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Yoongi was called back to the table around 20 minutes later. When he got back, the alpha was sitting with a female, an omega - she was dressed quite formally and was very pretty. However, the alpha wasn't all the interested in woman sitting opposite him. "Are you guys ready to order?" The female omega looked him up and down - disgust written all over her face. She scoffed and turned back to at the alpha.

"Just get me the lobster. Excuse me while I go to the men's room." He passed by him and left the girl behind. She looked quite angry which made Yoongi hesitantly serve her. He could understand her in a way.

Yoongi smiled, just so he could make her feel at ease, "What would you-" She scoffed again and folded her arms. The female omega seemed like she was on the verge of bursting.

"I don't want any of your fatty foods, just get me a drink." She said rudely. Yoongi internally rolled his eyes. Why would you come to a restaurant if you won't eat?

"What drink would you like?" He could hear her huff. It was almost like smoke was coming out of her nose and ears.

"JUST GET ME ANY." She yelled at him, her face turning red. Yoongi scurried away from the table and went straight back to the kitchen. Danm, what was her problem?

"Yoongi, what happened?" So-ra held onto his shoulder and looked at him. "I can hear that lady from the other side of the restaurant."

He sighed, "Some lady at the table had a little bit of a problem." Yoongi put the notebook down, "It's because the Alpha  didn't want to talk to her." So-ra nodded and patted his back. He rolled his eyes.

"I gotta go serve some other tables, I'll see you later." They said their goodbyes and yoongi picked up his notebook again. Just a couple of hours and he'll be put in his 2 weeks.

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Well, the first of December had rolled around. At this time, he'd re-dyed his hair blonde because his roots had been popping out and he'd taken a long break. Yoongi was sitting on the bus, watching the snow fall around him. The snow had started in late November which made yoongi happy.

Underneath his long jacket, scar and gloves - he wore a black blazer, a yellow, collared shirt with a spotted tie and black pants that matched the blazer. He didn't have any formal shoes so he just wore the trainers he usually wore. They never told him to dress formally. 

He got off the bus which, surprisingly, stopped right in front of the building. The building was gigantic, probably the biggest he'd ever seen. It was sleek, with black windows and a luxury aura. On the top of the entrance - in big, golden, bold letters - were the words "Jeon. Corp." 

He gasped and entered the building. The reception was large but extremely empty, with maybe 2 people and a receptionist. He walked up to the desk, "Hi, uhm, I'm here for the interview on the 29th floor." The receptionist nodded and typed into her laptop, 

"Alright, Mr. Min, Mr Jeon is waiting for you on the 29th floor. It's the only door on the floor." Yoongi gulped and thanked her before walking over to the elevator and pressing the very top floor.

The elevator was quite fast, making him gasp when it quickly went up. He quickly straightened himself up and walked out of the elevator, heading towards the end of the long winding corridor - one singular, lonely door. Releasing nervous pheromones, he knocked on the door and gulped.

The door cracked open, revealing the man from 2 weeks ago. Instead of the suit, he wore a woolly, turquoise cardigan paired with a golden necklace and a simple, low-necked shirt along with sleek, black trousers and Chelsea boots. "Come in, Mr Min." Mr Jeon had opened the door a little further for yoongi.

Gosh, he was tall. Yoongi took off his jacket and held onto it, "Take a seat." Mr Jeon had gestured to the seat in front of him. Once yoongi had sat down, he pushed the back of his cardigan before standing behind his desk. His eyes, intensely, burning holes into yoongi. He gulped and played with his fingers.

"Okay, Mr Min, what could you do for me?" Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, was this a joke? 

"What do you mean by that?" Jungkook played with one of the pens on his desk. Yoongi was still confused, "Am I not meant to do what normal secretaries do?" Jungkook shook his head and pushed the pen away from him. He moved closer to Yoongi, sitting on the desk.

"Yoongi, if you do accept this job," He ran his fingers through his hair, "You'll be my personal secretary, not my work one. Someone who will... how do I put this?" He put his finger on his lips, making it seem like he was thinking.

He clicked his tongue before chuckling, "Who will pleasure me." Yoongi gasped. There was no way. Yoongi thought he was applying for a job and not prostituting himself. Offended, his eyebrows scrunched up and abruptly stood up.

"M-Mr Jeon, I will not be doing that!" He was about to leave when Jungkook stopped him, standing in front of him. "That is extremely unprofessional."

"Well, if you do think about it." Jungkook slipped a paper into his pocket, "Just call me anytime." He winked at Yoongi who scoffed and made his way out of the building.

Yoongi wanted to scream and yell at that man, seriously, who did he think he was? He's acting as if he was some kind of lothario. "Just call me." Yoongi mocked as he left the building, "Bullshit." Serious, the audacity! 

 Yoongi crossed his arms, huffing while waiting for the bus to arrive, "Well, what am I going to do now?" Yoongi's notice had ended today, he left the building he was meant to be working at without a job and now he has to worry about his parents nagging him about how this was a bad decision. 

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