Jungkook mafia

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook sat at the head of the table, glaring at the negligent directors. His fingers tapped a rhythm on the polished tabletop.

"This is a failure," Jungkook frowned. "Your ideas are worth less than the paper they're printed on."

He was about to end this circus with a dressing down, when suddenly the doors swung open with a bang, hitting the walls.

Taehyung stood in the doorway. Disheveled, wearing one of Jungkook's oversized sweatshirts and a haughty expression on his face.

"I'm leaving you!" he declared, pouting.

Everyone knew who Taehyung was. And everyone knew how Jungkook felt about meetings. But Jungkook slowly leaned back in his chair. He didn't even glance at his terrified partners.

"What happened?" he asked evenly, without a hint of irritation.

Taehyung stamped his foot, and Jungkook noticed that one of his favorite crystal vases, standing on the nightstand, wobbled dangerously.

"You promised we'd go to that truffle ramen restaurant!" Taehyung blurted out. "And you're sitting here."

Jungkook sighed, and everyone present looked at each other in fear, he straightened his tie and approached the capricious guy.

“I asked you to wait another hour,” he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind Taehyung’s ear.

"I don't want to wait!" Taehyung snorted, turning away. "You don't love me."

Jungkook grabbed his wrist, turning him towards himself. Jungkook leaned down to Taehyung's ear:

— Stop being hysterical, princess. I'll call the restaurant right now.

He grabbed Taehyung by the elbow and led him out of the office, dialing the restaurant's number as he went. When the doors closed, Taehyung pressed himself against his shoulder.

“You are the most harmful person in my life,” Jungkook whispered good-naturedly.