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Date: 21 Jul,2024
< Author's POV >
Stretching her arms, she gets up from bed and pulls back the curtains, letting the sunlight flood the room. She opens the balcony door and begins her yoga and meditation routine. After an hour, she takes a bath and eats breakfast. Suddenly, her phone rings. She looks at the display and sees a message.
She had set her alarm for 9 a.m. as "Study room at 9 a.m." It puzzled her until Bora mentioned, "Is Suga Master's breakfast ready?" Suddenly, it clicked.
Suga.
Yoongi.
He had told her to come to his office at 9 a.m. Her eyes widened. She looked at the time-it was 8:50. A sigh left her lips. She finished her breakfast and asked Bora about his study room, which she said was on the third floor, fifth room. She stood in front of the study room, her hand shaking and sweating from fear and nervousness. Taking a few deep breaths, she knocked on the door with a shaky hand but got no response. She knocked again, this time more loudly.
"Who the hell is this?" he roared in anger. She didn't respond.
"Come inside," he called out, not getting any answer. She entered the room. Inside, there were two shelves, one with books and the other with files, a sofa, three chairs, a table, and a computer where he was working. A laptop sat beside him. She glanced at the screen and saw he was attending a meeting.
< Y/N's POV >
It looks like I came on time, but he's in a meeting. Wait, isn't he the one who asked me to come at 9? This isn't my fault.
He was busy with his work while attending the meeting, not even glancing at me. I just stood there, waiting.
Mean Min Yoongi
84, 85. It's already been an hour since I've been standing here like an idiot, and now I'm counting books on the shelf. I don't know when his meeting will end. When he didn't even glance at me after 15 minutes, I thought about leaving, but he glared at me, making me stay put. My legs are hurting, and the breakfast I ate has already been digested; I'm so hungry. I just want to go to the kitchen and start eating to fill the emptiness inside me. I've literally counted everything in this room: the file shelf has 30 files-5 red, 10 blue, 7 black, and 8 green. There are 325 tiles that I can see that aren't hidden behind the shelves. I moved my eyes toward him; his posture was straight, his eyes were still on that stupid computer, and he was typing on the keyboard aggressively.
