𝕺𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖝- |HEEJAKE|

𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔇𝔞𝔶, 𝔑𝔬 𝔖𝔩𝔞𝔶

It would be a white lie if Jake did not just want to smash his alarm clock, pour acid over it, take out its non-existing kidneys and bury it in the Holy Earth. "God! Quiet, please!", he yelled, his eyes still shut while he fiddled lopsidedly to find that monster on his side table. Grabbing it by the rim, he threw it on the ground, receiving a loud thud before he snoozed back into his slumber. 

Only until...

His phone rang.

"Jesus Fucking Christ. Let a man sleep!", he was annoyed- hella annoyed and even the beautiful chime of Euphoria by Jung Kook, was unable to conceal it. "Yeoboseyo?(Hello?)", his sleepy voice trailed off and soft snores were heard from his end.

"Jake!", a female who was probably in her late twenties, yelled with a sense of frustration. "Noona?", the poor boy hurried out of his duvet before touching his heel to the cold wooden floor, slipping on his underwear. 

"You're planning to work from your duvet? It's bloody 8:05!"

Oh shit!

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His buttered toast which had partly burnt to ashes stuffed the side of his cheek while he fiddled with his socks, yearning to wear them in a snap. "Oh crap! My tie.", he tried his best to wear it and most importantly, not choke himself to death on his first day as an employee. 

His shirt, though ironed, seemed lopsided and a bit too disturbed for such a formal setting- aka, his official cabin. He combed through his luscious locks, not forgetting to arrange his bangs which just complimented his beautiful face. "Handsome boy.", his tongue clicked as he checked himself out in the mirror, self-complimenting. 

Grabbing his bag, he jumped out of his apartment, locking it before he made a run to his car- although seemingly, God was just severely against him that day, granted why his car decided to act up, minutes before he had reached the final destination. Due to the morning frenzy, he hadn't had a sip of his Americano touch his tongue nor had he had his favourite egg and bacon breakie. 

"What a great start to such a crucial chapter of my life.", he mentally cursed at his tipsy fate which never failed to through daggers at him while he navigated through the corridors of his fucked up life. 

"8:26...Not that bad, I guess.", he checked his watch before making his final spree towards the building, his tie flying, hair messing up and mouth still covered in bread crumbs. "Hi!", he panted as the receptionist looked at him, a slight confusion adoring her baked face. "The new Secretary for Mr. Lee...", he huffed, earning himself an 'Oh'. "Top left corner on the third floor.", she smiled before wishing him the best of luck. 

He ran towards the elevator, frantically pressing the button for it to open. "Easy, man. It won't land on your head if you do that.", he heard a male voice, causing him to turn towards the owner, only to find him smiling. "Park Jay.", he forwarded his manicured hand to shake it with Jake's. "You must be Sim Jake, the new Sec for my nut job?", he added, a chuckle following his statement before he scanned the shorter from head to toe.

"R-Right."

"He's my childhood friend and therefore, it's my right to call him whatever I want. Agree?", Jake found him to be a rather amiable soul- much apart from the dull atmosphere of the office. It seemed as if, it had undergone a catastrophe.  

"Do.", Jake laughed. They entered the elevator together with Jay initiating another conversation- something that an introverted Jake would never ever. 

"Just a spare piece of advice, he can be a jackass at times but he's never reckless. The only thing he strives for is perfection and as long as you're flawless in his eyes, you've got nothing to worry about. He fired his last secretary a week ago, for he had committed the 'crime' of bringing him a rather sweeter latte than he liked. Just remember all the details carefully or you may even note them down. There's a reason why I call him a nut job.", his monologue ended. 

Jake's eyes had grown wide at the assertion. "Fired him 'cause he got a sweeter latte? Is he perhaps, mental?", he contemplated. He was going to meet his boss for the very first time and had not even looked him up yet- finding it burdensome and unnecessary. 

"Hey. Don't panic, hm? He's sweeter than you think. He just likes his latte subtle.", Jay tried to joke and Jake was obliged to laugh, although he was in a war, internally. 

Waving each other a goodbye, they both took their own paths with Jake heading towards his nearing death- or, just what it seemed like. He spotted the huge gate with the sign board saying, "Lee Heeseung", making him realise that this had marked the end of his journey. He had successfully made it even though the universe was against him. 

He made a soft knock, earning himself a faint 'come in'.

He creaked open the door to find a tall, built stature standing near the huge glass window with his structured back facing Jake. "Wonder if he spends half of his time hitting the gym...", Jake thought, scanning the beautifully outlined crevices of his biceps that were getting flexed, all granted to his folded arms against his chest. 

His attractive body did ring a familiar bell, though. 

"Sir?", he called out, gaining the attention of the man he was about to face. "Mr. Secretary...", the male spoke, his voice decadent and deep. "Exactly two minutes and 23 seconds late.", horror conjured on the blonde's beautiful face. 

"Late on your first day? Not that impressive.", the man finally turned around, sending a bolt of lightening to strike Jake, hard. Bloody hard. 

"YOU? THE FUCKER NEXT DOOR?"

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CHAPTER: 2