𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 18+ [𝐇𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬]

Work Hours Part 3 •Namjoon•

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Previously:

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN EVENTS?"

Chapter 3 - Your POV

"oh, so that's what you about the events" He chuckled nervously and avoided looking at me in the eye as he starts eating.

"we're you thinking of another certain event?" I chuckled a bit and started eating my own food.

"not that I was trying to..." he sounded so disappointed?

"Wow, I didn't think my boss was like this! are you hitting on me by any chance?" he choked on his food at my sudden remark and looked at me

"h-hitting on you? why would I do that to my secretary?" he wiped his mouth and looked at me

"you sounded so disappointed earlier." I continued to eat the rest of my food while smiling
"Besides, have you watched 'what's wrong with secretary Kim?' I heard hitting on your secretary is quite popular these days so I assumed" this time he spits his water on the table

"ew! don't trash my kitchen" I leaned over and got the towel and tossed it to him

"you might be my boss but you're cleaning your mess" He groaned and cleaned it anyway. it wasn't a matter of time until we finished eating and I was about to wash the dishes when he cleared his throat

"I will wash the dishes as a thank you for letting me stay here even if I was a bit of a baby last night" he rubbed his nape and looked down as he walked towards me
"sure suit yourself. but, don't break anything" I walked to the living room to take a nap

"oh, shit" I immediately stood up after hearing him swear and a few things break

"oh, shit" I repeated after what I saw in my kitchen. two broke plates and a boss kneeling on the ground looking like a lost child
"I'm sorry" he smiled at me while holding the broken pieces of the shattered plates

"what I nice way to express your gratitude" I crossed my arms and looked dead straight at him

"I'll pay for it!" he stood up as I got the broom

"money can't fix a broken plate. it will just replace it with something better but it can't replace something that has been given by your mother" I smiled at him and cleaned the floor as well as wash the remaining dishes

"if I had known it was from your mother, I would've been careful" his voice sounded soft but deep. I calmed myself and dried my hands then looked at him

"so you weren't being careful?" I looked down my feet to hold back my tears

"no! I didn't mean it like that!" his voice trembled, his body language, I can tell he is panicking

"it's okay, it's too old for me anyway" I walked out of the kitchen and went to my room to get my phone and then went to the living to see him still standing there at the kitchen