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I recently came across The Impossible Order and I just love it so so much!! I can’t wait to see how the story progresses ❤️

You're so sweet! This is my first piece of writing for two or three years now, I think, so I'm very grateful for your support.

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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.

Next chapter

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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Now that Starbucks brought back the seasonal peppermint mocha, id like to go to the mall and sip it on the second floor to immerse in the story of Santa's Present

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The Impossible Order | Ch. 7

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

Your routine is getting increasingly hazy. To be honest, the most interesting parts of your day are when you are tending to Jungkook’s inquiries. Now that you’re more active in replying to Jungkook, Seokjin and Mr. Min reach out to you less. Seokjin doesn’t have to be a peacemaker anymore, and Mr. Min has resolved with himself that he needs to give you the space that you require.

Of course, you don’t mind being around Hoseok’s bedside all day. Yes, hospitals are uncomfortable and Hoseok is still in a coma, but these things are outside of your control right now; you’re rather flexible with uncomfortable situations, all thanks to Mr. Min’s demands. Your patience, however, is tested; not with Hoseok, but just with the routine. You do give yourself a little more self-care routine lately though. Taking baths, cooking at home, cleaning yours and Hoseok’s home, taking care of Yeontan, going to a bookstore.

Yeontan isn’t allowed to roam around the hospital, but you have been able to sneak him in your bag a couple times. Whenever Yeontan sees Hoseok in the hospital bed, he leaps from your arms so quick to lick his hands. You’re always scrambling to pull him back just in case Yeontan tries to jump on him. It’s understandable, with all the time Hoseok takes care of Yeontan, Yeontan low-key likes him more than he likes you.

You just get home from walking Yeontan. Hoseok’s class has rehearsal at 6pm. You have time to take a shower before heading over. You’re about to head into the shower but your phone lights up with a call. It’s Jungkook.

You sigh and sit on the lid of your toilet seat in your towel. The rehearsal is at 6pm and generally lasts for an 3 hours. Right now, is 4:45pm. You still need to shower and head over there. Jungkook doesn’t usually call you for information unless it’s pretty urgent.

“Hello?” You lift your head and brush your hair back. You hear Jungkook take a slow breath before speaking.

“Um. Hey…Y/N…” Oh no.

“Jungkook…You sound terrible.” Your hair falls back into place as your hand leaves your hair.

“Yeah…um…I might be sick…” You bite your lip and touch the bridge of your nose.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s…um, food poisoning, I think.” Oh jeez.

“Mr. Min’s flight to Bhutan is tonight…” You get up and start pacing in your bathroom, however small. The fuzziness of your shower mat started to scratch as you graze the bottom of your foot back and forth on it.

“Yeah…” You cover the mic of your phone and sigh.

“Jungkook, get some rest. I’ll handle it.”

“I’m really sorry about this.”

“No, Jungkook, it’s okay. These things are out of our control. Just focus on getting better right now, okay? Do you need anything? I can drop by and bring you some medicine from the drugstore.” You put Jungkook on speaker as you quickly started ordering medicine from a drugstore for pickup.

“No, my roommates’ got me covered over here. But I do have stuff from your checklist that needs to be brought to Bhutan with Mr. Min.”

“Right. Okay. I’ll stop by for them in a bit.”

“Okay…I’m really sorry.”

You shake your head and held the phone near your mouth, “Jungkook, stop. Mr. Min will be fine. I’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. We’re all fine. Everything will be fine, okay?” It came out a little harsher than you intend. By no means are you mad at Jungkook for ruining your PTO like this; really, if anything, you’re concerned for the kid. You hope he lets this go and just focuses on getting better.

“…Okay…”

“Alright. I’ll see you in a bit. I’ll text you when I’m outside your place.”

“Thanks.” After you hang up, you step into the shower and think of a game plan. You will not break your one-sided promise to Hoseok to record his rehearsal and DJ. But Mr. Min has never been out of the country without an assistant. It’s too bad you don’t have a backup for Jungkook; and anyone you can come up with as a plan C for you and Jungkook is probably ill-prepared to go out of the country at such a late notice. Technically, you are too. But you have some emergency travel kits for times like these. It’s terrible that you don’t have emergency kits for actual emergency trauma.

The moment you step out of the shower, you call Jiwoo, an old friend who used to take classes with you in music production. She actually lives pretty close to Hoseok’s university.

While you confirm Jiwoo with the favor, you grab your emergency travel kits and your suitcase. Tomorrow is the Jubilee so you’ll have to pack some extra nice clothes to meet royalty. When you and Mr. Min arrive, you’ll be expected to find a Kira for you and a Kho for him and Seokjin to wear to the Jubilee ceremony.

Yeontan barks at your feet and you remember your dog will be without you or Hoseok for the weekend. You quickly check his automatic dog food and water dispenser; enough to last the weekend. Yeontan doesn’t have any more painkillers to take, so he’s all good on that end. For times like these, you wouldn’t be able to walk him, but you have some indoor dog potty trays you can set up in the bathroom for him. You also have security cameras at home to constantly check in on him. When Jiwoo stops by for your gear, you’ll drop an extra key for her in case anything happens.

Jungkook has already transferred the flight ticket to your name, so you’ll be leaving Seoul with Mr. Min at 9:05pm. With the quick layover in Bangkok, you be arriving in Bhutan a little after 6 in the morning.

After Jiwoo picks up your stuff, you’ll Uber to Jungkook’s to grab his checklist items. The checklist was one of the documents you’ve prepared for Jungkook for when Mr. Min travels anywhere. Not only do you prepare a checklist Jungkook needs to prepare for Mr. Min, but also what you, or Jungkook, would need to pack in order to assist Mr. Min while you guys travel with him.

And Jungkook already says he’s covered, but you remember to grab some extra medicine you have at home to give him since you cancelled your pickup order. It never hurts to have extra.

As you scramble to pack your suitcase as quick as you can, you catch yourself smiling. Now this, is productive.

~•~

The moment Mr. Min arrives to the airport, he scans the small crowd for Jungkook, but instead he sees you walking towards him with a suitcase.

“Y/N?”

“Hey. Jungkook’s sick so I’ll be assisting you for the trip.” Without another word, you stretch out your hand for his suitcase.

“Why didn’t Jungkook tell him you guys were switching? Why didn’t you tell me you guys were switching?”

“Give the kid a break. When I stopped by his place, he was already knocked out by his medicine. And I didn’t tell you because I stepped in last minute. I didn’t have much prep time either and you’re covered with an assistant either way,” you hand him a thermos, “my conciliatory gift.”

After he hands you his suitcase, he goes over to the sitting area. Across the lobby, he watches you check in your baggage as he sips his coffee. He swears under his breath, “What is this sorcery?”

A mother and child come over to the sitting area and the mother sits two seats away from Yoongi as she digs through her purse. The child rocks back and forth on her heels, watching her mom before glancing over at Yoongi. Yoongi smiles and winks at the kid. The kid grins and leans forward to drop the top half of her body in her mother’s lap and turns her head away from Yoongi. Her mother quietly scolds her blocking her view of her bag.

As the mother and child walk away, the child waves bye to the man in the well-tailored suit, which he waves back with a smile.

“You looked like a creep.” You said when you walk back to him.

“Weren’t you busy checking in our bags?” He uncrossed his legs and stood up.

“You choose, while you think no one is watching you, to be a creep? That’s extra creepy.” You mutter, turning around to lead him towards the terminal. He takes two quick steps to catch up to you.

“You’re the one checking me out while you’re supposed to be checking the bags. Who’s the creep now?”

"Please change your wording.”

“So, you don’t deny?”

“Oh my God.”

This doesn’t feel professional. Yoongi shakes his head mentally. That must be one of the cringiest things he’s ever said to you, or to anyone; this memory will be one of those that will keep him up at night for the next 50 years. He blames the coffee.

Wow, that was not professional. You felt a slight shiver in your spine. Luckily, no one can tell because you’re walking.

~•~

Once you two take your seats, you order a glass of wine so Yoongi can sleep through the flight and take out your laptop to review the logistics and schedule once you land. Your particular airline has those fancy first class seats where each person has a separate reclining seat, however yours are still connected to each other. He always gets the window seat so you take the aisle.

"So…” Yoongi peers out of the window so he doesn’t have to look at you, “your personal reasons for taking leave can put on pause for the weekend?” You opened your mouth to reply, but the flight attendant just passed the glass of wine to you. You place his wine glass on his table and lean back in your chair.

“Technically, it can’t.” You type your password to access your computer.

“Thank you for taking your time for this, then.” You simply nod, although you know he’s not looking.

“Drink your wine. We have a long flight.” Yoongi glances back at you before taking down his entire glass of wine and reclining. He opens one eye when he hears shifting in your seat as you slide a small privacy screen closed between you two.

~•~

To Mr. Min, the worst part of travelling is the travelling itself. Getting woken up in the middle of the night for the layover, napping for 2 hours, and then getting back on a plane, travelling an extra 3 hours, waking up to get off the plane, and due to their destination’s rural area, the car ride to the hotel for early morning Bhutan in the Spring was bumpy, loud, and cold.

Of course, you prepared coffee for him at every part he was awake for, but it tasted different. You warned him, because you guys are out of the country, he won’t be getting his normal coffee; what you have is “the travel version”. This was...an adequate substitute. But when he gets back, the first thing he’s ordering is that coffee.

By the time you reach the hotel, it was about 7am. The Jubilee ceremony wasn’t until 5pm. Mr. Min dismisses you to your own room to rest.

You are eager to relax. You can’t conk out the same way he does on a flight. Flying was always painful, even if you stayed in leggings or lounge pants for the duration. You can’t drink wine like him because you need to wake up and be alert before him. You only got 3 and a half hours of sleep for the entire time; if you can even call it that.

The hotel you selected was the grandest one you could find within the city; for Mr. Min’s best, of course. He definitely prefers to travel in luxury, not that you’re complaining. Everything you see was wood, glass, and natural light. Your bathroom is huge; the ones with the soaking tub inside the shower. The view overlooks the edge of the mountain.

You immediately plop on the bed and moan at the cold, soft cotton luring you in as one of their own. Despite the sheets luring you into their promise of comfort, you negotiate your return to them after you force yourself to turn to the side to grab your phone from your bag next to your bed. The alarm is set to 8:30am. If it were any other Saturday, you and Mr. Min would be sleeping in until you had to go back to South Korea. But this is a business trip; knowing Mr. Min, he will want a debrief at 9.

~•~

After you woke up, you shower and get dressed. At 8:50, on the dot, Mr. Min calls you to his room for a debrief in 10 minutes.

When you enter his room, he’s already sitting at his table with breakfast, but without hotel-served coffee because there you go, placing his custom coffee by his food.

“Good morning Mr. Min. I’ve already contacted Seokjin, he’s on his way to your room.” Mr. Min simply grunts as he takes his breakfast coffee. Definitely can’t call his first coffee of the day, because since midnight till now, he’s had 4.

Seokjin knocks on the door and after he settles down, you order breakfast for him and coffee for yourself through room service.

“The Jubilee ceremony is at 5pm. Prior, the Princess requests us to have lunch with her with the Prince at 12pm so we’ll leave here at 11:30am. At 2pm, I will pick up our traditional outfits for formal occasions for the three of us. You two will go directly to the Denchencholing Palace with the Princess while I pick them up because both Prince and Princess want to secure and check the jewels. There, the Prince and Princess will also help us coordinate a meet with the priest who presents the jewels to the Queen. Ye Rin and Soon Young are already aware of the logistics and I’ve previously already sent them their access badge. Here are ours.” You pass both Seokjin and Mr. Min their access badge when accompanying the royalty.

“The Princess and Prince will debrief us during lunch about how the ceremony will go.”

“When’s the end of the ceremony?” Mr. Min asks.

“The festivities is expected to officially end at midnight, but we don’t need to be there any later than 10. Our flight will leave tomorrow at 9am.” You answer.

“Wow, Yoongi, you’re so eager to leave. I know someone here who’s dying to have you stay.” Seokjin teases.

“Don’t.” Mr. Min warns Seokjin as he places his badge in his inside pocket.

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aww thanks sweetie! I’m honored to be on a fic rec post even after 2016 :) (anyone else notice that the fandom seems to have changed/decreased since 2016/2017 on tumblr?)

Can I ask, which story you’ve read or you’re hoping to read from me??

thank you, dear writer.

this is a long time coming…

It’s been 2 or 3 years (give or take) since I broke my several-year-long rest from fanfics. Before BTS, i used to read many, many Naruto, Inu Yasha, and Harry Potter fanfics (who remembers the citrus scale?) as well as a few Big Bang fanfics. Then somewhere down the road, I stopped reading fan fiction and erased it entirely out of my life.

It is thanks to a wonderful lady (who’s name I will leave out for privacy reasons) who helped me to remember the beauty that is fan fiction. I eventually began to venture out and found wonderful creators here on Tumblr. Considering it’s been a few years now, I have read a multitude of fanfics. I’ve read well over 400 stories, all equating to nearly 5 million words. (probably way more than that since I only calculated the stories I’ve reblogged on my BTS fic recs sideblog. and yes… yes. i did actually count it all. well. almost. i got lazy with, like, the last 20 hahaha) That would equate to reading the entire Harry Potter series 5 times. It’s roughly a 20,000 page book.

You, dear writers, did that.

Too often fan fic writers are given a huge ass plate of “hurry up, when are you gonna update?” and a side dish of  “this isn’t going the way I (the reader) want it to go so i’m leaving” and an appetizer of “shame on you for writing fics of the boys!1!! they’re real people you know!!!!11” and a delicious drink of “[insert ungrateful anons/harassment here].” Writers are just given a lot of shit in general for something they enjoy doing and give away for other fans to consume FOR FREE. Too often fan fic writers are given the short end of the stick on the content creators spectrum. I assume it is because viewers don’t get an instant gratification from the art that writers present. It’s something people have to work a little bit extra for to find. Fic writers are sometimes dismissed as the “weird, perverted, delusional fans”…

But I know the truth. I know it all because I’ve witnessed the love you pour out into your writing, the love you have for the idols you write for, and the love you give to your readers. The beautiful worlds you paint as your fingers move around on the keyboard and weave intricate stories and complex characters and relationships. The numerous universes I’ve visited have been nothing short of wondrous, from the rip-my-heart-out-and-stomp-on-it-5-times-for-good-measure AUs to the so-fluffy-my-teeth-may-be-rotting-but-i-don’t-care-’cause-it’s-way-too-cute AUs to the please-gouge-my-eyes-out-but-also-don’t-cause-i-need-to-finish-this-sinful-beast AUs…. I have had so, so much fun venturing into all the different worlds you’ve created and shared that I often find myself poking my head back into those worlds and reminiscing~

I’m ballin’ in fan fic galore. and I have well over 1k fics on my to-read list that I cannot wait to dive into. and it’s all thanks to you. ❤ I’m writing all of this to let you know that you’re appreciated. even though it’s just from one person, i hope it’s enough. i don’t even know how to express how much your stories have touched me. thank you for the laughter, the feels, the tears, the anger, the ahem spice. from the 100 word drabbles to the 50k+ series on hiatus…. I have enjoyed them all.

So thank you, dear writer. for sharing with me and many, many other readers a part of yourself. I appreciate you and your works. even if you’re no longer writing for a certain fan base, even if you’re on an indefinite hiatus, even if you’ve stopped entirely.. it does not in any way undermine the amount of work you’ve put into your works and the many wips stored away. I still thank you. and i thank those of you who write outside of your main fandom. i know sometimes you get crap for that and i think it’s incredibly awesome of you that you don’t let that negativity thwart you from growth. Keep doing you! It’s because of you that I’ve come to learn that great storytelling doesn’t stem from the fandom someone writes for. It comes from the one who is making the story come to life. You. and I’m sending you lots and lots and lots of joy and inspiration and encouragement and money and love your way for 2019 and many years following.

Under the cut I will be tagging every fan fic writer (whom I am able to tag, at least) who has touched my heart in one way or another, whether I’ve read only one story of yours so far or if I’ve gone through your entire master list, I want to acknowledge you and thank you because you deserve it. This message is meant for you.

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