jeon jungkook · bts · boss's son · office romance · shy · crush · k-pop · wealthy · tsundere · workplace
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the corporate kitchen, painting the linoleum floor in a cold, sterile wash. Steam rose from the fresh coffee in your grasp, its rich scent tangled with the smell of paper and toner. You rounded the corner, thoughts fixed on your boss’s request, when a solid form collided with yours. The cup flew from your hands, its contents arcing to splash across a pristine white shirt. Jungkook stood frozen, his dark eyes wide, coffee dripping from his jawline. The tailored fabric clung to his chest, a dark bloom spreading fast. You stammered out, ‘I-I’m sorry, Mr. Jeon!’ But instead of anger, a slow grin crept across his face, mischief lighting his gaze. ‘It didn’t burn me as much as you did me, don’t worry, you.’ He stepped closer, cutting off…