Forbidden Affairs (KNJ)

Deja Vu

The rest of the week was more work than I had done in the weeks leading up to this. Namjoon watched me like a hawk. The week was excruciating, excessively long hours and insanely difficult work. I was like Namjoon was punishing me, for what I had not idea. Every week the work load got more and more intense. Namjoon would occasionally come into my office and berate me on my work. He has started saying it looked sloppy and rushed. That if I was going to rush my work, I should work somewhere else. Namjoon continued come into my office or calling me into his and yelling at me. I was beginning to wonder why he hasn't just fired me.

It's been two weeks since he called me into his office and told me to clean up my act. The abuse had only continued to worsen. There were days I was in my office unto the latest hours of the night. I couldn't complain about the workload otherwise I would be fired for not being not being able keep up with the intense work load. Jimin felt bad. He would ask Mr. Kim for extra work, but Namjoon would tell him he already works too hard. Jimin felt completely guilty thinking that he wasn't doing his work well, therefore Mr. Kim didn't want to assign him more work.

Mr. Kim has another imperative case coming soon. He was a lawyer for another company this time. However, I believe this time he is having Jimin as the main paralegal on this case instead of me. I took a PTO day today, because I need to the dentist, doctor, and the grocery store. I also just needed a day to breathe.

I spent last night at Hoseok's apartment. I feel a little bad for his roommate Yoongi, considering we were a little loud last night. Hoseok had a very stressful day at work and everyday at work for me is stressful. So it was good stress release. I let myself sleep in a little and when wake Hobi was already gone for work. I grab his tee-shirt off of the floor sliding it on over my head. I slide on my underwear and walk out to the kitchen. I grab a mug from the cabinet and fill it with come coffee. I add some ice and creamer to it. I turn around to walk into the living room. I see Yoongi standing in basketball shorts and a large tee shirt. He has a wide smirk on his face. I feel my face grow hot as I realize I am just wearing a tee shirt, one that the bottom of my ass hangs out of. He chuckles as he starts to speak.

Yoongi: "Good Morning Hayoon."

"Good morning Yoongi. I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would be home."

Yoongi: "I don't work on Fridays, but hey if this sight was in my apartment every morning, I would take more days off."

I quickly got flustered not knowing what to say. He doubled over in laughter at my reaction.

Yoongi: "I am sorry. Your reaction was just too funny. You don't have worry about me like that. I am gay."

"Oh Hoseok didn't tell me that."

Yoongi: "I am not even sure he knows."

We both laugh a little bit and chat for a little while, before I go start getting ready for my long day ahead. I leave Hoseok and Yoongi's apartment. I step into my car and begin my long day of appointments. My doctors appointment was a little long because of high blood pressure. I told her that I had been stressed recently so she wants to see me back soon to be sure this doesn't become a serious issue. By the time I got home I was prepared to never step into a car again.

I spent the weekend letting of steam with my friends, including Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi. I was dreading going back into work on Monday. Namjoon was treating me worse week by week. I just continued to put up with the abuse, I needed this job. This was my dream all through school. Jimin would give me pep talks almost every days making it a little more bearable but it was still a lot to take most days.  Some days were worse than others, those says usually had mild verbal abuse which I am starting to learn how to deal with.

Monday as I walk into my office, sliding my shoes off and sit in my desk. I take a big drink of my coffee before booting up my computer. I start on what felt like the endless pile of paperwork and files.

I take it upon myself to take a long lunch and go to the diner on the next block. I invite Jimin to come with me, but he doesn't have much time. I walk to the diner getting a club sandwich and wedge french fries. I bring it back to my office trying not to take too long away from work. I find my place back on my desk as I indulge myself in my lunch.

My stomach now full of my meal and some soda, I turn my attention back to my computer. I quickly check my email for any updates I missed during the lunch hour, seeing an urgent message from Mr. Kim requesting that I come to his office as soon as convenient . I stand up sliding my shows back on, walking over to his office. The deja vu washing over me as I hear his receptionist push the buzzer signally that I was in his office. He opened his door signaling for me to enter. I sit down in the chair like I always do preparing myself for the impending verbal abuse.

Namjoon leans on the front side of his desk, directly in front of me, leaning back on his hands. My stomach starts to churn as the tall man stares down at me. Namjoon's jaw tighten the longer we sat in the uncomfortable silence. Suddenly, Namjoon's voice filled the room. I feel all of the words I want to say bubbling up in my chest. I find myself standing and getting into his face.

"Mr. Kim I respect the authority you have over myself and my position at this company. However..."