A contemporary urban romance in which a genius multi billionaire who's a stranger to love and all other emotions related to it, becomes obsessed with his best friend's cheerful and spirited younger sister who hates him, and finds himself doing thing...
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"Hello, Mischief."
I resisted the strong urge to roll my eyes at the all-too familiarly irksome nickname and kept my gaze fixed on the floor as Jungkook paused in front of me, an epitome of corporate elegance.
It was ridiculous how someone as handsome as him could be so awfully aggravating at the same time.
One look at that icy face and I couldn't resist the urge to smack him.
With a brick the size of Texas.
Perhaps, that would make the annoyingly impervious and unruffled façade of his finally crack.
"Pleased to see you too, Sir." I replied curtly, trying not to make the sarcasm dripping from my voice too obvious. Jerkily bending my back, I bowed to him so as to not come off as an arrogant recipient of his preferential treatment.
As one of the newly recruited employees who had just finished training, I was one of the bottom feeders in the corporate ladder of this company and the last thing I wanted on the first day of work was to be flouted by my own colleagues just because this devil of a CEO had forgotten to draw a line between his professional relationships and more personal ones.
Starting to dread his silence in the answer to my sharp tone, I sneaked a sideward glance at him and let out a sigh of relief when he quietly moved past me, his perfectly polished shoes falling on the expensive white marble in a quiet, practised manner.
"What a psychopath." I muttered under my breath irritatedly.
Now when I called him a psychopath, I didn't mean to say that there was something dangerously wrong with him. Jungkook although extremely intimidating and sometimes nervewrackingly so, wasn't really capable of becoming a potential threat to anybody in my opinion.
Unless incinerating people with ice cold gazes was considered a means of murder.
He was just terribly detached and apathetic to anyone and everyone around him, didn't know what it meant to be empathetic and certainly didn't know how to care even for people that he engaged with on a daily basis.
Having known him for years, first as my older brother's best friend and after Haejoon oppa's accident, as someone who was incredibly interested in my well-being and thus, went out of his way to be around me, I could point out every single time that he would rifle through his acquired and memorised emotions, picking out the most suitable one for the situation at hand and then following it to the T.
He was like a human robot, designed to perfectly handle the most taxing of circumstances because he wasn't someone who thought from the heart.
Everything was a game of simple calculations for him, a tricky balance between victory and loss in which he was determined to always stay on the winning side and I knew for a fact, that no emotion and no relationship in this world came naturally to him... except one.
