K-POP Girl Imagines Pt. 4

Miscommunication-Karina

Karina (aespa) x G!P Reader
⚠️Smut⚠️, Angst, & Fluff
(A/n: Requested but they asked not to be mentioned.)

Karina's POV

"Mrs. Choi?" I knocked on the door.

"Come in," she called.

I walked in seeing her pacing behind her desk.

"What's wrong?" I got worried.

She only ever paces if there's a bad call made in the company, or if there is a problem at home with her wife.

"I can't get some major investors to understand that money doesn't grow on trees," Y/n leaned against her desk.

"What else?" I sat into the chair in front of her desk.

"Yerim doesn't share the same want as me," she rubbed her face. "I want kids, she doesn't. I just don't know. She said before we got married that she wanted at least two. Now she doesn't want any."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Choi," I frowned.

"Jimin I told you to call me Y/n when we're not in meetings or if no one else is around," she chuckled.

"Sorry," I bowed my head.

"No it's fine," she sat into her chair. "Got any ideas?"

"Ideas for what exactly?" I smiled slightly.

"On how I can sort my differences out with Yerim because I bring it to work and that can't happen," Y/n spun around in the chair.

"What if you just asked why?" I shrugged.

"She'll tell me what she always does," she sighed.

"And what's that?" I narrowed my eyes.

"That I just want sex," she laughed.

"Do you?" I propped my head onto my hands after I rested my elbows on her desk.

"No," she bit her lip. "I guess I just really want a baby."

"That's cute," I giggled.

"Jimin you're not helping," she looked to me.

"Well I am your secretary so my help only goes to a certain extent," I teased.

"You're right," Y/n sat up. "I'll figure it out."

"You will Y/n," I stood up. "Want your usual lunch?"

"Only if you want to eat with me," she logged into her computer.

"Always," I walked out.

~~TIME SKIP~~

"Yerim can we talk about this when I get home?" Y/n groaned. "Yes, I know how important tomorrow is. Yes I'll be there, but I have to work late tonight. Okay so we'll talk about it tomorrow. It's not my fault your parents-okay, okay. Yes, Yerim. Okay I lov-she just hung up on me."

I knocked, opening the office door.

"You called?" I got her attention.

"Hey Jimin," she sulked. "Come in, come in."

I shut her door then locked it.

"That chat didn't sound too good?" I hinted.

"Yeah," she ran her hand through her hair. "Yerim scheduled a dinner with her parents tomorrow. And I just found out about it two hours ago. I have to work late tonight to leave early tomorrow."