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Jimin slammed into Jungkook, his arms wrapping around the latter’s tapered waist. He sobbed unabashedly with his face smushed into Jungkook’s sturdy chest, small fingers clutching the fabric of his Armani suit with a fervour not capable of his frail body.
“How-how can y-you n-not tel-tell me?” Jimin hiccupped with a feeble whimper.
Jungkook’s hands awkwardly hovered a few inches above the smaller’s frame, unsure of pushing him away or keeping him tucked in his embrace. He decided on the first option and pried Jimin’s hands off his waist, fixing a glare onto his ruddy face despite his protesting heart.
Jimin scrunched his scarlet nose, doe eyes peering up at the CEO in distress. His lips moved to form words but Jungkook cut him off before he even had the chance to speak.
“Mr Park we are in a professional environment. I would like you to leave my office in this instance and focus on your tasks at hand.” He spoke, voice devoid of any colour and eyes defiant yet scarily vacant.
Jimin reeled back, small fists bunching up by his side. The tears that had started to brim spilled over his cheeks; a glassy pair of orbs swirling with guilt, betrayal, embarrassment and moreover, despair.
“J-Jungkook…” The blonde tried again, feet rooted in his spot. He knew if he took any further steps, the taller would ultimately erupt and Jimin would be left with a scalding pain etched into his heart. He wouldn’t be able to survive it. Not this time.
“Out!” Jungkook bellowed with his back facing the younger, red rimmed eyes hidden once again.
Flinching, Jimin scurried out of the office, swallowing the sound of his choking sobs as he made his way back to his desk with trembling limbs.
Once chance okay? One chance. I’m begging you.