Yoongi yawned; stretching his short body in his rounded bed. The omega rubbed his eyes with the balls of his fist before slipping his feet into his kumamon slippers and heading to his computer.
Yoongi had spent 2 months searching for a job as a secretary. He graduated with honours from Daegu University but was having a hard time searching for jobs, he woke up at 9 am every day and went to sleep at 10 pm - waking up to look for jobs, then going to his service job and then coming back to look for them. He had so many tabs open that his computer was about to explode.
He opened his emails to see if he was accepted for anything since he applied to 10 companies a week ago, but he was but he was "rejected..." He sighed and deleted that email, "reject... reject... reject..." He began to poke his tongue through his cheeks. This was the usual for him so he wasn't all that upset.
He was hurt. This happened way too often but he didn't want to show this. He wanted to keep that little hope that he had, "At this point, I won't ever get a job." He pouted.
He turned his head when he heard the letterbox open and close, he wasn't expecting anything. He put the computer back on his desk before leaving his bedroom and walking over the floor; there was a single, solemn letter - it was quite thick - with golden, printed writing. It looked so prim so it must've been important.
"To.. Min Yoongi." Hesitantly, he tore open the envelope while walking back to his bedroom. Crawling back to his bed with the letter in his hands so he could read it comfortably. He pulled the letter out.
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Dear Min Yoongi,
JEON CORP. regrets to inform you that you have not been selected for the position of head secretary. However, we would like to offer you the opportunity to serve as President Jeon's secretary. President Jeon has specifically requested your presence at the office on Thursday, 1st December at 8 am. Your role will involve managing his schedule, handling correspondence, and providing administrative support. We believe that your experience and skills make you an ideal candidate for this important position. We look forward to seeing you on Thursday at 8 am sharp. If you decide to accept the job offer, you will receive twice the regular salary for your work.
Good luck Kim Seokjin, Senior Executive.
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Yoongi started jumping around, he was so happy! He began to purr and kick his legs on his bed. "I-I got a job! I GOT A JOB!" It wasn't the job he was expecting but whatever. He held the letter close to him, biting his lip while smiling widely.
"I HAVE TO TELL EOMMA!" He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and waited for it to ring for a bit. She takes a little longer to answer since she's quite old. However, this went to voicemail. "I'll just try again." His wide smile had sunken a little as he waited for her to pick up. Again, voicemail.
Yoongi looked for his father's to see that it was... missing? A little weird. Maybe he had blocked him. Yoongi gave up on them, "Maybe, I'll just call Namjoon." He scrolled back up and called Namjoon.
"Hey, Yoonie! How are you!" Namjoon's deep voice rang through the phone. Yoongi and Namjoon had been best friends for 13 years, they'd met at school when Namjoon had accidentally knocked his table over, making yoongi also fall over.
Yoongi and Namjoon had stayed together ever since then. They presented together - they were both omega's - Yoongi had helped him move into his husband, Jimin's, house and Namjoon had found the apartment Yoongi now stayed in.
"I've got good news..." His smile widened as he heard Namjoon hum. He could also hear Jimin rummaging around in the background so he assumed they'd both just woken up. "I GOT A JOB!" Both he and Namjoon screamed, making Jimin in the back yelp. He could hear Namjoon, on the other side, explain what happened.
"Congratulations, Yoongi!" He thanked Namjoon and Jimin before asking to come over after going to work. Yoongi regularly came over to their house; it was beautiful, but how could he not?
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Yoongi's service job wasn't the best at paying, it was barely minimum wage and he was tired of the harassment he had to face. Usually, he was responsible for the 'wealthier' customers - they did tip well enough but a, usually, elderly man trying to get at you could be enough for you to want another job.
He tied his apron around his waist and braced himself for his job. "Good evening, yoongi! How was your day" He greeted So-ra, another omega waitress, they'd been working together for at least 8 months now.
"I got another job!" She whispered screamed and hugged him.
She let go of yoongi, keeping her hands on his shoulders, "Oh my god, yoongi! I'm so jealous!" She pouted and he rubbed her back. "You won't have to deal with those men anymore." She shook his shoulders.
"I won't have to deal with the horrible wages here too." He whispered into her ear making her giggle, "I'm gonna miss you. I'll make sure to hang out with you more." She hugged him again and they walked over to the kitchen,
Another omega, Nari, greeted them, " Yoongi will be going over to Table 32 and So-ra's will go over to... Table 21." She handed them their notepads,
"You're lucky this time. I heard the Alphas, that are over there, aren't creepy old men but rather a younger, more handsome and wealthier one, I think he's waiting for a date, maybe you could seduce him yoongi." Nari rubbed her shoulder onto his while raising her eyebrow, making the other two laugh. "I heard he's the President of a company... I don't know the name, I'm too old to remember."
The group laughed again - Nari wasn't that old, she was 36 but she was the oldest omega there. She'd been working there since she was 18.
"Okay, good luck!" They both went over to their tables, saying goodbye to each other since they wouldn't be seeing each other until their shifts were over.
When yoongi reached the booth he was serving, Yoongi could see what Nari was talking about. The Alpha they were talking about was extremely; he was well-dressed in a stylish, pinstriped black suit paired with a classy, black tie and polished black shoes.
Yoongi noticed the endearing scatter of moles across the Alpha's face, accentuating his handsomeness. The Alpha's sense of style was highlighted by his two lip piercings - a double lip piercing and an eyebrow piercing. His hairstyle oozed effortless charm with curtain bangs that perfectly complemented his formal but calm demeanour.
The man was playing with his watch while waiting, "Uh-Uhm," Yoongi coughed making the man look up at him, "Are-Are you ready to-to order?" Yoongi could feel the alpha's eyes on him, looking him up and down. The omega blushed.
"Not really." He looked away from the omega who bowed and left.
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