my castle's crumbling... | park ji-sung x male reader

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part of m/n's insanely stressful job is handling the president's stupidity – why is he the president when he has to ask people to come up with decisions for him just for him to acknowledge it as if it were his?! not only that, he's incapable of deciding which certain policy is needed in the country and most of such decisions in the past eight months since m/n started working there were made by the nineteen years old, including the "Return, Supers" campaign which was thought of and planned by m/n, killing thousands of supers so far.

due to various news outlets reporting on weird cctv sightings of people being able to do something uncanny – the first being a tall male in his late 20's with his arm out, his hand positioned in a way which made it seem like he was choking someone, and in the direction where the hand faced, another male in his late 30's (who they found out was his coworker) levitated in the air, his hands grabbing onto his throat as if to remove someone's hands choking him. since then, people became aware of the presence of supers. the government, however, had been aware of them since the late 1800's.

to prevent any more people from finding out about supers, m/n quickly shut down the rumors with the help of a dedicated online intelligence team to protect national interests.

however, when too many videos of supers went viral on social media, m/n had to revert to plan b. the campaign.

m/n was not even nineteen, and he was only six months into working at the white house.

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that morning, m/n had to go to work early as the president had a very early meeting with the ambassador of south korea to discuss their relations and he had to be there as the president's handpicked assistant, and his brains, of course.

of course, the president being a slugabed hagrided m/n as he had to literally drag him out of bed while he was still nude just so they would not offend another first world country's ambassador, who would more than likely report that to their president who would then choose not to better their relations which would not be beneficial to either countries. after forcing the president to be awake and dressed, they finally made their way to the office, where mickle groups of workers ranging from advisors to communications constellated in the various offices. they too, wore the same deadbeat look as m/n as it was a saturday and they still had to work.

the meeting went on as normal – the president absent-mindedly nodding to whatever the ambassador said about south korea's culture, thinking he looked interested when all his facial expression showed was the opposite. however, when the ambassador was done talking about south korea's culture and asked the us's president about thoughts on how they can better the countries' relations, he flipped through the file which m/n painstakingly compiled the night before, and when the president turned the page to the one where it stated the recommendations, m/n shook his head again, on top of another one where the president claimed his credit.

the page showed the carefully-crafted sentence for the president which recommended a ceremony where a k-pop group could perform in the white house before they signed a treaty infront of the media which would benefit both countries.

and of course, m/n recommended nct dream, the same group of people who found out about his unexpected powers, after him.

as he saw the lips of his boss's move and the familiar words enter his ears, he could feel himself physically cringe at the thought of them meeting at a formal event.

"ah! that's a great idea! mhm i've heard of nct dream too and they are good! i'm certain south korea's president, would be pleased with this proposal for the treaty on the 30th october. i would like to ask for one of your people, who has a high position in the white house, to personally escort the group when they're here just so it could further emphasize on the importance of this."