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Promotion

The reader gets a promotion and tells Yoongi...in a clumsy way.

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The moment you park your car, you are practically running towards the apartment the members of BTS share. You came over straight after work, brimming with glee. While moving forward, you attempt to retrieve your ID but the guard near the front of the building complex recognizes you and waves you through with no problems.

You make your way to the unit in record time and knock furiously on the front door. Seconds later Jungkook grabs the knob and swings the door open, immediately standing back from the entrance inviting you in. “Hey! What are you doing here?!”

“JK!” Your voice is high and your grin is wide - it is very obvious that you are elated. Jungkook finds himself grinning back, not yet knowing the reason but your energy is contagious. 

You clap your hands near your chest and jump up and down as you promptly tell him the news: “I got the promotion!”

“That’s great!” He starts bouncing with you, making a dance of it, swinging his shoulders and hips. You have been around all the guys enough over the last year and they knew you were in contention for this position, so his excitement was genuine.

“Thanks! I’m thrilled about it! I gotta tell Yoongs.” The moment you finish your sentence, you’re off in a mad dash towards your boyfriend's room to relay the news.

“Yeah he’ll want to hea-” Jungkook stops mid-sentence as he remembers something important, his doe eyes widening in fear “WAIT!” 

But by the time he yells for you, you are out of eyesight. He bolts after you, hoping to catch you before you find your target.

You reach Yoongi’s room faster than lightning. The open door gives you the ability to quickly peek inside, realizing he isn’t there. Less than a blink later and you are off running again, your overall excitement giving you boundless energy and now an adrenaline rush from your tiny manhunt.

Since you got inside the residence, you noticed he wasn’t in an open area: kitchen, main room; patio so your last thought is the soundproof room the guys often recorded in.

Your legs are zealous as you once again make haste to your destination and fling the door open “Yoongs guess what?! I go---” You pump the brakes upon your admission into the room, having to grab the door frame from falling forward fully into the web camera's view. You have barged in on Yoongi recording a Live and he’s now watching you through the monitor. Your lips purse and widen your eyes, looking just like a kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

“Sorry I didn’t kno-”

While you were quick enough to stop yourself, Jungkook is not. The full speed and momentum he has built up from chasing you around the apartment abruptly crashes into the back of your form, knocking you both into the room. The two of you propel forward into the wall before toppling over onto each other on the floor.

Yoongi sits in silence, watching the scene behind him on the computer screen. You and the Golden Maknae are groaning and rubbing your affected body parts.

You are holding your wrist to your chest, grimacing at Jungkook. “Think you broke my wrist, dork.” He didn’t of course, but your wrist hit the wall first and it did hurt. Just like Kookie’s head, which had hit the floor first before the rest of him.

He’s rubbing his head apologetically and to alleviate the pain, slowly getting up. “I was going to tell you Suga-hyung was doing a Live.”

You hold out your palm highlighting the scene in front of the two of you - the scene being Yoongi at the computer desk with the camera on, monitors up and comments rolling so fast it would take a superhuman to read them. “I can see that,” you answer sarcastically. 

Yoongi is still watching from the screen, not acknowledging you or the now millions of people who were undoubtedly trying to focus on the events unfolding behind him. He was simply letting the scene run it’s course.

“We should celebrate later,” Jungkook casually suggests, either not remembering or not the least bit concerned with interrupting Yoongi.

“If you guys don’t have anything planned...Let’s get dinner!” You agree with a smile while taking the hand Jungkook offers to help you up off the floor.

“If you idiots don’t mind,” Yoongi finally speaks up in a vexed voice, wanting to get back to his Live.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, used to Yoongi’s comments, and starts re-rolling the sleeves of his shirt back up as they’d come down in his pursuit of you.

“Hey, this idiot just got promoted, thank you,” Your response is swift, reminiscent of the hectic energy you contained just minutes ago.

Your boyfriend spun around in his chair, wanting to congratulate you face to face and not on a digital screen. His expression softens when his eyes locate yours. “Really?! That’s great! I knew you were going to get it.”

“You told me to prepare for failure, Yoongs.”

“In case you didn’t get it,” he defends “I didn’t want you getting upset. I know you worked hard for this.”

You can't help but lovingly smile at the soft tone he had taken and his sudden wave of kindness. He knows more than the others how hard you tried to make a name for yourself. Many times he’d come home late and you were still awake, reeling from your day's efforts, or studying, or wondering if your undertaking of extra tasks would ever pay off.

You shake off your affectionate thoughts when you realize he is still recording. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it. Did you share the song with them yet?” He finished a demo recently and told you one night he was going to share it on Live, unfortunately he didn’t tell you when.

“Was just about to hit play.”

“Okay, we’re leaving.” You quickly point at Yoongi, remembering to give him both an invitation and a demand: “Dinner later, mister.” He nods his confirmation at once.

“Sorry guys!” You yell into the general direction of the desk not sure where the mic you’re raising your voice for even is. Jungkook mouths a “Sorry” as well and you both wave quickly at the reflections of yourself on the screen, dismissing yourselves. Your hand finds the younger man's bicep, him already having caught on and leading you two out of the recording room.

“Proud of you,” Yoongi whispers as the door closes and he spins his chair back around, once again facing his forgotten audience.

He waits for the blush to leave his face, trying to regain composure before speaking again. He glances over at the comments, coming in by the page full, before staring at the camera, resuming his broadcast. “Hopefully you guys will enjoy this track as much as you enjoyed that…”