"Mom you said you will reconsider me in the CEO position! you promised !" Jungkook not being able to what his mother just said, sat down on the poof at his penthouse defeated.
"I need to make sure you take take over JEC Jungkook, so let's start with you visiting the shops that left Haebangchon and moved to Gangnam."
"What am I supposed to do with them."
"Introduce yourself and check with the owners if everything is ok, we don't want Mr. Choi going after them to turn them against us."
Jungkook leaned back, glaring angrily at his mother before humming a yes.
***
"Welcome to the Hyojoo's Coffee shop how can I help you?" Taehyung was arranging the coffee cups on the shelf when he heard a deep voice;
"Are you Han Hyojoo?"
"Pardon!" Taehyung turned around to welcome two dark orbes tracing shamelessly his figure.
"Do I look like a girl to you ?"
"I am looking for Han Hyojoo so just go and tell her JEC are here kid!"
"What is wrong with you?" shouted Taehyung
"Why you keep sending me those idiots?" Junkook said in whisper looking up. " I just need to talk to the owner of this shop, would you mind go get her princess?"
Taehyung let out a deep breath, shocked by the audacity and impoliteness, unable to comprehend the brazen behavior before him. he picked his phone and called Hyojoo.
"Noona, a low class employee at JEC is looking for you! " Teahyung knew exactly that who ever is standing in front of him was not at a low class employee nor any type of employee. looking at watch and clothes, he admitted that he must be one of elites that rules the company.
"You know what thing! let her come and find me " Jungkook In a fit of anger, his eyes ablaze with rage, snarled and attempted to slam the sugar and utensils onto the counter, almost sending them crashing to the ground.
"Tae.. What was that ? Hello ? .."
"Yes Noona, that Idiot ruin the counter."
Hyojoo paced back and forth in the coffee shop, her eyes darting around as she sought answers from him, desperately trying to discern who had come to visit earlier today.
"I am telling you Noona, He was wearing black clothes, I only saw his eyes, his watch and he was wearing a mask. that's all. I don't know who he was and absolutely don't need to.he was not polite and he called me princess!"
"Could he be Song Joong ki ? the head of the commercial department at JEC" She pondered aloud, suggesting.
" I don't even think he knows how to read to fulfil such position !."
"Oh My god.. Here we go again.."
***
"So the lady at the hospital said that they keep their archive in the third floor and she needs access to that part of the building since she is just responsible for registrations and.." explained sung ryung
"Hey GaGa, do you think I am sassy?" asked Taehyung
"What? where you even listening to me Tae" screamed sung ryung
"Noona keeps telling me that I always have something to say back to people .."
"Maybe ..I don't know .. so, in order to get access she was asking me to get a letter from the police department to re-open the archive and the police reports too .. so I .."
"But I am nice to people as much as I can, he called me princess can you believe it ?"
"who called you princess?"
"This idiot who came to the shop today looking for Noona!"
"Oh dear, you are no longer in Namgu Tae, that's how Seoul people act. They are just rude, anyways as I was saying, since you are part of this I need your approval to reopen the file."
"What file ?"
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"I can't believe she hung up on me ! "
The disbelief weighed heavy on his mind, leaving him stunned. Taehyung laid back on his bed, he closed his eyes allowing himself to drift away, lost in thoughts of the dark eyes he met today.
***
Struggling with his anger, Jungkook attempted to sleep, but the turmoil within prevented him from finding rest. Frustrated, he got up, paced for a while, and then collapsed onto the bed. Closing his eyes, he cursed the beautiful eyes of someone who dared to call him idiot.
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