The Impossible Order | Ch. 4

The Impossible Order | Ch. 4

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

Seokjin watches Yoongi chug back the soju and slams it on the table. The seventh one by the count of the bottles.

“Yoongi, what’s going on?”

“Y/N is bothering me.”

“She’s not even here!”

“Exactly!” Seokjin is taken aback but his smile increases in amusement. He takes his own soju bottle and pours some into Yoongi’s cup, “Why?”

“What?”

“Why does that bother you?” Yoongi stops for a moment and hiccups. Why does that bother him? His head rolls around as he tries to focus on what’s in front of him, but the bottles keep moving. He keeps blinking, hoping that his vision stops being blurry.

Seokjin passes him a piece of chicken, “Ah, I should have known.”

“What?” Yoongi glances up to Seokjin with half-lids. He’d move his head to look up too, but he’s afraid of toppling over completely.

“Y/N has been working in this company for what? 8 years? Been your assistant for 6?”

“Okay…” Why is Seokjin mathing right now?

“You can’t function with her anymore. And do you know why?” Yoongi dares to shake his head but he puts both hands on the table to steady himself.

“We have no time for riddles. Answer my question.” Yoongi glares at Seokjin.

“You didn’t even ask a question. I asked you the questions.”

“Then answer the ‘uestions!” Yoongi raises his voice. Seokjin shakes his head. Ok. It’s time to cut Yoongi off.

“I’m not having a conversation with you when you become a loud and gibberish-ing drunk. Let’s get you home.” Yoongi mumbles his protests in gibberish as Seokjin pays the bill.

“She ‘oesn’t tell me wha’s going on.” Yoongi mumbles as Seokjin picks him up and escorts him into the car.

“Yeah, well that’s why she has us to be her hands and feet.”

“I wan’ my coffee.”

“Can’t help you there, bud, I want it too. Trust me, if I can get it so I can shut you up, I would.” Seokjin goes to the window by Mr. Min’s driver, “Please make sure he can get into the door.”

Yeonjun nods, “Of course, Mr. Kim.”

Mr. Min is still rolling around the backseat, “Yeon’un, Y/N’s place.”

Yeonjun glances back to Mr. Min and shakes his head, “Sorry, Mr. Min. But you’re too drunk.”

~•~

Last night, you received Seokjin’s text, Hey. Don’t mean to intrude on your personal time, at all. But I wanted to check in and see if you’re ok enough to reply something to Yoongi? He’s pretty ridiculous, but he kind of needs to hear from you. Otherwise, all of your consultations will be a waste and he’ll just burn us all to the ground. No pressure though! If you really can’t right now, just let me know. I’ll talk to him.

You tilt your head back and exhale loudly. Even back when the company was a startup, Seokjin was still a peacemaker. You used to talk back to your boss, but things have changed since the company rose to its place.

**

“Y/N, you’re supposed to do what I tell you. So, stop thinking, and just do,” Yoongi standing over you while you glare up at your boss with your laptop in your lap. He shakes the printed emails on your face, “Look at this! We lost our only active client right now, because of your mistake. You should have told me the moment it happened, but you tried to fix it yourself. Now look where we’re at!”

You stand up to Yoongi with your laptop open still in your hands, “It wasn’t my fault! I did tell you the moment the situation started turning on itself, but you wouldn’t listen to me. I was trying to fix your mistake before the client really got pissed. And then you canceled the shipment I worked really hard to get a hold of just because it wasn’t your plan. That’s not on me, that’s on you. You’re micromanaging at a very poor state. You arrogant, self-centered jerk!”

Yoongi closes his face in on you, “Y/N, Seokjin may have been your classmate, but I’m your boss here and now. Unless you want to find another boss who’s willing to pay you the rate we have here, I never want you to speak to me like that again.”

“Shit boss in a shithole of a company.” You say. The room got cold with there was a deafening silence.

Seokjin quickly rose up and stood in between you and Yoongi who were glaring at each other, “Okay, okay. I think we’ve all said enough. Yoongi, go stand over there. And Y/N, you go stand over there,” Seokjin pointed to opposite ways. Both of you looked out of your respective windows with your arms crossed.

“Now look. This isn’t the end of it. We all did what we thought was best at the time. This is our first mistake of many, but we learn from each one, right? Yoongi, you’re not only person who’s right all the time. Some people have good ideas and you’ll miss out on some really great opportunities and people if you never let go of control. Y/N, you were very smart, and we never want you to neglect that part of you. But Yoongi is right in that you had to talk to us about it instead of going off on your own. And honestly, let’s not curse at each other, ok? This is still a business, in a professional setting here.” You glance above and look at your surroundings. It’s a pretty tiny room you guys operate in. You don’t even have a desk.

“We’re not trying to one up each other, right? We’re a team. We will have to work together in solving problems. Even if Yoongi is a little stubborn, I’m here, right? And Yoongi, I’m also here to make sure that Y/N does communicate to us about these things more, right? Right, guys? Now we’re gonna be fine. Let’s focus on the tasks at hand, rather than point fingers and focus back on bringing our clients back in.”

You take a deep breath as you listen to Seokjin’s consulting words. Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee and scrunches his face, “This coffee is trash.” He throws it to the trash can on the side. You turn around and walk out, “I’ll go grab you some coffee.”

After you leave, Yoongi looks at Seokjin.

“She’s very unprofessional.” Yoongi puts his hands in his pocket.

“But she’s brilliant. Honestly, you did kind of messed it up, though. She really did have it worked out.”

“Haven’t you heard, knowledge and skill is teachable. Attitude is not.”

“Well, she never really intended to be in an administrative workplace. Give her a chance to adjust. We’re only 8 months in. We’re all adjusting. Trust me, my intuition is on point. This is the job for her; and she is the assistant you need. I hope she never stops trying to kick you in the ass every once in a while.” You stayed behind to listen to their words. After the conversation was over, you left for the coffee run.

**

If it wasn’t for Seokjin, you would have been fired that day. And you would have never had the job you have now. Seokjin gave you a chance to finally mold to the composed and professional role you have today. It’s the least I can do for Seokjin. You say to yourself as you scroll through your contacts to find your boss. Unblocked.

You look up to the door of Hoseok’s room. Beyond that, lies a man who is hopelessly in love with you. Near broken, and oh, so tender. You took a deep breath and walk in.

There he is, waiting. Waiting to wake up. Waiting to see you. If his consciousness is active, you don’t know which one he wants more right now.

You set your stuff down next to your chair and hover over your friend. You wish he’d wake up so you can hear what he has to say. You’re sure he has much to say. But you’re also worried for what he’d want you to say when he wakes up.

“Wake up anyway.” You whisper, lacing your fingers with his right hand, doing your best not to bend anything.

At that moment you see Hoseok’s eyes rolling around behind his eyelids. You gasp and take a step back for a moment. But you remember what’s more at stake. You slam the doctor button above his head.

“Hoseok? Wake up!” The doctor and nurse fly in to assess him while you stand in the corner.

“He’s not awake yet,” your shoulders slump at the update, “it’s common for patients’ eyes to do that even when they’re in a coma. For now, it’s good to keep speaking to him though. Familiar voices will help.”

“Thanks, doctor.” He and the nurse step out and you step towards Hoseok.

You lean over him again, “H-Hoseok…” maybe right now would be a good time since he’s unconscious, “I went over to your house to house-sit. I saw how much you invest in for Yeontan. I…I saw your room.” You pause when you see his eyes rolling around again, “…I want to hear it from you. I want to talk to you. I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know what I want to say to you just yet. But I need to stop talking. Because I need to hear you more. I’m so sorry for being an idiot. I’m so sorry if you ever felt taken advantaged of. Above all, you should know that I do lo…that you’re my dearest friend and I never want anything bad to happen to you.”

You feel a buzz in your pocket, and you lean back to check your phone. It’s a text from Yeonjun.

Hi, Y/N. Mr. Min is currently feeling a hangover and he says he really needs coffee. But he says it has to be the coffee. He won’t get out of bed. Are you able to help?

You close your eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Jungkook starts tomorrow. You really thought your boss could wait. But he’s always been some form of an addict.

You put your phone back in your pocket and lean over Hoseok again, “Hoseok, I have to go right now. But I’ll be back. I promise. I’ll always be here for you. Please wake up.”

~•~

Yoongi’s arm lays over his eyes as he attempts to ignore the pounding of his headache. The blackout curtains are closed, and the only light comes from the thin outline at the bottom of the curtains. He’ll have to get you to speak to his maid to switch out the curtains for something even longer.

He hears a knock on his door and groans, turning over to his side facing away from the door, “If it’s not coffee, go away.”

“It’s coffee, Mr. Min.” Yoongi’s ears perked up, “Fine.”

Yeonjun steps in as quietly as he possibly can be and brings the cup to Yoongi’s bedside. Yoongi slowly sits up and takes to coffee from Yeonjun. He opens the lid and sees the latte art he expects. Steaming.

Yoongi inhales the steam and already feel invigorated by aroma. Yeonjun raises his eyebrows, “Should I give you two a minute?” Yoongi glares at Yeonjun but he quickly backs up. Before Yeonjun opens the door, Yoongi stops him, “Wait. Where’s Y/N?”

“All she did was drop this off to me. She had me pick it up from her car at the curbside.”

Yoongi frowned but didn’t say anything, which was Yeonjun’s cue to leave. Yoongi took a sip of the coffee. At least he got his fix.

After he finishes his coffee, he’s actually ready to get up and get ready for the day. He walks out of his room in his well-tailored grey suit, straightening his jacket, he steps out ready again, with the hangover gone.

“Mr. Min.” Yeonjun greets, holding out another cup. Mr. Min opens the lid again to see the familiar latte. Mr. Min looks up to Yeonjun for an explanation, “Y/N gave me two this morning. One for the hangover; one for the car ride to the company.”

See, this is the Y/N he’s been looking for.

~•~

The moment Mr. Min pulls up, he sees a guy in suit standing outside of the company with a very familiar coffee up in hand. He doesn’t look one hundred percent man, but he can’t label him a boy either. The moment the car door opens for Mr. Min and he steps out, buttoning his jacket, the guy walks over and hands over coffee cup, “Good morning, Mr. Min. My name is Jeon Jungkook, and I’m currently taking over for Y/N for this month.” Mr. Min takes a sip and recognizes the coffee. Steaming.

As Mr. Min walks in, Jungkook follows his side, passing over the tablet to show him his morning routine, “Today, you’ll be meeting Mr. Bang and his film crew at 9:30 about our latest video production equipment for his artist’s new MV. At 11, Kim Taehyung will be doing a video conference with you about his artist frame. At 2:15, your father will be coming in to examine the designs for the anniversary gift.” Mr. Min hands Jungkook back the tablet after looking at the schedule. Jungkook helps press the elevator button for Mr. Min.

Mr. Min side glances at Jungkook. Looks like you really did train this kid strictly.

“Get Soobin on the phone. Figure out where we’re at with the cobalt mines. And Jimin hasn’t sent me his designs for Kim’s artist frame.”

“I spoke with Soobin before you arrived. He said this morning they found an area with a 7.7 on the cobalt detector scale at the site. They will set up the perimeter and permits before they get started on the actual mining process. The whole  process will be completely set up and ready in three days and will begin mining on the fourth. Jimin has emailed you the designs this morning. Here.” Jungkook hands him the email showing the designs. Mr. Min swipes through the designs.

“What happened here? I told Jimin I want zultanite.”

“It was Mr. Kim’s request. He requires the tourmaline at the top of the frame. He’s willing to settle the zultanite for the remaining parts of the frame, except for that one.” Mr. Min inhales deeply before he takes another sip of coffee.

~•~

“You look much better.” Seokjin observes as Mr. Min came in.

“Got the coffee.” Mr. Min raises his cup to show Seokjin. Seokjin makes an expression of understanding.

“Well, do you have another cup? I kind of have a bomb that I need to drop on you.” Oh no. Mr. Min puts his cup down on his desk and put his hands on it to stay steady, “What?”

Before Seokjin can get the words out, Jungkook puts another cup of coffee on the desk in front of him and retracts his legs to stand straight next to Mr. Min.

Both men look at Jungkook with raised eyebrows before looking back at one another.

“JP made a mistake during the tourmaline cut for the biggest gem. It’s too small to fit in the mold now. We have to wait for that shipment coming from Hestia.” Mr. Min slams his hands on the table and curses loudly. That means they just wasted 100 ct worth of tourmaline and the incoming shipment was to be used for the other four projects will use 100 ct of it for the Jubilee.

“And Kim Taehyung’s unveiling happens the Thursday after. And then comes Yoo Jae Suk’s Running Man anniversary gift the following Tuesday. We’re lucky that my parent’s anniversary is mid-month and the Met Gala is at the end of the month. By the beginning of next month, we will get our regular shipment from our main supplier, Microcosm. By then, we can use the 40 ct for the anniversary and the Met Gala, but we’re using only 115 ct for the former two.”

“Jungkook,” Mr. Min gestures towards the boy behind him firmly, “Find out the eta on Hestia’s shipment.”

“I just messaged our Hestia point of contact,” Jungkook immediately hands Mr. Min his phone, “Their shipment notification says they’ll be here by Thursday. I told them that a crisis has happened, and they need to expedite the shipment to.”

While the phone is in Mr. Min’s hand, the contact person messaged back to Jungkook, We can upgrade the shipment to priority one. It will arrive in tomorrow. However, there is a $1500 price to it.

Mr. Min hands Jungkook back the phone, “Tell them money is not an issue. They should have fucking did that in the first place anyway.”

Jungkook shows Seokjin the updates.

“Okay,” Seokjin gestures with his hands, “so I guess crisis averted. Sort of. The tourmaline must be inserted before topaz, so production will be halted for 3 days on the gemstone side. 1 day for the shipment to arrive. Because it comes in raw, we still need to polish and cut it, which takes 2 days. We’re cutting in close, but the gold and ceramic piece is coming together at the same time, so by the time the piece is complete, we will have the tourmaline and topaz in. The product should expect to be done this Saturday. JP will have to do overtime for Saturday. And then Monday, the princess is back to see the final product.”

Mr. Min pinches the bridge of his nose and looks down. He grabs the new cup of coffee and practically downs it like a shot.

“Yeah. Sounds about right.”

“Nice job, Jungkook. You’re really quick.” Seokjin smiles.

“I learn from the best.” Jungkook has a quick and shy smile, but he quickly turns back to Mr. Min, “I’ve learned that Kim Taehyung’s piece requires 73 ct worth of tourmaline. Yoo Jae Suk requests to make 21 trinket anniversary gifts, 8 for the cast members, and 13 for his production crew. The trinkets are relatively small, but with 21 of them, the amount of tourmaline required is 42kg. If any mistakes are made during production, we barely have any left to work with.”

“One step at a time, kiddo. Let’s finish up the Jubilee first.” Seokjin says, looking at Mr. Min’s furrowed eyebrows. Mr. Min looks up at the clock. It’s 9.

“Mr. Bang and his film crew will be here soon. Is the tech team ready?”

“Yes, Mr. Min. They’re already setting up the equipment in Meeting Room 3.” Jungkook reads his text aloud.

“Alright. Go on, get everything set up. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” Mr. Min shoos Jungkook out of the room. Seokjin watches Jungkook leave the room and turns back to Mr. Min, expecting Mr. Min to speak more to him. Mr. Min blinks at him, “What? You too.”

“Oh,” Seokjin stands up straight from leaning his hands on the chair, “Alright. See you later. I’ll be back at 3:30 to go over Yoo Jae Suk’s designs.”

Mr. Min drops to his seat and sighs, rubbing his face. He takes out his phone and just stares at it for a moment.

Whatever.

He speed-dials 2. He’s shocked when he actually hears the ringing tone.

“Hello?” It’s been a nearly a week since he’s heard your voice. That’s probably the longest he’s been without speaking to you for the past, at least, 6 years.

“You finally unblocked me.” Yoongi notes. You nod although he can’t hear it. You get up from the hospital chair and move towards the window.

“Yeah.” There’s an awkward silence.

“Did you need something?”

“Jungkook is doing alright.”

“Good. Glad to hear it, Mr. Min. I hope he can replace me well enough for the time being.”

More awkward silence.

“Where do you get the coffee?” Yoongi asks, staring at the cup in hand. It’s a to-go cup, so it couldn’t have been made.

“I followed a leprechaun to the end of the rainbow.” Yoongi pauses his moments and just raises an eyebrow.

“Why are you like this?” It’s been a minute before he’s heard anything snarky from you. For the past few years, you’ve only been, Yes, Mr. Min.

“I’m currently off. I get to be like this.”

“Why’d you take off?” He hears you sigh.

“Not to be rude, but it’s really not any of your business.” He presses his lips together.

“How long are you gone?”

“As long as I need to be. But I’m not gonna lie, the more you ask, the longer I want it to be.”

Silence again.

“JP made a mistake with the tourmaline cut. We’re expediting Hestia to use their shipment. But that means using what we expected to use for –“

“Kim Taehyung and Yoo Jae Suk. And then when Microcosm pulls through, you’ll use it for your parent’s anniversary and the Met Gala.” You finish his thoughts.

“Yeah.”

“I think we should look into working with Hestia to be our second supplier. One for the beginning of the month, one for mid-month.” It’s so easy for you to come up with ideas.

“…Not bad. I’ll think about it.” You smirk, thinking back to the days he wouldn’t listen to anyone or anything.

Yoongi looks up at the clock. It’s 9:15.

“I have to go. Meeting with Bang at 9:30.”

“I know. Have a good day, Mr. Min.” He hangs up and gets up from his seat. He exhales loudly as he stretches really quick. He drinks the last bits of coffee before walking out.

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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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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.

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