"JUST YOU" [Yoonmin]

"Fake Accident And Drunk Director's Assistant"

"Conclusion Meeting"

They were back in the conference room giving Yoongi their full reports. He thought after giving them a full day of brainstorming they would come up with something, anything better than this. But apparently no one, including Park Jimin, can do anything successfully without him. How they managed to stay afloat all this time was beyond him. No shade to Bang, but no wonder why 'Blue Flower' was plummeting. Is this really what his team has to offer?

"This chart is from half a year ago. Don't think I won't be able to see the 0.8 degree decrease." He threw the folder down making everyone jump. "I have said this 100 times! I want new plans. But you guys keep sending me garbage!"

Another folder is slammed down. "This plan here," he picks up a clipboard filled with unorganized papers. "It doesn't even seem like a single one of you was involved in any aspects of finding anything remotely important. "
He picks up another, and another, each one worst than the last.

"You know where the problem is with you guys? You're too complacent, too comfortable. The purpose of these products, projects, even commercials is to have the highest quality. To have the best results!"

"Jimin? Why is 'Urban Furniture' file still in the database? Please get rid that project A.S.A.P! I don't care how long you've worked on it; we are not doing it!"

The last folder is thrown down.

"Tomorrow I want to see a new organized report with no errors. Put on fresh eyes from different departments if you have to! Clearly none of you are up to standards!"

Then he got up and left with his trashy tramp of a secretary. She started smirking while closely following behind him.

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Jimin's P.O.V

I stare at the building in anger. Who the *fuck* does he think he is? I've been working on that "Urban Furniture" project ALL fucking year. Then he goes and shuts down every single one of 'Blue Flower' employees' hard work. As if we haven't been brainstorming ALL fucking afternoon.

I continue to walk towards the employee parking lot, only to see that asshole driving out from the underground car garage in his comfy expensive car that is worth more than my whole years' salary and bonus combined. Getting even more pissed off thinking about it, I do the first irrational thing I can think of; I step out in front of him.

He slams on the brakes and hits my knees. I fall down from the impact and lay sprawled eagle out across the pavement. I hear him call my name out in horror as the sound of a car door can be heard; he scurries over to me in quickening footsteps that echo off the black asphalt. I close my eyes and pretend to be unconscious as he is shaking my body and calling out my name in panic.

"Jimin! Jimin! Oh God, please be alright! Jiminie!"

He looks around and yells at a couple of passers-by to call 119, but when he looks down to check on me again, he sees that I'm wide awake, looking him dead in the eye. Reality hits him, 'Jimin is faking it.'

"You cold blooded person. I'm surprised, you actually have some compassion hidden in that black stone heart of yours!"

Yoongi was beyond angry as he hoists Jimin up in a rough manner. He's looking at him with what can only be described as rage.

"Park Jimin! If you want to die, do it on your own time! You shouldn't play this type of cruel joke! I thought your life was seriously in danger!"

"As if you fucking care! Do you know that I haven't eaten today? No, right? Breakfast, nope, not a single bite! I've been following you around as you use me as your lap dog, barking orders at me left and right!" He starts to cry as he holds his stomach. As if on cue his stomach begins to growl, "I just for even 5 minutes want to eat! Is that too much to ask?" And now in the middle of the street with scraped bloody knees, Jimin is full out wailing. "I worked hard on that fucking 'Urban Furniture' project!! So hard, just for you to have swept it from underneath me in the matter of minutes!"