Detach

2. The Weight Of The World

Thunder was loud, but it was rivaled by the door slamming as Jungkook left the conference room. Anger clouded his vision more than the clouds in the stormy sky outside as Jungkook walked with a purpose back towards his office. He breezed past his secretary's desk, seeing her mouth open out of the corner of his eye as she stood up from her chair.

"Sir, I..."

"I don't want to hear it! Just send it in an email!"

"But sir I..."

Her interrupted sentence was punctuated by the sound of Jungkook slamming his office door behind him, leaving an ominous and awkward silence in the air. The secretary sighed as she sank back into her office chair, seeming to have forgotten that it was on wheels and had slid back when she stood up suddenly. Her behind caught the tail end of the chair and sent it sailing backwards even further. Certain that she was going to be dealing with a sore behind for the next several weeks, she closed her eyes to brace for impact. The impact didn't come though as the sound of running footsteps came her way followed by her rescuer grabbing the chair and re-securing it underneath her. Opening her eyes, she turned to look at the person that had come to her rescue. It caused a blush to fly to her cheeks. It was none other than Jungkook's assistant, Park Jimin.

"You okay?" Jimin asked as the flustered secretary could do nothing but nod her head.

'Jimin is the one that ought to be running this company,' thought the secretary.

She wasn't alone in her thinking either. It was obvious that the man before her was kind, considerate, and smart enough to handle this company. He had also been working there, going up the ranks from intern to the CEO's righthand man. When Mr. Jeon had gotten sick, it was pretty much a given that Jimin would take over as CEO. Instead though, Mr. Jeon's ill-tempered son got the job.

'Monarchy. Have to love it,' thought the secretary as Jimin raised his brows, indicating that he had asked a question that remained unanswered as he looked at her.

"I'm sorry...what did you say?"

"I was asking if there was any call yet from Mr. Jeon's nurse," said Jimin. "I am going to go and try to talk Jungkook down. I thought I would relay this information too if you had it."

"You must be a mind-reader Mr. Park," said the secretary as she ripped a note off her pad before handing it to him. "The nurse just called and requested Jungkook's immediate presence."

"Thank you," said Jimin as he set his lips in a hard line, "and please drop the formalities. You can call me Jimin."

'Can I call you a studmuffin?' thought the secretary dreamily as she lost the ability to speak, simply nodding her head again.

Jimin turned his onyx eyes towards the page, narrowing them when he saw what was written on there.

'Well this certainly won't help his mood,' thought Jimin as he nodded goodbye to the secretary before being brave enough to venture into the lion's den known as Jungkook's office.

- x - x -

Looking down at the phone that sat on his overly polished desk, Jungkook's eyes traced the phone line that came out of the back of it. His eyes continued to follow it as it snaked across the light gray floor and to the plug on the far wall. If it rang, he had half a mind to rip it out of the wall. He had already had enough of today the moment his alarm abrasively rang and told him to get up.

The shareholders were expecting some sort of magical solution from a twenty-seven-year-old man who never in a million years had being a CEO on his radar. Jungkook had wanted to travel the world and make music, but he had to trade in his passion to his dying father's whim. Now he felt suffocated and trapped with middle-aged men expecting him to perform a miracle on a Titanic like company.