[COMPLETED] You've devoted half of your life as his personal assistant until you suddenly quit. Now, your boss has to find out the reason why.
- inspired by the K-drama 'What's Wrong With Secretary Kim'
Highest Rankings 🏆 [ '23 - '24]
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a/n; Happy 60k reads! Here's another bonus chapter for every milestone we hit. Half of this was already written beforehand and right as I was about to finish writing, Namjoon decided to drop 'Come Back To Me' MV. I know you guys miss him too🥲 It was so wholesome and imagining all of them with their precious families in the future had me emotional. It was giving family man ACKKKK
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{ this is such a long chapter, hope you enjoy }
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As the morning sun timidly crept through the sheer curtains, it found itself unwelcome in the master bedroom, with you whose nights were often stolen by the relentless demands of your profession.
Your usually punctual alarm clock lay silent, a traitor to its duty, having been overlooked amidst the haze of exhaustion that clouded your mind the night before. But it wasn't the absent chime that stirred you from your restless slumber.
Instead, it was the plaintive wails of your two-year-old, that pierced through the tranquil facade of the morning.
You groaned, your head throbbing in protest as you reluctantly peeled open your eyes to the scene unfolding before you.
In the corner of the room, Namjoon, stood clad in his impeccable work wear - absent of the suit jacket that tied the epitome of corporate professionalism - a wrinkled white Giorgio Armani dress shirt, you reckon. One you were sure of ironing last night and left safely hanged in his walk-in closet.
But today, his usual air of confidence was overshadowed by the concern etched into his features as he attempted to soothe your distraught daughter.
"Come on, princess," his voice rings in the distance, a gentle reassurance amidst the wailing. "We don't want to wake Mommy, right?"
The expanse of his back was to you as he did the last buttons on his shirt. Little Nami trailing behind him like a lost puppy with her hair pointed in different directions, snot oozing out of her tiny nostrils and her onesie drenched in her own tears.
Last time you remember, her hair was in perfect dutch braids. The sight would melt any parents' heart.
"Daddy has to go to work now, but I'll be back before you know it. We can continue our puzzle when I get back."
Nami's cries only intensified, her tiny fists clutching onto the man's leg.
You watched with a mixture of sympathy and frustration, your headache pulsating with every beat of your heart.
With a resigned sigh, you finally rolled over, the softness of the mattress offering little solace for your weary body. It was another day filled with endless meetings and paperwork, while the responsibilities of motherhood beckoned from the sidelines.
