("wait a minute, am i actually seeing the jeon jungkook holding a suit jacket?" seokjin spoke with a dramatic gasp, leaning over the counter to point at the jacket draped over jungkook's forearm.

jungkook rolled his eyes. "it's not mine, obviously. i came to ask if you could give this back to your cousin for me since he left before i could return this to him," he replied.

"my cousin? hold up, why did taehyung give his jacket to you in the first place?" seokjin bombarded with narrowed eyes.

"i'll tell you the whole story later. i just want to get rid of this or else i'll end up burning this gucci shit," the ravenet claimed with a scowl across his lips.

"sorry, kook — i would love to help but i got to look after the cafe all by myself for the rest of the day since jimin called in sick," seokjin responded, pulling back from the counter with a sigh. "seems like you'll have to personally give that back to taehyung.")

and that's how jungkook found himself standing outside the main headquarters of kim corporation, wide eyes staring up at the monstrously tall structure towering over him, the huge 'K' logo plastered at the front gazing back down at him almost mockingly.

he felt extremely out of place if the judgemental looks from the many businessmen and businesswomen leaving the building were anything to go by.

intaking a sharp breath of air, he stepped past the automatic glass doors and slowly trodded over to the reception where a woman in her late 40's was furiously typing away at the keyboard while having a phone wedged between her left ear and her shoulder.

jungkook waited for her to finish her call before softly clearing his throat. "excuse me, ma'am, i'm here to look for mr. kim," he stated, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously.

the woman behind the desk paused, skeptical eyes trailing up and down jungkook's attire which really just consisted of a white tee and ripped jeans. the tattooist didn't have to be a genius to figure out what was probably going through her head if the prominent disgust in her irises wasn't enough.

he wanted to leave this place.

"which mr. kim?" the lady soon asked whilst pushing the bridge of her glasses further up her nose. "kim daehyun? kim heechul? kim jinwoo? perhaps kim ryeowook?"

"o-oh no, i meant mr. kim, the CEO," jungkook answered with an unsure smile.

the receptionist then glared up at the male with furrowed brows. "do you have an appointment with mr. kim? if not, then i'm afraid you can't see him. mr. kim's a very busy man, after all, and he doesn't have time for people like—"

a loud ding caused the woman to halt her words simultaneously as jungkook turned his head towards where the shrill noise came from.

a particular blond man stepped out of the elevator, one that jungkook managed to immediately recognize.

"thank god," jungkook muttered, half in relief and the other half in frustration because hell, he ain't coming here ever again.

the blond was currently conversing with a guy that appeared to be way older but was dressed as equally formal, a large briefcase clutched in his hand, followed closely behind by two bulky security guards.

"taehyung!" jungkook shouted after realizing that the other was most likely not going to notice him due to how absorbed he was in chatting with the businessman next to him.

the CEO stopped walking and whipped his head to the side, strong gaze piercing right through jungkook. the latter watched as taehyung's expression gradually morphed from confusion over to mild surprise, and then right to stone cold.

"who do you think you are to address mr. kim in such a rude manner?" the receptionist seethed from behind jungkook.

but the ravenet paid her no mind as he was already walking over to where taehyung stood. "i'm here to give this back to you. t-thanks, by the way," he announced with an awkward cough, stretching his arm out towards a frowning taehyung, the suit jacket grasped loosely in between his fingers.

taehyung only blinked at jungkook in silence.

"pardon me, mr. kim, but do you know this person?" the man next to the blond questioned with a scoff, a hint of disappointment flashing in his irises which taehyung seemed to quickly notice.

"no," taehyung replied without hesitation. "i don't know who he is. he must've mistaken me for someone else."

"taehyung, you're kidding me, right? you were the one that draped this shit over me yesterday in the convenience store," jungkook uttered in pure disbelief, an uncomfortable lump forming in his throat.

"i'm sorry, sir. i really have no idea what you're trying to tell me, but i need to get going," taehyung began with a small bow towards a not-so-subtly fuming jungkook. "the press conference is about to start soon. if you still wish to talk to me, i'll schedule an—"

"kim taehyung," jungkook growled, harshly shoving the jacket into taehyung's arms, causing the older to stumble back a couple of steps. "just when i started to believe that you weren't all that bad. seriously, fuck you, kim."

the guards instantly tensed up at the vulgar language, getting ready to restrain the tattoo artist.

"don't," taehyung calmly mumbled with a palm raised up, a signal for the guards to back down. "i'm fine. anyway, mr. yoon, shall we leave?"

and just like that, jungkook could do nothing but watch with clenched fists as taehyung casually brushed past him, resuming his conversation with the elder businessman and not even throwing a simple glance back at the black-haired male.

a/n: why did taehyung pretend to not know who jungkook was?