Stained Glass - MYG x Reader II COMPLETED

Chapter 4

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Were you physically ready? Sure. You looked so bomb, ready to blow everyones heads off. Jungkook had texted you ten minutes before to make sure that you were wearing your Louboutins so you could 'assert your dominance over capitalist investor pricks', there were so many inaccuracies with that sentence but you decided to let it slide, completely amused by his enthusiasm.

But were you mentally ready? Probably not. It wasn't looking so airy airy up in your head. The scene was more like someone threw a dumpster into your brain, poured gasoline and acid all over it and set it on fire. And then named the burning dumpster 'Min Yoongi'. You did not want to see his face at all. Especially since the last time you saw him, you had been crying your eyes out, mascara running down your face, resembling a panda somewhat. And not the cute kind.

You could not believe that he was ruining your dream project like this. And it fueled your anger even more. As soon as you slipped on your heels, you were ready. You were determined. And you could deal with him, you were sure of it.

With a knock of your fist on the great mahogany conference room door, you entered,

But it was safe to say with one look at Min Yoongi, all your determination flew out the window. There he stood both hands in his pockets, leaning on the mayor's wooden desk. Head to toe donned in a black suit, high contrast to his piercing white button down shirt. His gaze strewn on the floor, glaring intensely at the design on the persian carpet, his hair fell partially over his eyes, hiding intent, emotion and any other vulnerabilities that you might've been out to target.

With a wavering voice, half contemplating to fling yourself off the balcony, you stretched your hand out towards the mayor, "Hello, Mr. Mayor,"

He smiled warmly at you,

You shifted your gaze towards him,

"Mr. Min,"

"Ms. L/N,"

Your eyes finally made eye contact, as yours searched for something in his own. Something, anything. But alas, there was nothing.

"It's been a while hasn't it?"

He nodded stiffly, "It certainly has."

Mayor Yeom looked between the two of you, and clasped his hands brightly, "Oh so you both do know each other!"

It was your turn to nod stiffly, "Ofcourse."

"That's great! That makes things a million times better. Shall we get started then?" He looked expectantly at the both of you,

You sat next to Yoongi on the brown king hickory three seater, and even though there was about a foot and a half distance between you, it all seemed so cramped.

"Let's cut straight to the chase. I'm giving you $800 million to do whatever you want."

Both your mouths fell open.

You scrambled trying to find a way to respond, "Mr. Mayor, that's almost four times what The Louvre makes per year!"

He nods firmly, "And that's precisely why I'm giving it to both of you. You're the most qualified, the most talented. At equal level, which makes you twice as competent as everyone else, because you're infinitely working together until this is done."

You didn't know whether to bask in the praise or cringe at the thought of working with Yoongi again.

He continues, "But, I want you guys to put it on the map. It should be bigger than the Louvre, don't worry about the main content, I have that all lined up, but I want it big, as big as possible, and I don't necessarily mean in size, I mean lavish, elegant, royal. It should be known as the place to be."