jaedo; how about no?

vi

" jung jaehyun you moron! give me back my money! " a loud bang appeared to be in the main hall, make everybody terrified him. the guard rushed out from the side, trying to prevent the navy haired to angrily ' destroy ' their belonging. doyoung, he didn't really care about what does the other think when he's pissed.

jaehyun, on the other hand, is currently chilling in his office with a champagne, knowing the hot head would come.

as doyoung was lurking throught the whole floor just to find the elevator, he met the teenager - jeno - who was going out of the restroom.

" hey dipshit! " doyoung called him out, voice raging.

doyoung himself had never think about the idea that the coward mafia boss would backflash at him and taeyong. the last time he knew jaehyun backlashed at someone is when he was drunken. hell, he kinda miss the naive jaehyun. easily manipulative, dumb and basically new to everything and need instructions 24/7.

fuck it, now he needed to go and ransom his money.

jeno, mouth holding a lolipop, slyly going foward where he was standing.

" hello mr. kim, how can i help you? " jeno asked, his lips formed a wolfish smirk.

holy hell bitch, if possible, doyoung would like this teenager to die immeditely.

" oh my god  you know exactly  what i want. "

" oh really? are you here to meet me and my beautiful first lady? "

the teenager smile sheepily, intentionally acting dumb.

doyoung scoffed.

" like i was interested. c'mon, take me to your lovely boss. i got work to do. "

and as annoying as this juvenile can get, he took a step closer and in an instance, the annoying white piece of plastic with sugar was right infront of his nose.

with an unamused face, jeno told the latter, " i afraid i can't. "

right before doyoung threw his fist in to the teenager face, clanking sounds of european shoes echoed through the hall. 

and in a blink of an eye, every gossip of doyoung stay shut. the young teenager stand up straight and stand out of his eyesite. good.

doyoung knew exactly who was that. the only prick who would wear an european shoes to any kind of event is the one and only jung jaehyun. doyoung had never understand why do this guy loves those shoes a lot.

" hello, mr. kim, " jaehyun forced a friendly smile, though doyoung can tell the boss didn't want to do this, " i have noticed your appointment. i got to say, you're pretty lucky to have me down here.  "

lucky my ass.

the jung cooporation ceo, or the jmob capo dei capi fucker, invited doyoung to go up to his office for the sake of " professionalism ".  he got to admit, this guy got a pretty nice headquarter. all black with a hint of royal blue and white, the complete opposite of his boss - the cheeky moon taeil - who got an unhealthy obsession with yellow and green stuff. sometimes going to work, doyoung could told that his eyes is getting destroyed slowly everytimes those neon green chair hit his beautiful, god's hand-made eyes. 

he is also somehow grateful that the taller man ordered the troublesome teenager to stays out of his office for who knows how long. 

🥛

doyoung could scent an awkward air lingers between them when they were staying inside of the elevator. no, actually there was a little bit of tense air too, but that didn't cover the awkward spare time that they got while the elevator slowly going up.