Just A Robot//Jikook

I Need A Robot

Tae's POV

I sit in my office, trying my best to focus on my work, but my mind continues to wonder. I can't stop imagining his dark hair laced between my fingers. Jungkook's been here for almost 6 months now and I've already promoted him twice. I know that the board won't let me get away with upgrading his position anymore without some proper education but....dammit I want to see him every day, every second. I want to know what he's doing down there on the 10th floor while I work away up here in my office. I want to watch how his face flushes when he makes a mistake, how well he takes a scolding, how nice his ass looks in a suit....I wanna hear all the little whimpers and sighs he makes after a long days work...and how he keeps himself company in that big house...all alone. 

I feel my lower regions begin to heat up, and I know I can't keep my thoughts on Jungkook or might actually jerk-

"Excuse me, sir?" I hear a knock a my door, making me sit up and shake away all my previous thoughts. 

"Yes?"

"I-it's me, Jungkook....can I talk to you for a moment?" His soft voice floats through the door. 

"Yes. Come in." I stand and walk to the front of my desk, placing my hands to either side of me as I watch him slowly come inside, closing the door softly behind him. How bad I wish I could command him to lock that door, to come over here and bend over my lap for looking so good today, for distracting his master with that teasing body of his-

"Hello, Sir." He greets me politely, bowing. 

"Please, sit." I gesture to the chairs in front of me. 

"No, it's alright, sir. I will only be a minute." I dislike it when he defies me...but I guess I don't own him...yet. 

"What is it you need, Jungkook?"

"I just came up here to ask you if you were bringing a plus one to the party this evening?" 

I itch to invite him as my plus one but I hold my tongue. "Who is asking?" 

"M-My manager. I think she was hoping you would ask her...but don't tell her I said that." He blushes at his snitch on his manager. 

"Ordering your boss around, huh?" I slowly stride toward him, running my hands over the arms of the two chairs in front of me. "A gutsy move."

"N-No, I only meant it as a joke...I-I wouldn't ever tell you what to do." He stumbles back a little as he desperately searches for some space between us. 

I chuckle. "Jungkook, are you afraid of me?" 

"No..." He lies, his voice soft. 

"Then why do you run from me?" I ask, stepping even closer to him. 

"W-well...I guess I feel a little intimidated by you..."

Finally I stand in front of him, just 12 inches separating us. "...good." I lean in close, watching in amusement as he squints he eyes closed. I laugh softly and open the door behind him. 

"Tell your manager it's none of her business whether or not I bring a plus one, and tell her if she makes you keep doing her dirty work I'll have her fired." 

"B-But sir-"

"Are you going to ignore my demand, Jungkook?" I ask, stepping even closer as I tower over him. 

"...no, sir. But...please don't fire her....she has a family, you know?"

Quickly I take in chin in my fingers, tilting it upward so his eyes are forced to meet mine.