Mr Park

I

Namjoon

My hands once again drift down to my black skinny jeans trying to straighten out the fabric even though I doubt there was any need to.

My leg was slightly shaking due to nerves.
The nerves of meeting my new boss.

I glanced around the sterilized office. Men and women poured out of doors and made their way to who knows where.

A young woman sat at the front desk, typing viciously on the keyboard and occasionally brushing back her long bangs.

There was a man next to me who was tapping his foot to some rhythm. He was tilting his head side to side as he thought about the song.

"Kim namjoon?" 

I jump in my seat, frantically turning my head to see a blonde woman in front of me.

"Y-yes?" I stutter. Great, first day and I sound like I have a speech problem.

"Mr Park will see you now. He'll explain what you are to do when you get there." She explains, walking towards an office door , which I'm assuming was him.

I follow silently. My palms were sweating and my fingers twitched.

It was a miracle I even got this job. This was a highly known industry- everyone here was classy and well polished. I, on the other hand, was awkward with two left feet.

The blonde opens the door and ushers me in.
"Mr Kim." She announces and leaves the office, shutting the door behind her.

I look up and gape at the man sitting at the desk. He is young and gorgeous. I wasn't able to meet him the day of my interview because he was in a meeting supposedly.

"Sit down." He demands, even his voice was attracting.

"Hello Mr. Park, it's great to finally meet you—" I start but stop suddenly when I find him giving me a cold glare.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Mr Kim, you are not aloud to speak unless spoken to. Understand?"

"Yes." I flush and look down at my hands.

I have never been this intimidated. He is so.. Concealed. He seems bossy as hell too. Never in my life have I had a boss that acted this way.

"Good. Now what you will be doing while you're here is go through the documents I get and run errands for me. Every now and then you will be required to go pick something up for me in the city." He is looking through papers as he speaks to me.

I but he the inside of my cheek. Was he always going to be this rude?

When I don't say anything he glances up at me. "Everything clear?"

"Yes sir- I mean yes ma'am— sir!" My face heats up and I internally scold myself. Great, this is exactly what I need, to call him a female. Of course only I could do that. I'm so stupid.
I wouldn't be surprised if he fired me right now.

My eyes were closed with embarrassment and when I opened them I was shocked to see his dark brown eyes heated.

I inhale sharply through my nose as I felt a slight tingle sensation through my stomach at that look. And to my discomfort, it didn't go away.