《Mr. Boss | ✓》XXIX

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She stood still as the wind gently picked up strands of her hair. Her hair moved like the calm ripples of a river. And the look on her face was just as calm.. open and ungaurded. She looked youthful, her defensiveness aside.

She looked more beautiful than ever, he thought as he drank in the image before him trying hard to cherish every tiny detail. He let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and felt an irresistible magnetic force pull him closer to her.

He cupped her cheek, which was cold from the wind, and felt her lean in. He placed his lips on hers which were as soft as rose petals.. as the kiss deepened he felt his heart beat faster and louder in his ears. That's when he knew..

He was in love.

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Jungkook's hands tremble as they tighten around the steering wheel. His nail beds turning white. He swallows against the bitterness in his throat as he steps on the accelerator and feels the car move dangerously faster.

His surroundings blend into a blurry mess as tears appears in his eyes. Roughly wiping them away he tries to concentrate on the road and not the anger boiling in him.

The person who'd practically brought me up.. I trusted the most.. I looked up to.. I loved..

The car lurches forward as Jungkook slams down hard on the brakes. He takes a moment... allowing the waves of nausea to settle down... before getting out.

Jacket forgotten and tie sitting askew he walks down the street as women call out to him trying to grabs his attention but he knows that isn't unusual for such a neighborhood.

He finally reaches his destination and pushes open the door. The smell of alcohol and smoke fills his lungs making him gag and cough. The noise that greets him is almost overwhelming: the loud chatter.. roaring laughter... clinking glasses.

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He makes his way to the bar and sits himself down.

The bartender approaches him and opens his mouth to speak but Jungkook cuts him of. "One of your strongest drinks."

A minute later he's served his order. He wraps his hand around the cold glass and watches the ice cubes bounce in the brown liquid. Bringing the glass to his lips he takes a sips and feels the liquid burn down his throat and travel all the way to his stomach. But four empty glasses later he's numb to the taste and feeling. As the numbness spreads through his body he begins to relax.

Jungkook hears someone clear their throat but doesn't think much of it. It's when a hand lightly touches his shoulder that he looks up in annoyances.

"How are you doing this evening?" The voice drawls. Jungkook merely blinks at the woman blankly. He shrugs her hand still lying on his shoulder and turns his concentration to his empty glass.

The woman seated next to him calls the bartender over and whispers something into his ear.

A short while later another drink in placed before Jungkook. He looks up trying to force his drunk brain to look at the bartender.

"I didn't-"

"Have it. It's from me." He hears the same feminine drawl, causing his jaw to clench.

"Then I most definitely won't have it." He pushes the glass away.

"Such a temper." She sings, her voice laced with mirth. "Unfortunately for you, I find that very attractive."

As her breathe hits Jungkook's ear he flinches away.

"Listen," he points a threatening finger at her which only amuses her more. "I'm not interested in playing any of your games so why don't you waste someone else's time?"

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"How would you know if you're interested in playing or not when I haven't even started the game yet, pretty boy?"

Pretty boy...

The words send a chill down his spine. He's suddenly back in Choi Jinwoo's study. He watches as the older man's girlfriend stares into his eyes hungrily. Her gaze moving from his eyes to his lips..

He feels the light pressure of someone's touch and breaks away from his reverie. Seeing the woman's hand on his forearm he hurriedly pushes her away. She staggers a few steps backwards before glaring at him with an almost tangible intensity.

"Don't you dare touch me, you piece of trash." Jungkook grits his teeth.

With one last look she turns on her heels and leaves but not before saying, "You'll regret this."

Trying to steady his breathing Jungkook stares down at his trembling hands. He draws in deep breaths hoping to calm the waves of nausea rolling in him. He tries to blame the alcohol but knows better..

“You’re sitting in my seat. Move!” the voice that speaks is gruff and reminds Jungkook of gravel.

Jungkook doesn’t acknowledge the speaker until a hand roughly grips hold of the back of his shirt.

“Let go of me!!” Jungkook tries to swat the hand away but his coordination seems off.

Turning his head to the side Jungkook sees a man easily thrice his size and a head taller. The black ink that twists and turns to form patterns on his forearm standing out in the lighting of the bar.

"Maybe if you apologize for taking my seat."

"The only thing I feel sorry for is the sight of your unpleasant face." Jungkook seethes through gritted teeth.

Jungkook doesn’t see the fist until it connects with his jaw with a painful sound

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Well, clearly Jungkook's not having a good day. And I wish I could say that things gets better.

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