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Chapter Sixty Nine: One week.

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I stood in front of Namjoon's office building. Why am I here? To talk.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped foot inside the building. "Good Morning, Mr.Park. Welcome", the woman in the reception greeted with a smile.

Of course she knows me. I rolled my eyes. "I want to see Kim Namjoon", I said making her nod.

"Unfortunately Mr.Kim is not here. I'll call him immediately". She pressed a few numbers in the landline before pressing it to her ears. "Hmm hello, Mr.Kim. I'm really sorry for disturbing you. But Mr.Park Jimin is here to meet you", She said into the phone. "Yes, he is alone". I rolled my eyes at that.

Is that what he is concerned about?

"Mr.Park, here", She hands me the phone.

"Kim Namjoon, I want to meet you. I took time and came here to your office. You come here quickly", I said with a glare.

"Oh my. Am I dreaming? Ms.Jimin is here to see me?!" He chuckled. "I'll send my driver over. He will bring you to my home".

"No. I'm not coming to your home. You are coming here", I growled in anger.

"Fine. I'll come there. But it will take me a while to get read-"

"Kim Namjoon, you will be here in fucking 10 minutes. 10 minutes is all you got", I said before cutting the call.

The woman awkwardly smiled. "Do you want something to drink, maybe?" She asked.

"I want tea and cookies. I won't pay", I said before leaving the reception area.

Entering the elevator, I pressed the highest floor. "Most probably where Namjoon's office will be", I mumbled, waiting to arrive there.

The elevator dinged as it opened. "Of course. There's his office". I walked to the large brown wooden door, turning the doorknob. "Wow. He doesn't lock it".

His office was a rich dark mess. Big black couch. Black walls. Wooden floor. Paintings on the ceiling. Large glass windows on one wall. Large brown desk. Papers scattered on it.

I walked to the big seat behind the desk. "What the fuck? He has a picture frame of me?" I took my picture out of the frame before keeping the empty frame back.

Sitting in his chair, I randomly picked up files and papers. Nothing seems to be useful. I opened his desk drawer one by one. Some had papers, newspaper cut outs?, old empty files, glue, pen....
I quickly took some pictures of the files just in case.

I rolled my eyes, closing the drawer. The door opened and closed.

"Kim Namjoon. Right on time". Wow. He sharply took 10 minutes.

"Anything for you baby", he smiled sarcastically making me chuckle. "So, what brings you here? Trying to report me again? Wanted proofs?" He asked, walking towards me.

I rolled my eyes. "I came here to ask for time", I said.

He raised his eyebrow, standing next to me now. "You look perfect sitting in this chairman seat, baby. If you come with me, I'll give it to you", he whispered, leaning into my face.

I remained still, our noses touching. "Leave Jungkook. I will give you everything you need", he continued in a low whisper, hand cupping my face.

"You will?" I asked back in a whisper.

"Yeah baby. Everything". He closed his eyes, leaning for a kiss.

"One step close and you will lose your eye, Kim Namjoon", I whispered with a smirk. He opened his eyes, flinching at the ink pen in front of his eyes, ready to be penetrated into his eyes any moment.

"Want this ink pen deep inside your eye, Kim Namjoon?" I asked, standing up and kicking the chair away.

"Such a arrogant man you are, Jimin", he whispered.

"I need a week", I said, ink pen still in front of his eye.

Namjoon chuckled, nodding. "Anything for my baby", he said.

"Also, my husband's lap is thousand times better than this stupid chair of yours".

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