A Still Day or A Hurricane | Jungkook

Part 2

The week flies by fairly quickly, with more meetings and court appearances filling your days, as always, and it's Friday before you know it.

It's still cold for the tail end of winter, so you put on your slick overcoat to match your black jumpsuit and a yellow statement necklace, and replace your nude stilettos with yellow t-straps. You're not used to not being in your usual 4-inch heels, but a decrease in height is not much of a sacrifice; you welcome the excuse, if you're being honest.

Jin insists on having his chauffeur drive the two blocks from your office to Blue Side, saying that he can't have you walking and risk getting into an accident on his watch.

Much as he's the feared lawyer who could destroy anyone with his devilish good looks and arguments, you know deep down he's still the same well-mannered junior who helped 20-year old freshman you at law school, not one bit intimidated by the competence of someone as young as you.

He'd been the one to pirate you from the big law firm where you interned and planned on working at, convincing you that you'd have more control in the medium-size one founded by his parents. It prompted you to think that your plan of making it partner by the time you're 30 would be much more attainable there, and you were right.

It was your grit and brains and competence that got you here, you remind yourself - winning cases and getting new clients left and right - but you don't deny the mentorship your friend gave to help you in the process.

"The car will just be here, okay? Just let me know when you're tired and I'll have you taken home," Jin says as you both exit the vehicle.

"I will, Atty. Kim," you tease. "Much as I'd like to take advantage of you paying for all my drinks, I won't stay long. I'm leaving for Geochang in the morning."

"Byeol driving you, I hope?"

"Yes," you roll your eyes. "You know my best friend wouldn't let me take the train or drive there myself."

"Good," he smiles, opening the door of the cafe. "Can't have anything bad happening to my right hand woman. Don't know how I'd manage the firm without you."

"Yeah, I wouldn't know, too," you laugh.

Hobi's bright smile from across the room catches your attention once you enter, and you mirror it when he sees you and promptly walks towards you.

"Glad you could make it," he hugs you and Jin, guiding you past the hallway to the elevator up the rooftop. "The launch of the new space isn't scheduled until next month but Jimin convinced me to have a trial run with you guys."

"Convinced you or played the I'm-your-legal-counsel card so you'd agree?" You cock an eyebrow.

"A bit of both," Hobi chuckles. "He's not wrong though. I'd love your feedback on the layout and the dessert spread so I'll know what to improve on."

"That, we can do," Jin says. "We are dessert connoisseurs, after all."

"That's just him. I just eat the food," you laugh.

The three of you exit the elevator that directly leads outdoors and you're pleased with the rustic feel of the place, with lanterns and fairy lights hanging above wooden couches and cocktail tables. There's a bar at the center, with one side of it arranged as the designated space for the dessert spread.

"I'm short on staff tonight so I'll head downstairs, but tabs are open, alright?" Hobi says. "Tell Jimin to call me if you need anything."

You bid your friend goodbye and spot Jimin and Yoongi going around with a tray of glasses and a bottle of tequila, urging your colleagues to take a shot. You're surprised that more than half of the firm is here, filling up the entire space, including the ones who rarely ever go out. You just know that Jimin somehow charmed them to drop by. With his perfectly-coiffed platinum ash hair and alluring smile, you can't really blame them.