KILL'ER • BTS

8 . C A F E T A R I A

"Probably."

Jungkook's side was not a price worth personal dignity for other people. Of course not.

"And he's quite handsome, don't you think?"

Feeling Namjoon whisper in my ear, my feet quickly reacted and got me away from him, both my eyes glancing up and down at him.

"I know." He answered his own question, two dimples appearing on both his cheeks as he walked over to the empty table next to the transparent wall.

Is transparent invisible?

Following his steps, I sat down in front of him and crossed my legs under the table.

"What are you doing now that you are no longer Mr Jeon's secretary?"

Namjoon looked into my eyes, causing me to look at him as well. He was not lost in my words but his.

It was clear that Namjoon didn't want to be honest, that was the logical reaction of somebody who was no longer needed in a certain place, and that was it.

"I'm working on-"

"Good morning. Would you like to order anything?" As the waiter came to our table, Namjoon stopped speaking.

For a second, I turned my focus to the windows, biting my tongue in pure annoyance. That coward had started talking at that exact moment because he had seen the waiter coming. It was so obvious and so ridiculous that I felt embarrassed for him.

"A coffee-" I looked at Namjoon as soon as he started responding, making him sure of my request as well. "Two coffees, please."

Nodding and bowing his head, the waiter walked away while skillfully writing our requests.

The following silence was endless chaos.

I wanted him to answer me and Namjoon wanted me to either shut up or change the subject. Also, it was a mess because eye contact with Namjoon didn't work as well as it worked with Jungkook and, frankly, I was already too tired to try for longer.

A few minutes later, a different waiter brought us our orders, giving Namjoon some sugar with a potion of courage inside.

Pouring the sugar into his coffee, Namjoon used the potion to break the silence, refusing to look at me like before.

"You should treat Mr Jeon better."

Couldn't he talk about anything else?

"I treat him well already." A weak chuckle made its way out of my throat, my fingers fiddling with each other as I let the hot coffee get warmer.

"You know what I mean."

"I do not."

"Mr Jeon is not what he looks like."

For a moment, he got me lost.

"Explain yourself," I said, leaning in to blow at my coffee twice.

"He looks like a strong man, like a firm and serious man. What I'm telling you is that he's quite sensitive too, not only the stone you see from the outside."

"He does not look like a stone at all."

"Not with you." His words made me answer him with a confused silence, forcing him to continue. "He's softer with you."

"A good CEO treats all their workers the same way."

"But you like the way he treats you, don't you?"

Thinking about it, I couldn't complain about the way he treated me, about the way he made sure I did breaks every now and then, the way he worried about my work and condition.

But why was Namjoon so interested? I couldn't get his point.

Go take a breath outside, Miss Choi.

Rolling my eyes, my gaze suddenly met Jungkook's shapes in the cafeteria entrance, the people sitting there getting up to bow at their CEO's presence for a moment.

Standing slightly behind him, there was a man in a white expensive coat and round thin glasses with a perfectly designed face. His hair was a rare mix of blonde and grey, a colour I couldn't name, its strands not falling over his forehead as they were combed to the back of his head.

"Who is that?"

Although I tried to be discreet in whispering to Namjoon, Jungkook's gaze was way too glued to mine while walking over to us with the other man, not allowing me to blink once without being noticed.

Reaching us, Jungkook took a place right by my side, resting a warm hand of his on one of my shoulders.

Calm down, honey.

If the cafeteria was not full of heads and if there was not a man staring at us five steps in front of our noses, I'd have pulled him away without even thinking twice.

However, I was not there to expose my fragilities like that.

"Miss Choi, meet my doctor."

In fact, that explained a lot about his style.

It is just dad.

Noticing the doctor's right hand waiting for mine to rest over his palm, I took a glance around the café, bowing my torso at him instead of greeting him the way he had expected.

For a quick second, he looked deeply at Jungkook, their eyes contacting silently, sharing words that didn't need to be written, that didn't need to be spoken, and that made me understand Jungkook had probably taught him that language.

And that was when Namjoon cleared his throat and the doctor revealed his sweet voice.

"My name's Park Jimin, Miss."

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