❝I wanna see you in cat ears, and on your knees.❞
❝Say shit like this one more time and I'll fuck you like a dumb whore.❞
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Pranks are harmless, they said. Whoever said that fuckery was utterly wrong because if pranks were harmless, that wouldn't...
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Seokjin'spointofview
"I don't care Mr. Kim, I want new designs ready by this week."
"But that's impossible!" The old man put his hand in the air, showing his irritation.
I looked up, gazing at the man seriously. His expression changed, and he cleared his throat.
"I am sorry Mr. Kim. It is practically impossible."
"Is that so?" I asked.
"Yes sir."
"Okay, you can leave. We will discuss it later."
"Thank you for understanding sir." He bowed and left.
I picked up the landline, and dial a familiar number.
"Ms. Park, fire modelling department head."
"Yes sir, anything else."
"Can you bring me a coffee?"
"Coffee? It is 8 at night."
"You heard me, Ms. Park."
"Yes sir."
"And you can leave after. Thank you."
I hung up the call and again opened the file which was on the table. I checked it thoroughly, it was all about an upcoming fashion show at Seoul and a photoshoot collaboration with Vogue.
A knock disturbed me, but I didn't take it seriously. It must be Ms. Park, with my coffee.
"Come in," I permitted without looking away from my file.
"Yo Seokjin!" I took a deep breath as I heard a familiar voice.
"It is Seokjin hyung, you brat."
"Whatever," Hoseok flopped on the sofa, picking up a current affair magazine.
"Why are you still here Jin?" Yoongi asked as he sat in front of me, swirling at the chair.
"I just wanna complete my work." I lied.
"Is that so, do even know what day it is today?" Namjoon said while holding an expensive ceramic model figure.
"Put that down right now, you'll break-"
My sentence got cut as he got startled by my voice and ended up dropping it. He looked at me, then the figure. He smiled sleepily while rubbing his nape.
"I'll pay for it."
"You better be Namjoon."
I again sighed, I have lost count of how many times I have sighed after these dorks came in my office. Why do I have dorks as friends?
