NOTE: So nobody will get confused, the first part is from your point of view (the reader’s POV), the second part is from G.O’s point of view and the final part is from my (the writer’s) point of view! I’ve never written anything in this form so I hope everyone will enjoy this! x
You felt his eyes on you as soon as he stepped into the room. Everyone was politely greeting him, bowing in front of him, smothering him, but you weren’t having any of that. He was the boss’ son, but that didn’t mean you had to belittle yourself in front of him. And that’s why you became his target.
You tried not to make eye-contact, you tried to act as if you were busy with some files at your desk, but he still came over.
'Hello oh mighty queen, may I greet you today?', he asked and huffed in a contemptuous way.
‘Hello.’, you said and looked for a mere second at him and then turned away. ‘I am busy.’
'Say, why do you hate me so much?', he asked as he leaned closer, frowning at you. ‘Is it because I’m not an idol like those fools you like?’
Whenever he got the chance, he would nitpick at your passions. It was driving you crazy. You didn’t even know how he found out that you liked K-POP.
'Please stop disturbing me while I'm workin, Byunghee.', you coldly replied.
'This is exactly why you're so stiff, because you're always working. Going out from time to time won't harm you, you know?', he said in an insulting way, and just as you were about to burst out in anger, his father called him.
'Son, what are you doing? Stop bothering my workers and come into my office.'
Just before leaving, he gave you a cocky smirk.
You were insanely angry. What did he know about you anyway? How come he told you how to lead your life? He didn’t know how much you were going out neither what you were doing during your free time. It was driving you insane when you saw the way he was looking at you, seeing you as a mere peasent in his father’s kingdom.
You hated having him around you, yet, you didn’t hate it. Your feelings were contradicting each other driving you more than confuse. At one point you wanted to slap him and rip his head off, at another point you wanted to rip his clothes off and make him moan your name.
You didn’t want to think about him anymore, even thinking about him was making you ooze with wrath. You grabbed your files and walked to the copy machine, finishing the work that you had for today.