You Infire Me

Chapter Twenty-Three: Pressure Released

"For I know the plans I have for you . . . plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
—Jeremiah 29:11

Recently, in order to get things done, you'd been holing up at Shadow Café every Saturday morning, using the free Wi-Fi to send in job applications, do your best to navigate LinkedIn, and take online GRE practice tests. On this particular bright-and-sunny morning, you sit down with a well-insulated cup of mint tea and open your email inbox. The first contains your official GRE score: it's good, but not great. The second email is much more exciting.

It contains a job offer.

"Dear Y/N," reads the clean font, "we are thrilled to offer you our Associate Copywriter position! We were impressed with your resume and interview, and would love to welcome you to the ReadSmart team. Should you accept the position, we offer a start date of May 31st in our Washington, D.C. office. Please respond to this email in a timely fashion with your answer. Sincerely, the ReadSmart Hiring Office."

You jump up from your chair.

I just got a job.

You begin to jump up and down.

"I JUST GOT A JOB!"

Seconds pass before you realize that you've captured the attention of everyone in the café. You quickly smooth out your clothing and return to your seat—but just long enough to type out a letter of acceptance and chug the rest of your tea. Once that's taken care of, you all but run outside while dialing Yoongi's number.

"Y/N?" You hear his groggy (but somehow still sexy) morning voice on the other line. He'd been out late last night DJing at a school-sponsored party. In your excitement, you'd forgotten about that.

"Oh, sorry to wake you up, Yoongs. But YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT!"

"What?" He sounds much more awake now.

"I JUST GOT A JOB."

"WHAT?"

"I got the job with ReadSmart!" You grin into the phone.

"Oh, my Y/N, that's awesome! I am so proud of you!" You can hear him grin back.

"Anyway . . . I'm sorry to wake you up. Go back to sleep. Love you."

"Wait, don't go!" You hear him plead. Then he sighs. "Actually . . . I guess I was out until 4 AM last night. I should probably get some more sleep."

"We both know you need your beauty sleep. I wouldn't want grumpy Yoongi raining on this glorious day I'm having." Your boyfriend can be a real grandpa sometimes. (Particularly when he's sleep deprived.)

"You'd be honored to have grumpy Yoongi with you today," he teases. "Which is why, after I get a few more hours of sleep, I'll pick you up and we'll go celebrate."

"Really?"

"Of course!" Even though there's excitement in his voice, he yawns. "I'd be a terrible boyfriend if I didn't . . . reward you for all your hard work. I love you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," you say back, laughing as you look at the time: 11:00 AM. Simultaneously, your mind spins. Reward? What could he mean by that?

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It's a perfect spring day: cerulean sky, lime green leaves, blooms of purple and yellow. Yoongi shows up at your door a little after 4:00, his light blue-colored button-down perfectly pressed and soft against your skin as you hug him hello. He carries a picnic basket in his arms.