Cheap ?

Author's Pov

NJ stood frozen for a moment as he looked at Jin, who was awkwardly curled up in his car, hugging the RJ pillow. The position was far from comfortable, and NJ's frustration grew. 

He opened the door, and Jin stirred awake with a start.

NJ: "Why are you sleeping here? You could've gone to Jimin's room. What are you doing?"

Jin: "Is there anything I need to help with? I thought today was a rest day. Do you need me to run errands for you?"

NJ's patience snapped, his voice sharp and accusing.

NJ: "Jinshii, what are you trying to pull? Was it all just a one-night stand? You could've slept anywhere, but you chose the car? Are you trying to get sympathy? Do you want attention from the staff? What's wrong with you?"

Jin's face twisted with emotion, frustration leaking into his voice.

Jin: "JUST STOP! You don't know... that I have this c..."

Before Jin could finish his sentence, NJ's phone rang, cutting the tension between them. Both men froze as NJ glanced at the screen. The news hit him like a punch in the gut—his confidential quotation tender had been leaked. 

The situation had just escalated dramatically.

NJ: "We're going back to the office. NOW!"

Without waiting for a response, NJ stormed off, his mind already racing with the consequences of the leak. Jin hesitated for a moment before following, both men silent as they headed toward the office, their personal tension forgotten in the chaos of the moment.

NJ: How the hell did this happen? Who created the quotation?

Jin: It was me, but I swear, I only sent it to you. I didn't send it to anyone else.

Jimin: Sir, should we revise it?

NJ: Min Inn, the corporation has already locked in the fucking deal! GET OUT NOW!!!

NJ roared, his voice thundering through the room as he violently threw the files onto the floor. One by one, everyone scrambled to leave. 

"Jin, you stay," NJ growled, his tone dripping with fury. Jimin shot a look at Jin, his eyes full of concern. 

Jin blinked back at him, a subtle but steady reassurance that he'd be fine.

NJ: You did that, right? It's cheap, you know that? I know I've kept things from you, but this isn't the way to handle it. You should've been more professional. And yeah, it was a one-night stand. I saw the look in your eyes—you were practically begging me. I was blinded by lust. You were good in bed.I'll let you off this time, but don't think it's because I'm soft. I don't want to explain to my uncle why I had to fire you. If I need you again, I'll pay you well enough so you don't pull this cheap stunt again.

NJ's words were cut off by Jin's sharp slap across his face. NJ froze, staring into Jin's eyes. They were already swollen, but now they were bloodshot and filled with tears. Without a word, Jin turned and stormed out of the room.

NJ: Shit... How the hell did things get this fucked up?

His phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence.

NJ: Hello?

On the call: "The document was transferred from this number, xxxxxxx. I'll send the other details via email. Thanks, NJ."

NJ's phone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, the screen cracking slightly as it hit. He stared at it for a moment, his heart sinking. His mind raced, and the weight of his actions hit him all at once.

He collapsed to his knees, his chest tightening with the crushing realization of what he'd just done.

NJ: Where the hell am I supposed to find him? I fucked up... big time. Not once, but twice. How the hell do I make this right? SHIT! My words... I should've just kept my fucking mouth shut for a few more minutes. SHITTTTTT...

The frustration, regret, and anger overwhelmed him as he slammed his fist into the floor.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Jin were at the bar, the dim lights casting shadows on their faces as they tried to enjoy the night. 

But tonight was different. Jin, usually the responsible one who would drive them all home after a long night of drinking, had lost control. He knocked back 18 shots, one after the other, without pause. 

Jimin and Jungkook stared in disbelief as Jin swayed, barely able to keep himself upright.

Jimin: What the hell are we going to do now? 

He can barely even stand! Why did he drink so much?

Jungkook: You think the CEO finally laid into him about the quotation?J

imin: It has to be. He's in charge. He probably snapped after all that mess. You need to grab his phone and call his brother. At this rate, only he can come get him. We'll take a cab home.

Jungkook: What's his name again?

Jimin: Tae, search for Tae!

Jimin's voice trembled with worry, his eyes darting between Jin, who was struggling to stay conscious, and Jungkook, who seemed just as helpless. The weight of the situation was sinking in—they were all in over their heads tonight.