Kim Taehyung's P.O.V

"Kookie," I called out to the young latter, watching as he turned back his attention at me once again arching a brow in process. "I love you." I gave a wink after. Awe, why you look at that. His cheeks are reddening. I watched on how his brows furrowed, his mouths muttering some words. How cute of him to do so. He's probably saying curses behind my back, huh? 

I heard the slamming of the door and I can't help but laugh in delight with his reaction. My, is it his first time hearing someone tell him that? I spun my a pencil around my fingers, moving it back and forth. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you, Kookie." I felt a smirk tugging into my lips. This would be fun. 

Grabbing the phone, I dialed the number of the person I knew who I can tell this story to. I heard the ringing from the other line, I hummed a tune as I waited for the answer. After a few rings, I suddenly heard someone picking up from the other line. "Hoseok!" I exclaimed in delight. "Listen here. I have some news to tell you and it's one of a kind!"

[Dammit, Taehyungie. Of all the times you can tell me the weird stuffs you're doing it has to be now?]

I twirled the cors around my fingers, "Just shut up, tch. Look, it's about my secretary -- "

[God, Taehyungie. What did you do to him!?]

I quickly parted the phone away from my ears. God, Hoseok and his voice. When will he go mute? I doubt it. This guy is like a living megaphone. "Hoseok, the , lower your voice. You don't have a mouth of a megaphone. Also, you sound as if I him or something."

[Wait -- ! Don't tell me you actually him? Oh my god. Control your hormones Taehyungie. Jungkook still looks like a baby. I can't believe you -- ]

"What the !? I didn't!" I quickly defended. "Look, I'm not that thirsty for ."

[Don't tell me the time when he came out of your room a mess, lips swollen, hickeys on his neck you actually -- Oh my god. Why do I even have a friend like you!?]

"Dammit, Hoseok. It's not if he likes it. Besides, he didn't push me or . He allowed me to do as I please."

[You drugged him didn't you?]

"God. I didn't. But hey," I mused. "That's a good idea. I should try it with him someday." I made a mental note. "Thanks."

[Taehyungie, you're disgusting.]

"Hey -- !"

[You're using an innocent kid.]

"I'm not."

[You're playing with his feelings and you're probably gonna break him after.]

"Now, how did you know that?" I gave a clap. "Hoseok, sharp as ever. How did you know I was playing with his feelings? Seems like you've been using your brain these past few days, huh?"

[It was just a guess -- Holy crap! Are you!? Taehyungie, you're sick.]

"What do you mean that I'm sick?" I then placed the palm of my hand on my neck. "My heat temperature seems to be fine."

[What am I going to do with you? Taehyungie, can backfire.]

"That's ridiculous, Hoseok." I scoffed.

[Be cautious, though. Anyways, why the am I even talking to you. I'm busy getting the stuffs you and your goddamn office needs. Bye. Let's talk about this some other time.]

"You're no fun," I told him off before I hanged up the phone. Hoseok really needs to lighten up. He's no fun at all. Just as I was about to go to a site where I can watch , an email popped out. I clicked the email, opening it and reading its contents. Really? I have a meeting with Namjoon? Why didn't he talked about stuffs with me yesterday instead? 

Clock is ticking. I stood up from my seat, dragging the stuffs I need with me. I headed out of my office and quickly went to Kookie's cubicle. Hm, he looks so dedicated today. This is probably to make up for the ruckus he caused yesterday. "Kookie, didn't you recieve an email?"

Jungkook snapped away his attention from h