The Impossible Order | Ch. 3

The Impossible Order | Ch. 3

Summary line: Mr. Min is a stoic boss who will never outwardly show appreciation for you. Not until you’re gone does he recognize how much you do. And what you do matters to him.

ceo!Yoongi | best.friend!Hoseok | romance, fluff, angst, and stuff

Loosely inspired by Secretary Kim and this third bullet point of the prompt list

Start from the beginning | Last chapter

~•~

Yoongi never got a reply from you last night, but he did receive the reports at 4 in the morning. He walks in the office by 6:30 but your desk obviously has not been touched since yesterday afternoon. He tilts his head and walks into his office. Nope, you’re not there either. But his cup of coffee is.

He sits down to look at the coffee and look around. No one is here. No one is out there. He takes the cup of coffee and takes a sip. Yup, that’s the one. Quad venti vanilla latte. Two espresso shots in the bottom, two espresso shots on the top. Soy milk. Sugar-free vanilla syrup. No foam. Chocolate drizzle with latte art of a star. But it’s warm; and not quite right.

Yoongi hears a knock on the door and he sets down his coffee cup, “Come in.”

“Hey, Yoongs.” Seokjin greets him, awfully and scarily cheerful for a truly early morning.

“What’s up with your attitude? And why are you here?” Seokjin doesn’t need to come in until 8:30.

“Well. Considering that I got absolutely no sleep last night, gathering the reports and data for your board meeting today, I’d say I’m positively chipper. And don’t you dare call it an attitude, or else I’m gone for the rest of the day too. I’ll show you attitude.”

“What are you talking about? Where’s Y/N? You didn’t send me the reports. She did. You brought the coffee? What do you mean ‘gone too’? What’s going on?” Yoongi gets more and more heated per question. And, where is she?

“Woah. Slow down, man. Relax. Take a sip of the coffee.”

“No thanks. Something’s wrong with it.” Yoongi sits back and laces his fingers together, staring at the cup as if it were a disease.

“Oh. Well I reheated one of them that was still in the fridge. Maybe it’s not the same overnight.” Seokjin taps his chin, turning his head to look over to the fridge, “Probably should toss the rest of them then.”

“Where’s Y/N?”

“She emailed me last night. She told human resources that she’s taking a month off, for now. She doesn’t know if she’ll extend that to an entire sabbatical. I’m taking over for her for the rest of the week. Next week, she will have her intern replace her for the time being. Lucky for me, it’s already Thursday.” Seokjin turns on his tablet and opens his mouth, ready to jump into the reports with Yoongi, but Yoongi cuts him off before he even starts.

“What happened? Why is she taking a month off? Who’s her intern? Why didn’t she contact me?”

“Didn’t she? Check your emails. Maybe you missed it? Her intern’s name is Jeon Jungkook. He’s pretty green, but he’s been trained by her, so he’ll be fine.” But Yoongi already wasn’t listening about the intern. He looks through his emails, everything has already been read. Nothing from you. Nothing for him. And sure enough, the reports were sent by Seokjin.

He leans back roughly and takes a deep breath. Seokjin raises his eyes at Yoongi’s furrowed ones.

“Wait. What happened?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. Because if she’s not here, it’s bad.”

~•~

You’re back at the hospital after going home to change and take a shower. You notified the school of Hoseok’s accident and his dance team as well. His director contacted you and told you that they decided to go with the track that you let Hoseok present to him yesterday. But his director asked for a few adjustments.

While you sit by Hoseok’s hospital bed, you bring your music equipment with you to work on the track for his showcase. Every once in a while, you get up to check in on Hoseok.

While you work on the track, you hear the door open. You turn around and see a gang of students peering in.

“We want to see Mr. Jung. We’re his dance class.” One of the girls says quietly. You nod and take your laptop up and bring your equipment by the window as his students walk in one by one. Looks like the nurse is only allowing a few at a time because the rest are still standing outside.

“What happened to him?” One of his female student’s sniffs.

“Car accident. He was heading home from the vet.” Your words trail off quieter every word. Reminding yourself that he’s here because of you.

“Vet? Was he taking Yeontan?” She asks.

“Yeah. How do you know Yeontan?”

“He shows us so many videos of you and your dog.” One of the students pipe up. Oh, Hoseok.

There’s a knock on the door and one of the students outside pops his head in, “Is it our turn now?”

“Yeah.” The students in the room shuffle on out.

“Who’s she?” One of the students ask the girl who was leaving.

“Mr. Jung’s girlfriend.” Wait, what?

“Oh!” As the next line of students file in, you see everyone intently stare at you as they come in and gather around Hoseok to see him. One of the girls sets down flowers by his bedside table.

“Um. Excuse me.” You whisper for their attention, “Where did you get the impression that I’m his girlfriend?” The students look at each other

“He shows us a lot of pictures and videos of you and your dog. And he always talks about you. We just figured.” The girl shrugs. The rest of the students raises eyebrows at her, and she just shrugs back at them.

“Oh. Okay.” You let it go after that. Verbally, at least. Your head was spinning. He apparently talks about you and Yeontan too much if he’s leaving that kind of impression.

~•~

After visiting hours were over, you headed over to pick up Yeontan.

When you get home, you have him cradled into your lap, humming soft and gentle tunes.

You open your laptop to continue working on the track. But you eye the number of emails popping up on the email icon. You sigh and click it open. 14 emails from Seokjin, 10 emails from multiple departments, 2 from human resources, and 26 from Mr. Min, 3 from Jungkook. You raise your eyebrows at the number of emails from your boss. You read your boss’ emails first. All titled “Your absence”; a constant thread. You decided to just read his last one and just go up the chain.

-          Why are you taking off a month?

-          Are you out of the country or just off?

-          Seokjin is an idiot. What exactly did you tell him do while you’re gone? He’s not doing it right.

-          The coffee in the fridge is bad now. Tell Seokjin to get the right one.

-          Please tell Seokjin where you get the coffee.

-          He doesn’t know where you get the coffee

-          I swear to God, if he doesn’t get the coffee, I’m firing him.

-          He’s got me drinking black coffee for now. It still tastes funny. Is this our office coffee?

-          Why are you taking a month off?

-          Why are you blocking my texts and calls?

You can’t help but feel amused at these emails. It’s been a long time since he’s spoken to you like this. You blocked his calls and texts since last night out of impulse, to be honest. Knowing him, he’ll still contact you on your time off. It’s understandable, considering the situation and environment that you were in at the time, but you should really unblock him; it’s kind of unprofessional. Even if he is. As you continue his emails, notifications pop up every time you open another one, showing your boss your read receipts. Wow.

-          Japan will be flying in tomorrow as we go through the jewelry fundraising dinner for the Children’s Home Project.

-          Will you be here for the fundraising?

-          Does this mean you won’t be attending the Queen’s Jubilee either? Or the Taehyung unveiling?

-          Do you really have to take a month off? Can you be back this week?

-          I’m getting pissed at your “I’m currently out of the office” replies.

You shake your head as his emails get more and more intrusive. Asking about the days taken off, telling you that it’s very unprofessional to not reply and block him even if you are currently off. Well it’s unprofessional and intrusive to harass your employee who’s currently on PTO; and one with long overdue vacation time, at that.

You don’t reply to his email just yet. You check in on other emails. The multiple departments apparently were directed by Mr. Min to provide you an update after every meeting or conversation made so you stay in the loop. Human resources checked in on your PTO requests, your intern’s temporary role, and apparently Mr. Min requested that they contacted you about your reasons for leave of absence. Seokjin also provided you an hourly update, at your request though, but every email ended with something regarding the coffee. His latest one seemed desperate.

-          He said he’d fire me, Y/N. Please.

You snort. Like Mr. Min would ever fire Seokjin. You can recall at least 15 times where Mr. Min threatened to fire Seokjin.

Your third email last night was to Jungkook, notifying him to take up the job while you’re gone. You sent him damn near everything that happened in the past month. He just needs to go down the list of documents you mapped out in terms of routine, importance, current projects, and the like. His latest however was inquired by Seokjin to see if he knew where you get Mr. Min’s coffee.

You straighten up your back, pop your elbows and knuckles, and cracked your neck. You look down at Yeontan, curled up and resting in your lap.

“Yeontan. Help.” His steady breaths just remind you that he’s in need of rest more than you. And with Hoseok in the hospital, you’re the last one who needs a break right now.

“Right.” You exhale a breath of resolve and start typing away.

~•~

Seokjin breathes through his last meeting with Yoongi for the day. He finally leans back on his chair and exhales loudly.

“What?” Yoongi snaps. Black coffee is not enough for him, that’s for sure.

“Being your assistant is not easy, man.”

“Having you as my assistant is no picnic either. Can’t even make a decent cup of coffee.”

“She said she’ll give Jungkook the coffee secret. You’ll have it next week.” Yoongi loosens his tie and glares at his emails. For the past two days, you don’t reply to him. He sees your read receipts and he’s only received one reply to you on his latest email on his thread. I’m currently out of the office right now. Ask Seokjin. In terms of the more personal ones, like why you’re gone, you just leave a vague, I need to take care of some personal things.

“Y/N has never been so irresponsible before. It’s throwing me off.” Yoongi expresses out loud. Seokjin’s head was rolled back over the chair but he lifts it up to stare at him, “She’s doing a pretty badass job if you’re asking me. Everything is nearly taken care of before the next morning. All we have to do is show up and report to you everything. You don’t see our emails, but she leaves a very detailed response.”

“So why doesn’t she respond to me?!” Seokjin raises his eyebrows at Yoongi’s raised voice, as well as the newly provided information.

“She doesn’t reply to you? I got a response in every one of my emails.”

“Let me see.” Yoongi stands up from his chair to walk around to Seokjin as he takes out his phone to show him one of your latest emails. As Seokjin is your witness, your emails are nearly step by step. You’ve looped Seokjin into all the emails you’ve received from the other departments, replying to Seokjin and the departments at the same time on next steps.

“If she’s replying to all of us in the same detailed manner, there’s probably no need to respond to yours because we’re the ones who will directly notify you. She’s currently off right now, man. Right now, it’s not her job to answer you, it’s ours. You probably ask the same things we are. Plus, after all of this, I’m sure she needs a break.”

Well. Seokjin’s reports and questions are actually pretty valid. Most of Yoongi’s are simply, why are you gone, and, when are you coming back? So far, the work-related questions can be answered through Seokjin. But that might be because you’re coaching their words.

Yoongi scratches his head as he walks around his office.

Seokjin looks at him before standing up, “Come on. You need to eat.”

~•~

You enter Hoseok’s home with his spare key he provided you. While he’s in the hospital, you figure you can help him house sit. You drag all of Yeontan’s things into the house. You exhale out of exhaustion and collapse on the floor after you’ve taken your shoes off. After taking a minute to breathe and rest, you pick yourself off from the floor and ready to bring Yeontan and your items with you.

What surprises you is the number of dog-related items he has. He has the same dog bowl dispenser as you, a doggy bed. Chew toys and dog bones stray around the living room floor. How many times has he dog sat for you?

“Well, I guess I won’t be needing these, huh, Yeontan?” Yeontan yips and trots over to his bed and lays in it. He’s more familiar with the lay of the land than you are. You’re slightly annoyed that you brought all of this over without knowing you didn’t even have to in the first place. But you halt your annoyance when something dawns on you. I never really noticed how much Hoseok does for me…do I?

You drag yourself over to sit on his couch, watching Yeontan drag the stuffed chew toy over to his bed and wrestles with it. Yeontan is so at home here. And you’re still sitting up straight on his couch. Whereas if he were over at your place right now, his feet are already up on the couch. You feel so foreign here.

You get up from the couch and decide to explore everything. Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom.

His kitchen sink is clear, but he piles every dish he ever owns up in the drying rack, rather than drying them and putting them back up in the drawers. His fridge is adequately stocked but it looks like some stuff was recently bought. Some raw meat is in the fridge is starting to brown. I’ll have to make a note to help him clean his fridge out.

He has a modest little dining table which one side is pushed against the wall across from the kitchen. Three chairs take up each side, with two chairs pushed out, obviously frequently used. One of them is obviously Hoseok’s, but the other has a very tall and fluffy sitting cushion. Wonder whose that for. Lined and stacked against the wall are the pile of snacks you remember that he and you practically survived on during college. Heh, he still eats those?

You pull out his chair further to sit down. You hear Yeontan scamper over and hop up on the chair with the fluffy cushion, conditioned to expect a piece of meat from whatever dinner Hoseok cooked up.

“You’re a spoiled, little rascal, aren’t ya?” You ruffle Yeontan’s fur before playfully tapping his nose. You grab a bag of chips and open it up as you keep moving.

His bathroom is pretty well kept. A lavender-scented bathroom. Now that you think about it, lavender scented home. His personal hygiene items are hidden behind the mirror storage cabinet, but on the sink platform, he has a doggy toothbrush and toothpaste, as well as dog soap and hair brush.

“You really have everything, don’t you, Hoseok?” You mumble to yourself. You smile at the how caring your best friend is. You don’t deserve him, really.

He’s only one guy, so he only has one room. You don’t think he’ll mind you using his room for the time being. You open the door to see the heart of Hoseok. His furniture is light and made of bamboo. It’s very reflective of his clean, gentle, and peaceful nature. If you had to compare Hoseok to anything, it would be bamboo. Light, strong, and giving. He brings a sense of calmness to you.

Your hands glide over the smooth wardrobe over to his bookshelf, but he seems to collect more trinkets than books. You note his stuffed animals, empty cologne bottle, three different books that you’ve recommended to him, his first pair of dance shoes when he got his first real dance gig…you’ve given him all these things.

As a pattern starts to form, you look around the room. Pictures of you two together. In the drama team in college where you two met, his first dance performance, your first mixer, etc. Important memories.

You look back at his trinkets. You gave him that cologne bottle after college. It’s empty now, but he hasn’t thrown it away. You won that stuffed animal at the fair when he failed the fair game. You gave that to him.

“Hoseok…” Your heart clenched as you read the implications of this room and the rest of his house.

He loves you. And you’ve been far too stupid.

~•~

You dart out of his house for a moment and take a second to compose yourself. Yeontan is left behind the door, yipping for his owner to return into this sanctuary which the homeowner will envelop his owner with love.

Your poor, dear friend. How long? For why?

You love your friend immensely, but how could you possibly be so blind to how he felt about you? You love your friend, and yet you find the largest gap between how he treats you and you treat him. You should be ashamed and guilty. But should you? He is free to love you as much as you are free to not reciprocate. But that doesn’t mean lead him on; or take advantage of him. But that would require your acknowledgement of his feelings for you, which you never have until now. Did you even? You can’t come up with a single moment in time where you believe you may have led him on. Have you taken advantage of him? Sure. Loads of times, but it was never based on his love. It was a best friend who knew exactly what you need, when you need it, and prepared to provide. You never thought of it beyond such.

I can’t be guilty if I never knew. You tell yourself. But really? Are you sure you never had a clue?

**

“Hoseok! Help meeeee!” You groan as you hit your head down to the book opened up on the table.

Hoseok comes flying in with a plastic bag and a carton tray with boba, “I’ve brought refreshments!”

As soon as the bag drops in front of you, you face lights up and you cry in relief.

“Wait,” he pulls the food away from you as you whine, “You’re not to be distracted. This is your last final, and I’ll be damned if you fail general. This is your last hurdle before your dad finally agrees to you becoming a music producer.”

“I can’t focus, man! And yeah, it’s easy. It really is. But I’m ready to be done. To be out there!” you gesture dramatically outside to the window, “I want to be part of that world!”

“And you will. After tomorrow. You’re telling me, you really can’t buckle down one more night. You’re at the last leg of the finish line.” Hoseok pokes the boba lid for you and hands it over.

“It’s that thing where you’re just ready to be done. It makes me restless.” You whine, but your whine turns into sounds of content as you sip through the straw.

“Y/N. I’ve got you. You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna get through this. You’re gonna get an A…and if you can get through this last study session and ace the final, I’ll take you to Moonshine.” He bribes.

Your eyes widen before you squint in disbelief, “Moonshine? Michelin-star restaurant, Moonshine? You’re not serious.”

“Yes, I am. I’ll break all my piggy banks if it will get you to study properly.”

“All of them?”

“Yes, all 15. I’ve been saving them since I was 5.”

“That’s so cute!”

“Ok. Enough. Study.” You really thought he was joking, but you still buckled down, moved enough by his sincerity alone.

**

“Come on, Y/N. It’s ok.” Hoseok soothes your back as your hysterical sobs echo through the courtyard.

“Physics. General physics. I barely passed in high school and now I’ve even failed.” You wipe your tears and blow your nose, “My chance to even land a decent career is over. I’m gonna be working a fast food chain now.”

“Woah, Y/N, slow down. It’s not that serious. It’s one class. This is your sophomore year. You’re telling me that one general physics class, physics in which your career path is nowhere near close to requiring it, will need you to ace general physics? My dad says that all jobs need is a degree, not the classes you take.”

“Yeah, well my dad says no music. What future do I have now? I’m so stupid.” Hoseok stays quiet for a moment, knowing that a deal is a deal, and you take those pretty seriously.

“Y/N. Your future is not over. Your future is so bright, it’s surprisingly brighter the sun. You may not be able to do music as a career, but don’t you ever let that get in the way of the passion you actually have. That, your dad can never take away from you. And if you lose making music, that’s worse than never having a job to do so in the first place. Your passion is what keeps your days from being gray. So, you need to hold on to it. Like I will always hold on to you.” Hoseok wraps his arms around you and pulls you close as you sob into his neck.

“That’s it. There you go. All over the neck. That’s right. Mmm, just like that.” Hoseok teases. You start laughing and crying at the same time, “Stop it, it sounds so weird.”

“Can’t be weirder than the feeling of someone’s tears and snot on my neck.” Hoseok says when you pull away, wiping his neck. He stands up and brings you up too, brushing your hair to look less like the nest it is, “Come. Dress yourself to the nines, Y/N! I’m taking you to Moonshine.”

“We really don’t have to do that. Let’s wait until we get ourselves our first real jobs first. I’m good with going anywhere. Let’s just grab some chicken and beer.”

“Nah, nah, nah. My girl deserves the best. And I’m ready. My piggy banks are all broke now. We’re going.”

“Hey Hoseok,” your inquiry halts his attempts to skip across the courtyard with you, “You didn’t really break piggy banks that you’ve had since you were five, did you? I didn’t even get an A.”

“Yup. But I was going to take you no matter what grade you got anyway.” He said, enunciating the p. You pout and bury yourself in his chest. He instinctively wraps his arms around you and starts laughing when he hears you sniffling, “Don’t cry, Y/N. It’s just money. Money does not grow on trees, but it’s not gone forever too. It’s fine. And this is important. You’re sad and that’s not okay with me.” You wrap your arms around his waist and start bawling.

“Hoseok!” you literally cry out his name and he laughs as he pets your head, shushing you to calm down.

“You’re the most adorable human being on earth.” You hiccup, pulling away from his chest.

“I’d beg to differ. You’ve never met yourself, have you?” He tilts his head to look at you, “You’re worth it, love.” He kisses you on the forehead before pulling you for another tight hug.

**

You clutch your chest as pain flows from your heart to your eyes. You’re absolutely disgusted with yourself right now. To be so blind. Or, if not blind, ignorant. Probably willfully ignorant. It’s easier to be okay with the things he does for you if you don’t recognize the underlying reasons.

Did you ever like him? Of course.

Like that? Possibly.

Did you love him? Of course.

Like that?

   Probably not.

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The Impossible Order | Ch. 5

Summary line: Mr. Min is a stoic boss who will never outwardly show appreciation for you. Not until you’re gone does he recognize how much you do. And what you do matters to him.

ceo!Yoongi | best.friend!Hoseok | romance, fluff, angst, and stuff

Loosely inspired by Secretary Kim and this third bullet point of the prompt list

Start from the beginning | Last chapter

~•~

Now that Mr. Min knows that you’ve stopped blocking him, it’s easier for him to text you updates than it is for him to email it.

Sending me updates is fine. But remember, Jungkook is your assistant right now. Tell him what you want. Not me.

He really needs to learn his boundaries, you think to yourself, I’ve learned mine a long time ago.

You put your phone down to look at the music program. The changes for the showcase track are complete and currently downloading. You’ll be emailing the school director right after with the new file.

“Hey Hoseok,” You lift your laptop from your lap and set it on the side table next to his head.

The bandages used to be wrapped completely around his head and under his chin, but now only his head is wrapped. His left arm is no longer wrapped, only covered in thick square bandages. But his left leg is still suspended in a cast. His bruises on his right elbow and leg are healing nicely.

“I finished the music track for your showcase. I heard from your students that Beomgyu is taking over as choreographer. But don’t worry, your student’s still miss you. You’re irreplaceable.” You smile and turn to your computer, “I’ve been working on something for you. Something for you to listen to while you sleep.” You press play and the music envelops the room.

“This is a song I wrote specifically for you. I’m calling it, Aoibhneas. I hope the joy you feel from this song will wake you up.” You smile, taking his hand in yours, no longer restricted not do so, “When you get out of here, you should make a dance to this. It will be like we’re partners again.”

You feel your phone vibrate again so you take it out of your pocket.

We’re at the point in our 2030 Self-Sustaining roadmap to look into our company running on alternative, clean energy sources. Have Jungkook research for me renewable energy sources that produce enough energy for our company to run. I want his report tomorrow by 7.

And you couldn’t tell him yourself? You raise your eyebrows. You sigh. Did he not receive your last message? You send your last message to Mr. Min for the day. Jungkook is literally right there.

Regardless, you still message Jungkook. At least coming from you, you can already give Jungkook parameters to start with; Mr. Min would just leave Jungkook dizzy.

You text Jungkook Mr. Min’s plans, giving him information on the 2030 Self-Sustaining Project, current energy output from the company, minimum energy input per month, where to start on finding the alternative energy choices, and reminding him anything that requires land, Jungkook will have to research sites to purchase to build the energy power plant with the required space. Any further stats or information on the project and the energy information on their company is written in the navy folder in the second cabinet drawer. Your key should be slipped under your keyboard.

With that, you’re done with your boss for the day. You turn off your phone and focus back on your friend.

~•~

At some point, you’ve stopped responding to Mr. Min’s texts. He tosses his phone onto the table with a frown and lean back on his chair to stretch. It’s not necessarily that he doesn’t trust Jungkook, but relying on Jungkook means he has to explain everything.

“Jungkook,” Mr. Min calls the intern assistant in, “I would like you to help me research for some clean, renewable energy sources that our company can sustain 100% on. It’s for –“

“Y/N has already given me a briefing on the 2030 Self-Sustainability Project. She explained the directive.” Jungkook cuts him off. Mr. Min just blinks at Jungkook and Jungkook bows his head, apologetic that he cut off his boss.

“Then why would she tell me to tell you…” Mr. Min looks away and mumbles under his breath. Maybe he just doesn’t trust you to explain everything…he’s been wrong before.  He looks back up to Jungkook, “Okay. I’d like the report by tomorrow morning at 7. And we’ll set up the board meeting at 10 for this vote. Go on.” Mr. Min shoos Jungkook away.

Jimin’s chat box pops up on Mr. Min’s desktop, Kim Taehyung’s frame has been removed from the mold. Do you want to come down to the workshop to see it?

Be right there. Mr. Min gets up from his seat and buttons his jacket before walking out. At the moment Mr. Min’s office doors open, Jungkook takes note and gets up to follow him.

~•~

Down at the workshop, Mr. Min and Jungkook meet up with Jimin, “How does it look?”

“It just needs polishing,” Jimin puts on gloves and holds one side of the golden frame along with a few other JP employees holding the other side, “After polishing, they’ll insert the gemstones around it.” Jimin gestures to behind another JP employee to have him hand Jimin the design sketch. Mr. Min compares the frame to the sketch.

“The tourmaline that Seokjin originally intended for the Jubilee was cut wrong. But you guys can recycle that and cut it down even smaller to fit the smaller tourmaline gems that surround the biggest one.” Mr. Min gestured back and forth between the sketch to the top of the frame.

“Good idea, boss. We’ll see if we can salvage that gem.” Jimin speaks with the employee who starts heading to the back room.

“Will this frame be completed by the deadline?” Mr. Min inquires.

“Yes. We’re actually expecting it to be complete ahead of schedule at this point since we learned that the tourmaline arrived sooner than later.”

“Boss,” the employee comes back with the gem in hand and hands it to Mr. Min. Jungkook hands Mr. Min a jeweler’s loupe for him to inspect the gem.

“Mm. Make sure the cut is proper this time.” Mr. Min hands both back to the employee.

After inspecting the frame, the three of them walk back out of the workshop.

“How long is Y/N gone?” Jimin asks as Jungkook presses the elevator button.

“I’m not sure. HR said she took a month off but that might change.” Mr. Min states, watching the elevator levels go down.

“Jungkook, you got some big shoes to fill.” Jimin smiles supportively to the man on the other side of their boss.

“I’ll do my best.” Jungkook smiles and bows his head. Jungkook’s phone rings and he takes it out of his inside pocket. While he’s speaking in whispers to whoever is over the phone, the elevator door opens. Jungkook ends his call with the person and steps into the elevator with his other two superiors, “Mr. Min, your father arrived.”

~•~

“Hello, father.” Yoongi enters the office to see his father looking at his phone, sitting comfortably on the couch in his office.

“Hi, Yoongi,” his father puts his phone in his pocket to get up and greet his son, “how’s the company moving along?”

“Well, you know about the tourmaline. We hit another snag when JP cut the tourmaline wrong for the Jubilee, but we’re able to recycle the gem for other projects so we don’t waste any tourmaline. And I’m looking into having our company sustain on our own energy production.” Yoongi updates.

“Mm,” his father pats him on the back, “I’m very proud of how you’ve built this from your own hands.”

“I’ve learned from the best.” Yoongi praises his father back.

“Yes. Like father, like son. I’ve built my own snack and food company, and you’ve built your own conglomerate company …” The way his father trails off doesn’t seem like he’s really excited about it.

“What’s going on, father?” Yoongi gestures his father to sit down on the coach, and Yoongi sits alongside him.

“Next month is your mother and my 30th anniversary. We’re both past our 50’s, it’s time we spend our time enjoying the rest of our lives. Your mother has basically asked me to step down and retire and travel the world.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, father. It’s about time you and mom get to enjoy the retired life.”

“Yes…well. If I step down, Namjoon will be the one who takes up the Chairman position…”

“As he should. He’s the CEO.” Yoongi nods in agreement to his father’s statement.

“Yes well…” there his father goes trailing off again, “…I would really rather like to have my son take up the mantle.”

Yoongi is silent for a second and blinks. He looks away and rubs his lips, “What, what are you saying, father?”

“I’m saying, I would like you to become Chairman of the board of Min Snacks.” His father looks at Yoongi.

Yoongi gets up and puts his hands in his pockets. He pivots to look at his father, “You’re telling me to leave what I’ve built to be under your shadow?”

“No, not leave. But, perhaps balance the two.”

“If I’m not giving 100% to my company, what’s the difference to that and leaving?”

“Every father wants his son to follow in his footsteps.” His father gets up to be level with his son.

“And I have,” Yoongi raises his voice slightly, “I’ve built something with my own hands. Like you. I thought you supported me to do this. What happens to my company if I leave it just to go to yours? You run an entirely different company than I do. How do you expect me to give up what I’ve raised, to come sustain something I haven’t been a part of for 10 years? And Namjoon; he is your CEO. He’s more capable than I am to take care of your company. I can never step over my friend like that.”

“I do support you. Your company is a multi-industrial, purpose-driven conglomerate. You do jewelry, technology, home goods, and real estate. You’re a brilliant man who can trailblaze in any industry. My company will be no different, and you’ve worked there before you’ve built your own. You’ve done wonderfully and it showed me that you are able to take companies and bring them to new heights.”

“None of this was ever a show for you. All of this is for me.”

“It sure felt that way when you decided to leave your father’s company and run off to start your own.” Wow. Low blow.

“Where is all of this coming from? You’ve supported me; every year, you’ve invested in my company, giving me business like I have yours.”

“Yoongi, I am very proud of the man that you have become. Truly. I, I just want you to come back to me. That’s all.”

“I’m sorry, father. But this is the most selfish thing that you’ve ever asked of me.” Yoongi turns around.

“Don’t turn your back on me. You are my son. You cannot deny me this.” His father begins raising his voice.

“No. Father. I’m not obligated to do anything. I will honor you and my mother, but honor and obedience does not mean surrendering everything I have for your wishes.”

“Well then, consider it a pay back. You wanted to create your own business from your own hands. No help. Fine. But remember when you started out your company. Eight months in, and you nearly went bankrupt. I was the one who lent you the money so that you were able to sustain for another month before you got back on your feet.”

“Wow. Really, father? Bringing skeletons out of the closet now, are we? We signed a contract where I would repay you twenty times over, and I have paid my debt five years ago. What else you’ve got?” Yoongi raises his chin. Yoongi and his father stared each other down until they heard a knock on the door.

Jungkook pops his head in; his facial expression shows that he’s heard everything outside, “Yoo Jae Suk will be here in half an hour, sir.”

Mr. Min just grunts in response and Jungkook quickly pulls his head out of the door and closes it again for their privacy.

“This conversation is not over.” His father warns Yoongi.

“Yes, it is. I’ll have Jungkook escort you to the front. He will call your driver to the front.” Yoongi buttons his jacket, gesturing his father that they both exit the room.

His father shakes his head at Yoongi before he heads out.

Mr. Min follows after and when he closes his office doors, Jungkook comes to his side, “Take my father downstairs. Call his driver to come to the front.”

“Yes, sir,” Jungkook says quietly, unsure of how to manage his boss’s distress after such an upsetting conversation.

“Get me coffee.” Mr. Min commands.

Jungkook gulps, “I don’t have anymore of that coffee, sir.” Mr. Min frowns, “How do you normally get it?”

“Y/N has a set amount provided every morning.” Strange. Without another word, Mr. Min walks away to the meeting room. Jungkook sighs, texting you.

Today will not be a good day.

~•~

You double check to make sure you’ve grabbed everything before you head out again to Hoseok’s dance school. You will be delivering the final track to the dance group as well as record the dance practice and choreographing session for Hoseok when he wakes up. The moment you step out your door, you see your boss about to knock.

“Mr. Min?” You ask, incredibly shocked. He stares at you. You’ve never had such a casual look, especially with your hair still wet, indicating that you just took a shower.

“You wouldn’t answer your phone.”

“Oh, yeah. I turned it off.” You close the door and turn around to lock it.

“I need coffee.” Your eyes widen in disbelief, “You’re kidding me.” Nothing about his expression looks like he’s kidding. Does he even joke?

“Jungkook didn’t have enough today and he told me that you get it to him every day.”

“And you really couldn’t resist coming here and demanding your staff on her days off to get a cup of coffee?”

“Today was not good, okay? Can you please just do it?” You blink in confusion. He rarely says please anymore. And more importantly, he’s here. Surely whatever happened today was bad, but you have to do this for Hoseok. Your boss can wait.

“I don’t have time for this. I have things to do, Mr. Min. You’re going to have to wait until tomorrow. I’ll get you double the amount, ok?”

“I will follow you.” Mr. Min warns.

“I dare you.” You step closer and raise your chin.

This man is incredibly busy and it’s only 2:45 in the afternoon. How he even made the time to be here is beyond you, but you don’t expect this break for him to last long, since the next month and a half will be plenty busy. You walk down the steps of your apartment complex, with your boss following your steps. You go into the complex parking lot, in which he’s unable to follow since his car is not parked with yours. Instead, he goes out to his car in the front and waits for yours to come out of the garage.

After your car peels off, he directs Yeonjun to follow. As you drive, you see his car following behind you and you click your tongue, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

~•~

You arrive at the school and park in the visitor’s parking lot. You pay for a temporary parking permit to put on your dashboard. Yoongi gets out of his car and directs Yeonjun to do likewise and wait.

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi asks as you both walk down the corridors of the performing arts building.

“It’s none of your business.” You huff, extremely annoyed that he’s still here. You turn around stop him before you enter the dance studio, “You’re not allowed to come in here.”

“I can go anywhere I want.” Yoongi shrugs.

“No, you can’t. This is a dance college and you’re a just CEO, not king of the world. No unauthorized personnel.” Without another word, you go into the studio, making sure the door is closed behind you. His jaw slightly drops but he catches himself. He steps closer to the door to peek through the window. He sees you greeting students and speaking to who he believes must be the teacher or something.

You walk over to the corner of the A/V tower. You sit down on a stackable chair and bring out everything in all of your bags. Tripod, camera, laptop, and a whole bunch of wires. You plug your laptop into the stereo system and put headphones on, searching for something before double clicking to start music. He hears the music that begins to play and look at the students. Some of them are stretching, some are already starting to freestyle themselves to the music. You stretch yourself up to reach the camera and begin recording.

Yoongi tilts his head, observing all of your hidden talents. What connection do you have with this dance school? With this class? Are you a dancer? Probably not, otherwise, if you are helping out here, you’d be on the dance floor. He finds this to be a very strange environment of you to be in. And him. Or at least, he doesn’t expect either of you to be in.

He turns his attention to listening to the music. It has an electronic pop vibe, full of flow, synths, and a great beat. He watches you in the corner subtly bobbing your head, cracking a melancholic smile like you remember something. You look up to the camera, to make sure it’s still capturing everyone. You glance over to the window where you see Yoongi’s face staring back at you. You immediately look down and intensely stare at your music, as if you have anything else to do with it other than pressing play and pausing it when the dance class requires it.

Yoongi decides to grant you that bit of privacy, but he maintains slowly pacing in the hallway, never too far from the music. This is not coffee, but it’s surprisingly more comforting than the coffee he was chasing you for. He nearly forgets the events of today. Imagines how strange it would be for anyone who would recognize him, a CEO of one of the most famous companies in the world, to be wasting his precious time pacing in a dance school hallway.

This song is repeated at least three times and Yoongi checks back into the window when music stops playing. You’re speaking to the leader, nodding along to whatever he’s saying, reminding Yoongi of the earlier days of the company where you’re just sitting in a chair listening to his demands with your laptop on your lap instead of a desk. He smiles.

He snaps out of his memories when he hears another song start playing. It has a strong, marching band beat that translates through the entire hip hop track. He’s mesmerized by the strong footwork of the whole dance group. Now he regrets not watching the previous dance from the first song. Perhaps he should think about investing in the performance arts industry as well. It’d be a shame for art to not shine.

The group practices another two songs for however many repeated times. By the time Yoongi realizes that the show is over, it’s dark. He looks around; the hallway used to be bright on both sides from the natural light spilling in from outside, but now he’s just a random business creep, who’s unrelated to the school at all, standing in a darkened hallway. He sees the students beginning to make their way to the exit and he backs up to the other side of the hallway to let them through. Despite the strange looks some of them give him, everyone still just passes by, chatting about where they should go to eat. A few of them do take second glances though, and whisper to their companions though.

Most of the students have filed out so Yoongi steps closer again to the door, now staying open wide from one of the students putting down the door stopper. He overhears the conversation that you and the leader have while you pack up.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know, Y/N? You can just send us the playlist if you’re busy.”

“Yeah, well I’m also doing this for Hoseok. He’d want to be able to see how practice goes.” Hoseok?

“You’re too nice, Y/N. Hoseok is lucky.” Who’s Hoseok? The two of you speak in low tones after that statement and the guy nods, “Oh, my bad.”

“Anyways, I gotta go now. I’ll see you guys on Tuesday.” You gather all of your bags and stand up, nodding ‘bye’ to the leader and head out. You nearly stop your tracks when you see your boss still standing there.

“Why are you still here?” Why am I still here?

“I’m waiting for my coffee.” He only remembers as he says those words.

You roll your eyes with an incredulous look.

“Why do you do this?” Yoongi asks as you two walk out.

“Not your business.”

“Please stop saying that. It’s really annoying.”

“Imagine how annoying it is when your boss unexpectedly keeps trying to invade your personal time with business requests through texts, calls, and emails. Knocking on your house all for a cup of coffee. Following you to a dance school and standing outside the door for four hours all for a cup of coffee.” Has it really been four hours?

“Seriously, Jungkook is a good assistant, I swear that boy can do anything you tell him.”

“Except get me my coffee when I need it.” You sigh at his words. You put your bags in the car, “Go home. You’ll get your coffee.”

“How can I make sure you keep to that?”

“I promise. If I don’t get you coffee tonight, you’ll probably threaten to fire me too.”

“…And you couldn’t have said all this before I followed you here?”

~•~

Yoongi gets home, undoing his tie and plops on the couch. He can’t get the music he’s heard tonight out of his head. I forgot to ask Y/N about the music. Perhaps you can give him a copy. Judging by the way you handled the music tonight, you must have been the creator. That’s an interesting piece of information he collected tonight.

But this makes him all the more confused. How do you go from music production to CEO assistant?

Seokjin did once say that this was not the original career choice for her.

His attention turns to the clock, wondering when you’ll show up with the coffee. He’s pretty hungry too.

At his thoughts of dinner, his doorbell rings. He jumps up and nearly jogs over to get it, waving away Yeonjun who was on his way to get the door. Yeonjun slows his tracks and backs up.

Yoongi opens the door. There you are with four cups of large coffees in a to-go tray, “One for every hour in that hallway.” Well you’ve certainly made up for wasting his time.

“Have-have you eaten yet?” He asks. You slightly tilt your head and raise an eyebrow at his stutter.

“I literally hopped in the car, got you your coffee, and came here. You think I ate?” He gives you a look for your sarcasm, “Do you want dinner?”

“No thank you, Mr. Min. You enjoy your night.” You turn around about to leave but he stops you again.

“The music tonight…can you give me a copy?” For the first tonight, you wear an expression he’s never seen you look at him before. Your lips slightly twitch its corners. Your eyes widen in amusement and excitement. In addition, your eyes hold the emotion of relief and gratitude. He can’t explain why, but it may have been his favorite expression you’ve ever shown him.

“Yeah. I can get it to you tomorrow.”

“And uh, who’s that Hoseok guy the leader mentioned?”

You sigh and drop your head, “Back to that privacy issue. Really, I never took you for someone so interested in personal information. I gave you four coffees. It doesn’t mean I’m excusing your lack of excuse for following me all day. You’ve been very intrusive for the past week and a half. And this is kind of extreme. I’m off and I have a replacement. You’re covered, alright? Jungkook will get more coffee from now on, okay?”

“Look,” Yoongi’s fire in the pit of his stomach starts rising, “My assistant decides to drop everything with no notice whatsoever and take a month, if not more off. You were the first one who was unprofessional about this whole thing in the first place. And then, you block everything I send you, and barely respond to any of the business inquiries. There’s so many things going on right now, I’ve never seen you so irresponsible for leaving right now.”

“No, Mr. Min. There is no labor law that requires me to provide an answer to the reason for my PTO or sabbatical if I choose to do so. In fact, I’m sure it’s reverse; there has to be some sort of labor law in regard to you trying to make me work during my days off. I’m not having that type of privacy invasion. And I’ve done everything in my power to make sure other people can cover the job that I’m taking a break from.”

“So, it’s a break. What is it? You feel overworked now? I thought you were better than that. Are you using this break to make some sort of statement? Or you’ve got a boyfriend to cater needs to? Is this Hoseok guy getting in the way of your professionalism?”

“Shut up, Yoongi,” He stops for a moment, forgetting the last time he’s heard his name come from your mouth, “Hoseok’s in a coma because of me, so I’m helping him. Are you happy now?” You swiftly turn around and jump in your car, every motion is loud and angry, and he can feel the shiver up his spine.

You peel off into the night and he looks down at his four coffees in shame. The steam is barely rising from the lips of each lid.

Next chapter

The Impossible Order | Ch. 6

Summary line: Mr. Min is a stoic boss who will never outwardly show appreciation for you. Not until you’re gone does he recognize how much you do. And what you do matters to him.

ceo!Yoongi | best.friend!Hoseok | romance, fluff, angst, and stuff

Loosely inspired by Secretary Kim and this third bullet point of the prompt list

Start from the beginning | Last chapter

~•~

-          Hi, Y/N. Would you be able to get more coffee for Mr. Min? He’s having a very bad day. (Jungkook)

-          His dad came by today…I’m not one to gossip, but I think you should know. (Jungkook)

-          His dad just told him to drop Genius Design and go be the Chairman of Min Snacks. (Jungkook)

-          Y/N, Jungkook says you get him the coffee every morning. Send more (Mr. Min)

-          Y/N, why are you back to ignoring me (Mr. Min)

-          Don’t toy with me, Y/N. You need to bring me some more coffee (Mr. Min)

-          Hey, Y/N! Yoongi seems to be really on edge today. I hate to bother you, but do you think you can send some coffee over? Thanks! (Seokjin)

-          Trust me, Y/N. I need coffee today (Mr. Min)

-          Please (Mr. Min)

-          I won’t hesitate to come to your house for coffee (Mr. Min)

-          Y/N, Mr. Min is coming to your house to get coffee… (Jungkook)

You sigh as you look at the messages after you turned your phone back on. Despite not blocking him anymore, you still felt the need to give yourself a break from his demands throughout the day. In addition to these texts, you’ve received 8 calls from Mr. Min, 3 from Jungkook, and 2 from Seokjin. You should have known. Mr. Min may be a little bit pushy lately, but it is understandable for him to feel a little unsteady.

You’ve been by his side for at least 6 years; 8 if you count the years you weren’t only his assistant, but Seokjin’s intern as well. You leaving all of the sudden is like him standing on a four-legged chair for so long and one of the legs has been hacked off with no warning. So, not that he is right in his way to bombard you on your PTO, but you can understand if something like this might make him feel desperate to get that leg back.

In addition to that, his father. Over the years, you always knew that his father supported his work, but every time you see his father, you can sense some form of bitterness. It’s alarming, but not to the point where you feel completely blindsided.

It’s no wonder his coffee needs were high last night. You do feel bad for the day he had, but not to the point of letting go of his actions and behavior tonight. The fact that he brought up Hoseok was out of bounds, never mind the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place anyways.

You go to your music production desk and look for another blank usb. You tend to keep a bundle of small storage USBs for anyone interested in a copy of your music, provided of course, that the file is encrypted and there’s no chance for others to steal the music. The only factor of Mr. Min’s behavior tonight worth redeeming is the fact that he was interested in your music.

Say what you will about the guy, but he’s the most innovative, tasteful person you know. If he has interest in your music, it means your music means something of value. Despite your career ended up in a different direction, his take to your music tells you that your talent is not depreciated.

With everything going on in the past week and a half, this is the first time that you feel your heart feels just a tiny bit lighter. All because someone likes your music. And not just anyone. He is Min Yoongi: youngest of the top 100 most influential people in the world.

That’s worth a copy of your music and an extra 10 cups of coffee for his day no matter how upset you were by his comment.

~•~

Normally Yoongi can drink however many coffee cups he wants and still fall asleep in the same hour. It’s like a superpower. No, it’s more like he just got used to the caffeine. At this point, it’s a habit he’s conditioned to depend on; in another word: addiction. But last night was one of his harder nights to pass.

His conversation with his father kept replaying in his mind over and over again. And when he tosses and turns, the end of your conversation with him is replayed in his mind.

It’s not necessarily that anything his father can do or say to change his mind, as he is his own man, but he’s more upset that his father wanted him to leave his own company at all. It wasn’t like his father didn’t want him to leave in the first place. When Yoongi first started working in his father’s company, he was just a project manager. He did a pretty good job. But his father always pushed his achievements of building his own company from the ground up; honestly, it wasn’t very subtle. Yoongi knew his father wanted him to do something with his talents the same way his father did. And he took to that very seriously. And now his father decides his son should come back to the company he left?

And you.

He’s never felt more of a jerk towards you than he did last night. It was completely left field of him to come at you, especially about your personal life. And it is because of his selfish intrusions have led you to reveal a very dark and personal struggle. It is completely your business; regardless of who this Hoseok person is in your life. Regardless of the man’s identity, it is completely reasonable for you to be gone. And now that Yoongi knows, he should just back off and let you deal with your personal matters. As a boss, it is his job to not only be conscious of business development, but also make sure that his employees are in a healthy state to work.

Despite these thoughts going through his head all night, considering himself to have made peace with the events of yesterday, he still tossed and turned until 3am; and for three hours, all he had was some very light and shallow rest before his biological clock told him it is the time he regularly wakes up.

Perhaps he can take the day off. Never mind. Despite it to be Sunday, he was still Mr. Min; and Mr. Min has several virtual meetings to go through with a few of his employees and clients. But lucky for him, he can work from home on Sundays. Jungkook will be sending him the energy report soon but he just might tell Jungkook to postpone the meeting with the board about the energy project until Monday.

Mr. Min rolls out of bed, not necessarily because he’s ready to start the day, but there’s no point in him staying in bed any longer.

He drags himself to the kitchen and is a little stunned to see five egg carton tray cup holders, each filled with 4 large cups of coffee sitting on his kitchen island. Next to the last tray, he sees an index card sized card note with a USB on top, Double the amount. He recalls yesterday that you did promise to give him double the amount today. But it’s only 6am right now. He wonders when did you come in and how did he not hear you? Because the cups are still steaming.

~•~

Yesterday the Jubilee had finished all the pieces and put them into place. Today is the day the Princess will come grab the final product so Mr. Min and Jungkook goes down to the workshop to inspect the piece.

When they arrive, Seokjin is already there checking every side and cut of the Jubilee.

“These crown jewels are perfect.” Seokjin carefully picks up one of the pieces with his white gloves to show Mr. Min the Jubilee. Someone hands Mr. Min white gloves so that he can also inspect it himself.

“Very good. Give it a last-minute polish and then bring it up to the presentation room.” Seokjin nods to Mr. Min’s directives and takes the Jubilee back.

The presentation room is meant for high-profile clients to see the merchandise in all its glory as well as a room for the seasonal showcase of new products; and for this company with its prominence, it’s nearly a ballroom.

Mr. Min and Seokjin stand next to the showcase glass with the Jubilee in it. The princess with her security entourage enters the showcase room in all her royal honor. Mr. Min and Seokjin bow and maintain their position until she walks up to them.

“Princess, may I present, your Queen’s Jubilee.” Seokjin gestures to the showcase behind him and the princess steps forward to marvel at the jewels. The Jubilee gift the Princess has requested is nearly every jewelry and accessory imaginable along with a new set of crown jewels, that means the crown, the scepter, and the orb; all a complete set for the Queen to adorn on the day of the ceremony this Saturday. Nearly every inch of each piece is encrusted with jewels and the silver and ceramics have been molded to resemble a dragon wrapping the orb and scepter. In addition to the tourmaline and topaz that the Princess has specifically chosen to decorate the flower design to signify their national flower, the blue poppy, they’ve also added diamonds, rubies, and emeralds; all to signify the colors of their prayer flags as a symbol of blessings for the Queen. In the back, is a silver plate with the number 25 in Tibetan to signify her Silver Jubilee mark.

“I am very satisfied. I praise your employees for their wonderful design and craftmanship.” The princess smiles at Mr. Min in which he bows again to accept her compliments.

“I’m delighted to hear your satisfaction.” Mr. Min replies.

They walk over to the table nearby which her security guards prop up the suitcases full of cash for the price of the Jubilee.

“Our resident gem expert, Jung Ye Rin, and our high-profile jeweler security, Kwon Soon Young, will be accompanying your jewels back to Bhutan, until after the ceremony when the jewels will be secured.” Mr. Min explains to the Princess as they watch his two employees carefully take the Jubilee pieces out of the showcase and into their travel storage.

“Seokjin will come on Friday and attend the ceremony as well.”

“As will you?” The Princess asks, “and if you come earlier, I can give you a tour around my country.” Well, he can’t really say no to a personal invite.

“Of course, Princess. I will be attending the ceremony, unfortunately, due to the demands of my company, I am unable to stay long. Seokjin and I will be there the same time. We are both coming down on Friday and leaving after the ceremony.” The princess nods in understanding, however her distant looks does show a hint of disappointment.

“Well, I hope when you attend, we can still spend the most time together.” A princess has dignity, but never gives up.

~•~

“Oh my God. A princess really likes you.” Seokjin laughs as he claps the back of his friend.

“Why are you so excited?” Yoongi shrugs him off as he replies to an email from one of his associates.

“I don’t know. Maybe because it’s you that a princess is interested in? Maybe because it’s like a drama?...Okay, yeah. It’s because it’s you. Yes, yes. You are one of the most eligible bachelors in South Korea, if not the top one, but…come on, did you ever think you’d catch the eye of a princess?” Seokjin walks around the table to get back to his chair.

“No.”

“Exactly! You’re you! You have no romance at all. No romance, charisma, or charm.” Seokjin throws his hands up and collapses on the chair with dramatic flair. Yoongi turns his head to look at Seokjin. “For the ladies, of course.” Seokjin quickly adds.

“Not because I have no confidence in myself, but I simply do not imagine these things in my downtime.”

“What downtime?”

“Exactly.”

~•~

Since your last lesson of turning off your phone, you choose to simply silent it for the sake of dance practice. At the end of the dance practice, you put away your equipment and check your phone. Nothing too urgent; just Jungkook giving you a few updates.

For the past two days, Mr. Min has been pretty quiet with his demands. Guess there’s a silver lining to telling him some personal matters.

While you’re gone from work, you sort of fell into a routine. Get up, do some work-related updates. go visit Hoseok during the day, play the practice videos, come home, take a shower, feed Yeontan, go to the dance university, dj for dance practice as well as record their dance practice, come home, get dinner and sleep. Not that doing things for Hoseok wasn’t great, you just start to feel like routine isn’t for you. At least work gave you a new challenge every day.

With this realization in mind, you chose to do something out of routine. As much as Hoseok is resting, you might as well use your PTO for yourself as well. Some self-care, some relaxation. You should commit at least one part of each day for yourself. Today will be eating dinner outside and going to a bookstore. You haven’t picked up any voluntary reading for a while now.

~•~

This happens to be one of your most favorite pastimes. Earl Grey tea, noise-cancelling headphones, going to a well-lit bookstore to pick up some good reads, or read while you’re there.

As you slowly go down the aisle, your peripheral vision has a familiar face bent down at an angle to get your attention.

“Y/N?”

“Namjoon!” You pause your music and pull your headphones down to rest on your shoulders.

“You look like a female version of Yoongi for a moment.” Namjoon comments with a smile. You curve one side of your lips, “Please.”

“I’m, like, half serious.”

“Haven’t seen you in nearly two years. What are you up to?” You change the subject. You don’t really see the compliment of being similar to Mr. Min.

“What are any of us doing here?” He raises his eyebrows in a playful manner.

“Are you talking about in the bookstore or are you having an existential crisis?”

“I could be both.” You shake your head and chuckle, “How are you, Namjoon?”

“Things are alright. I’m just chilling. Waiting for Seokjin and Yoongi to grab some dinner.”

“Nice.” You recall Jungkook spilling the tea on Senior Min wanting Mr. Min to be the chairman. Doing so means Namjoon and all his hard work is pushed away. You feel so much pity for Namjoon, but knowing Mr. Min, he would never let that happen, so you shouldn’t feel too nervous for Namjoon.

Speaking of your boss…

You see Seokjin and Mr. Min’s head bobbing their way down the aisle of books. Seokjin looks excited to see you as he makes a gentle wave. Mr. Min doesn’t really express much, but by the looks of his eyes, he’s surprised to see you.

“Y/N! How’s your break going?” Seokjin asks as he walks up to you. Namjoon looks at you, realizing why he felt like it was such a surprise to see you out and about so early in the evening. Normally at this hour, you’d still be in the office, hence you being here proves you’re currently off.

“Ah. Well, doing stuff…” You trail off. Seokjin immediately recognizes your boundaries, unlike some people.

“Well, then. We won’t disturb your PTO. See you later!” Seokjin guides his friends away and you wave them goodbye.

What’s it like for other people when they see their boss in public?

~•~

“I knew I felt like something was weird! I haven’t seen her in so long because she’s always working late.” Namjoon exclaims, facepalming his forehead.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve really seen her ever take a vacation day. Unless she capped her hours and she’s forced to.” Seokjin remarks.

Yoongi does his best to stay silent on the matter. Knowing what he knows, he doesn’t want to be a part of the conversation. She didn’t want to let him know why she called out, let alone, letting other people know.

He was surprised to see you though. He would have thought that you would have wanted to stay beside your…friend or whoever he is to you, for the duration of your time. Also, he was…almost a little…scared? To see you. No, not scared. But something else he can’t point out. Since you outed your reasons to him, he felt the importance to stay away and let you deal with your things; and despite the fact that you got him coffee the very next day, doesn’t mean you weren’t still mad. He doesn’t know if you’re still mad.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi turns to his friend to change the subject, “Hey, so I need to tell you something.”

Yoongi explains to him what happened on Saturday with his father’s conversation. All the while Namjoon doesn’t look at Yoongi, taking in what he’s saying. Seokjin inhales sharply, unsure how Namjoon will react.

“Thanks,” Namjoon grimaces, “I appreciate your honestly.” No one said anything for a minute, just letting the atmosphere sink in. Namjoon sits up and stretches his back, “It’s not really surprising; it’s understandable, if you try to think like a father, I guess. Maybe. But I’m still disappointed.”

“That’s understandable.” Seokjin nods.

“Don’t worry about me though. Maybe it’s just time for me to recognize where I can be valued more. How about you, what are you going to do?” Namjoon looks at Yoongi.

“I’m not going back. That’s all I know.” Yoongi knocks back a shot of soju. Namjoon nods expectantly.

“So Namjoon, guess what? We met the Princess today again.” Seokjin wiggles his eyebrows to change the subject. Namjoon grins and looks at Yoongi.

“So…has she asked for your hand in marriage yet?” Seokjin and Namjoon laugh with each other while Yoongi just shakes his head.

“I hate you all.”

“Hey, man. She’s beautiful and nice.”

“And she’s in another country.” Yoongi reminds his friends.

“So, are you saying if she weren’t in another country, you’d ask her out?”

“No. She’s a princess. She’s got duties and I’m not cut out for royal business.”

“Okay so if she was a normal citizen in South Korea, you’d ask her out?” Namjoon inquires.

“No.”

“Come on, man. Real talk. What kind of woman do you want?” Seokjin leans in.

“No.”

“Oh! Okay, I’m sorry. What kind of man do you want?”

“I don’t have time for a woman. And even if I had any time at all, there’s no woman that can keep up with what I do.” At that, Seokjin raises his eyebrows and bites back a grin. He glances behind Yoongi at Namjoon who shares the same look. Seokjin tries to hide his grin and subtly shakes his head.

“Okay. So, someone who keeps up with your schedule, knows your problems and can share your burdens, and has an in-depth understanding of your quirks. Well damn. If that’s the case, and she’s all up in your business, how are you going give in the relationship? Can’t just expect someone to hang around all for your own sake. Women needs love, care, protection, and affect – “

“And how would you know? You don’t date either.” Yoongi shoots back

“I date!” Seokjin protests.

Namjoon waves him off. “Hey, focus,” Namjoon turns back to Yoongi, “He makes a point though. You’d be a pretty lousy boyfriend if all you want is someone to trail you and be your assistant.”

“I don’t want an assistant.” Yoongi raises his voice, much louder than intended.

“Okay. Great. So how are you going to prevent that? Because it doesn’t sound like you’d do much for her.”

“You guys are bringing up a nonexistent girlfriend for me right now. How did we even get here?” Yoongi urges for the subject to drop.

“Because one day you’re going to actually discover who she is. And when you do, you’re going to realize how much of an asshole you can be to her if you’re not careful.”

~•~

Yoongi takes off his jacket and plops on the couch; his face is a little red from the amount of soju he had tonight.

He’s bothered by Namjoon and Seokjin’s chastising; like he’d really be a bad boyfriend. Not like there’s even someone able to keep up with him. You are, but you’re his assistant; and he’s already made a point that he’s not trying to date an assistant. No offense to you, but the dynamics between you and him is boss and assistant; it’s not a realistic dynamic for a couple before they are a couple.

As these thoughts run through his head, he feels maybe a little bit of an asshole; making it sound like it’s a matter of class. He tries to rephrase himself in his head. Besides. It’s not like he’s the highest and mightiest of them all. He has a princess chasing after him and he doesn’t feel worthy. And she’s not his type.

Normally in public events, when he knows he’s bound to run into some ladies who aren’t his type, you’re there to fan them away. Don’t know how you do it, but with you by his side, he worries so much less about most things.

These thoughts bring him to think about the Jubilee ceremony coming up. You’re not there to shoo her away, although that’d be pretty interesting to see how you help him reject a princess.

He looks to his phone but shakes the thoughts out of his head just as fast. He can’t bother you at a time like this. He kind of promised himself to give you the space you need right now. It’s the least he can do.

Next Chapter

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A/N: With everything going on in the world, I’ve been more than distracted, sad, and stressed to write. But here I am. Because I don’t want to stop writing and you’ve waited for a month. And I’m an impatient perfectionist. Which means I just finished writing and I haven’t even proofread. I’m posting now and will likely go back and edit my grammar on and off. Everyone, stay healthy. For those part of the protests, or if you’re an essential, etc., stay safe. Anyone who is not in any of the above categories, stay safe anyway.

The Impossible Order | Ch. 1

Summary line: Mr. Min is a stoic boss who will never outwardly show appreciation for you. Not until you’re gone does he recognize how much you do. And what you do matters to him.

ceo!Yoongi | best.friend!Hoseok | romance, fluff, angst, and stuff

Loosely inspired by Secretary Kim and this third bullet point of the prompt list

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Circle Room Talk: Are you an introvert or extrovert?

No More Dream: Tell us about a dream you had about your bias.

On the Start Line: What was your first job?

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Circle Room Cypher: Tell us about your BFF.

Path: When you die, how do you want to be remembered?

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We On: List your favorite TV shows.

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If I Ruled the World: Tell me what you’d do if you were Ruler of the World for a day.

Coffee: Coffee or Tea?

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Satoori Rap: Tell us about a custom from your country.

Luv in Skool: Tell us about your favorite school subject.

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Boy In Luv: What are your otps? 

Soulmate: Do you believe in love at first sight or soulmates?

Where did you come from: Talk about your place of birth.

Just One Day: If you had one day to spend with your bias, what would you two do?

Tomorrow: What do you aspire to be?

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Spine Breaker: Do you enjoy exercising?

Jump: Do you like extreme sports?

Propose: What do you think about public proposals?

Miss Right: Who in your bias group is most compatible personality wise to you? 

I Like It, Slow Jam: Care for a dance? (Can you dance?) 

Dark&Wild

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Danger: What is the most dangerous situation you’ve ever been in?

War of Hormone: Tell me about your crush.

Hiphop Lover: What kind of music do you like other than kpop?

Let Me Know: Tell me a secret that someone in your real life doesn’t know about.

Rain: What kind of weather is your favorite?

Cypher 3 Killer: If you could kill someone without being caught, would you?

What are you Doing: What were you doing before you logged into tumblr today?

Would you Turn off Your Cellphone: Have you ever gone on a day without using your cellphone/computer, and what was it like for you?

24/7=Heaven: Do you believe a heaven or afterlife exists?

Look Here: Post your best selfie.

2nd Grade: Tell me about your childhood crush.

Does that make sense?: Tell me about something that confuses you.

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I Need U: What is something you can’t live without?

Hold me Tight: Do you like cuddles/hugs?

Expectation!: What are you like when you’re angry?

Dope: List your favorite songs this week.

Boyz with Fun: List your 5 vorite bias group moments 

Converse High: How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Move: Have you ever moved from one house to another?

Love is not over: Name one regret.

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Never Mind: Name something you’re trying to forget about.

Run: What is something you hope to accomplish this year?

Butterfly: Tell me about any collections you currently maintain.

Whalien 52: Tell me about the time you felt most alone.

Ma City: Name something you’re proud of about your city.

Baepsae: Talk about a time when you exceeded other’s expectations of you.a

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House of Cards: List out your bias ranking.

Young Forever

Fire: If you were an element, what element would you be?

Save me: Tell me about a time when you saved someone or vice versa.

Young Forever: What was your YOLO moment? (a time when you just threw all caution to the wind and did something potentially dangerous)

Wings

Boy Meets Evil: What was your hardest moment of temptation and did you fall for it? 

Blood Sweat & Tears: Tell me about the time you worked yourself to the gbone for something. 

LIe: What was the biggest lie you ever managed to pull off? 

Stigma: Is there something about you that others stigmatize you for? 

First Love: Tell me about your first real relationship and what you learned from it.

Reflection: What is your favorite physical part of yourself? 

Mama: What is your first memory of your mother ? 

Awake: What is the first thing you do when you wake up? 

Lost: Have you gotten so lost you couldn’t find your way back before? What ended up happening? 

Cypher 4: Name three things you love about yourself.

Am I wrong: Have you ever broke up then  made up with a partner? 

21st Century Girls: Post your cutest aeyo pic. 

two! Three: How many languages can you count to 10 with?

INterlude: Wings: What is your favorite place to escape to? It can be physcial, mental, etc.  

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hey I just want to say I absolutely love the impossible order - ur so talented!! when is the next part coming, I am literally so excited :)))

Thank you so much for your love and support💜💜💜! As for the next part, I'm slowly writing. Life is distracting...technically life shouldn't be distracting, as it is your center of reality...but either way, I've been invested in my personal life. And I write a little slower because I want to pace myself. I havent written in a long time and i feel like if I force myself to write a lot, I will just frustrate myself into a writers block. I know what I want to do next, I just want to make sure I pave the write words to the next important scene. Please bear with me. I'd love to finish this story :)