"Your name is Kookie"
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Taehyung PovI was in my newly office. Making Jungkooks schedule for the rest of the week. I made a copy of it, so that Mr. Jeon would have one and I would have one for safe keeping.
*ring* *ring* -
I pick up the phone that connected to Jungkook office.
"Yes Mr. Jeon?"
"Come in flower"
"Alright"
I was blushing at the nickname. Jungkook told me to not call him Kookie at work, but he gets to call me whatever he want.
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Jungkook PovI was sitting in my office, doing nothing. I couldn't do nothing. Kim Taehyung have been on my mind.
And its not like me to be nonhappy about work.
I looked to my side, and saw the gift that I got Taehyung.
I quickly called him in.
*ring* *ring
"Yes Mr. Jeon?"
"Come in flower"
"Alright"
I called him that, knowing well that he was gonna be a blushing mess.
I looked at the camera that I had in taehyung office for security reasons, and not to just stare at him.
And saw him with a red face. I chuckle at his behavior.
I then hear a knock on my office door.
"Come in"
I say.
I look up to see, my flower walking in with all his glory. He looks stunning in his suit.
"You call me Mr. Jeon"
Taehyung said. I motion for him to come around my desk and he did.
"Turn around"
"W-what why?"
Taehyung said, slightly turning around, and I got up behind him.
I took the present that I got him and opened it.
"Close your eyes"
"O-ok"
I got out the necklace and put it on his neck. Moving away his hair so that I can connect it together.
I got a mirror that was in my draw, cause Jin putted it there. Talking about...
"When you see this mirror, it will remind you of my deadly good looks!"
I rolled my eyes at the memory.
"Ok you can open your eyes now"
I said and stood behind him, with the mirror in front of us.
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Its called (Its a Lie)
Its a taekook story
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