I don't know what's going on (Bonten x F!reader)

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[Name] woke up the next morning feeling at ease, rising and going through her usual routine. The warm sun rays peeked through her blinds as she made herself breakfast, dressed in joggers and a hoodie, planning to change into her work attire later. She watched the news while munching on her food; the broadcast was mere background noise as she sat on her balcony, enjoying the cool breeze. Fall was a beautiful season, [Name] thought.

Her peace and quiet were abruptly interrupted by her phone ringing. She glanced at the caller ID and grimaced—it was one of the assistants she disliked, Rindou's assistant, saved in her contacts simply as "Rindou's Assistant." She couldn't be bothered to remember the assistant's name. Knowing the calls wouldn't stop until she answered, she picked up with a flat, uninterested tone. "What?"

On the other end, a squeaky, high-pitched voice that grated on her nerves replied, "Well, hello to you too, [Name]~. The executives and the boss-" The heavy emphasis on "and the boss" was particularly irksome, as if the assistant were talking to a child. "-are holding a meeting. Be there before 9 a.m." Before [Name] could respond, the assistant abruptly ended the call. [Name]  sighed, glanced at the time, and realized-

She is so dead.

[Name] dashed out of her apartment in a hurry, unable to change into her work attire and stuck with her casual look. She knew this would only add to her trouble.

That fucking bitch! she seethed inwardly. She did it on purpose- calling me at 8:45 a.m. knowing I don't have a car?! I'm going to snap her neck as soon as I get my hands on her. She knows I'd be scrambling!

As [Name] mentally cursed the assistant and wished her eternal damnation, she debated whether to take the bus or run. Opting for the less sensible choice, she decided to run, reasoning that the bus would take too long and she was a fast runner.

[Name] reached the headquarters in just 10 minutes, a stark contrast to the usual 30-minute walk. She hurried inside, waved briefly at the secretary, and rushed into the elevator, repeatedly pressing the button for the 79th floor.

Sweat drenched her as she glanced at the time -8:57 a.m. If the instruction was to be there before a certain hour, it meant arriving 30 minutes early.

Shit, shit, shit—

The elevator dinged, and her heart sank. She hurried towards the large door and knocked three times. Entering as soon as she heard, "Yes?" her eyes immediately found Mikey. Before she could speak, Mikey gestured for her to stand behind him and save her explanation for later.

Halfway to her spot, she was interrupted by Sanzu, who was seated to Mikey's right. "What the fuck are you wearing?" he demanded, his tone making it clear that an explanation was expected. The room's attention shifted to her attire- some raised their brows, while others looked fed up or disinterested.

"I didn't have the time to cha—"

Sanzu slammed his hands on the table, startling her. "Of course you had time to. You disrespectful little shit. This won't go unpunished-"

Another voice cut through, deep and authoritative. "Cut her some slack, will you?"

The voice belonged to Kakucho.

At that moment, [Name] thought of Kakucho as an angel who had descended from the heavens to be her personal guardian. It seemed as if a divine light shone on him, highlighting his jet black hair, his two-toned eyes, and his scar. Of course, it was all in her head, but she was nonetheless grateful for Kakucho's intervention, knowing she couldn't stand up to the executives on her own.

"You always seem to have a goddamn problem with her, even when she does nothing wrong," Kakucho said, his voice firm. "Ever thought that maybe she got a call-" He glanced pointedly at Rindou, shifting the blame with his gaze. "-a bit too late?" His eyes returned to Sanzu, who remained visibly angry. Rindou simply raised his hands in surrender, acknowledging the look Kakucho had shot his way.