturb him, and he takes his glasses off to look at me. ''What's wrong?''

''Ijust asked you, how old is your employee Jungkook?'' I cross my legs but toy with my fingers. ''He's around thirty-two, I think. Why are you asking that?'' he frowns, wondering why I'm having this on my mind. ''Just like that…he seemed young compared to your other employees…''

''Hm, well, some are older but I also have young employees in their twenties,'' he explains to me when I kind of hid the real reason for that question. I just wanted to know how much older than me he is, but I'll never get a chance with him. ''Did he tell you something?'' he puts his glasses back on but sets his eyes on the screen. ''No…just…he thanks you for the work.''

...''Good,'' he acquensces but now works. ''Can you take this agenda and check the meetings there are today please?'' he gives it to me, so I take it and do as told....

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12 pm

''Lunchtime guys! Stop working and take a break,'' my father shouts through the hallways while heading to the stairs with me behind him. He walks down them. So I do the same while hearing some doors opening. I hope Jungkook is going to stay with my dad to eat so I'll be able to see him. ''What do you want to eat sweetie?'' he reaches the lower with me and slows down to stay by my side. ''I don't know, I just want something to drink right now,'' I shrug but get into the cafeteria with him to head to the fridges. I check what's inside while my dad is going to the food display. I take a bottle of milk and then check where he is, but since he's putting some food on tray, I heaf to an empty table and sit down.

I open my bottle and drink, checking the doors' frame. As soon as I see Jungkook walking in, my heart jumps out of my chest, I put my drink down and close it to just look at him. His black silk dress shirt tucked into his tight trousers while he's walking with his long legs. I can't believe that he's so thick that the muscles of his thighs are pressing hard onto the black fabric. I watch him talk with my father, taking some food for lunch.

In a few short seconds that I spent looking at Jungkook, tgey both come to my table for my father to sit down next to me, and Jungkook to get before us. He goes down on the chair but takes a hair tie out of his pocket. He uses it to make a bun in his hair but reveals more of his sharp features. ''Have you got the time to check what I gave this morning?'' my dad asks him but already digs in his food. ''Yes, thank you for correcting all the mistakes. I read it several times to make sure I wouldn't leave any of them, but I think I was a bit too tired while doing it…'' he grabs his spoon and starts to eat as well. ''That's fine, you did a really good job, and there were only a few mistakes. Nothing bad.''

He smiles with relief but fills his mouth with some rice, before raising his big eyes up to me and making me glamce away. ''You're not eating?'' he asks, but I shake my head. ''No…I'm fine with my milk…''

''You should eat,'' he doesn't leave it but keeps on focusing on me. ''That's not good to skip meals, especially at your age.''

''She won't eat if she doesn't want to. She's stubborn, trust me,'' my father tked the upper hand to stop him but apparently, he's more stubborn than I am. ''Well…'' he moves his bowl of rice towards me with the spoon he put in his mouth, ''Eat, if you don't want to listen to your father. Listen to me,'' he smiles, but I grip my bottle with my hands and look at him with a hard pulse. ''Why would I…''

''Ya. Listen to him and eat something'' my father answers in a rude manner. Just because I'm not feeling hungry…Jeez.

Anyway, since it's Jungkook, I take the spoon and feed myself. I'm maybe a weirdo, but knowing this thing was in his mouth between his luscious and rosy lips, this gets me to eat without complaining.

I feed myself while they're both talking about their new project together, Jungkook being his favorite employee since he's a hard and serious worker, he spends a lot of time working with him. In some short minutes, I finish my food and put the spoon down.

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