Jungkook mafia

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook sat at the head of the table, burning through the negligent directors with his gaze. 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 flew open with a crash, slamming against the walls.

Taehyung stood in the doorway. Disheveled, wearing one of Jungkook's giant sweaters, and with 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 the terrified partners.

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

Taehyung stomped his foot, and Jungkook noticed that one of his favorite crystal vases, sitting on a side table, wobbled dangerously.

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

Jungkook sighed, and everyone present looked at each other in fear; he adjusted his tie and approached the capricious boy.

"I asked you to wait one more hour," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind Taehyung's ear.

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

Jungkook grabbed him by the wrist, turning him back toward him. Jungkook leaned close to Taehyung's ear:

"Stop the tantrum, princess. I'll call the restaurant right now."

He took Taehyung by the elbow and led him out of the office, dialing the restaurant's number on the go. When the doors closed, Taehyung pressed against his shoulder.

"You are the most troublesome person in my life," Jungkook whispered without malice.