Chapter 11 (Yoongi)

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Y/N's pov

>Morning<

"GET UP!!!" Yet again, the members had to yell at us to wake up. This time, Yoongi and I got up with no argument. We did normal morning things and our routines. When everyone was ready, we set out for the Big Hit building.


"Boys, and you..." SoHwe held her clipboard close to her body as she approached us as we entered. "All of you are needed at a meeting right now." She looked at her clipboard and made a disgusted face. "You all are already so far behind on your schedules because of yesterday."

"At least they are all right." Jin said calmly "They're a little beat up, but they're okay."

"Whatever, you need to get to your meeting." Then she turned and strutted away with her heels clicking with every step. Jin sighed when she was out of earshot.

"She isn't someone you should mess with." Yoongi put a hand on my shoulder and looked back at Hoseok. "She's all business, no fun. She's really strict about our schedules and makes us follow them as accurately as possible." He let go of my shoulder and walked to the elevators. The rest of us followed him to the elevator. When we got off of the elevator, someone with a staff clip stopped us. He pulled us to the side and smiled.

"Y/N! Boys!" He bowed enthusiastically. "I understand that you all need to get to a very important meeting, but could you all meet me in my office as soon as the meeting is over?" We all nodded our heads. "Great, thank you so much!" He then turned and ran down the hall taking a left at the end of the hallway.

"That was Gyu HwaeGo. He's a promoter. He helps with our promotions and gets people to get us to do commercials and such." Jimin said sounding a bit deflated. "He's always a bit hyper but he seems like he's running on caffeine all the time."

"His wife had a baby last month." Namjoon said. "It's their third child." He didn't hesitate a second longer and walked into the meeting room.

"You're late." A muscular man stood looking out the window. "Sit down, we only have ten minutes now to get all the information to you all." We sat down hurriedly and watched to man pull a few things from his coat pocket. Two were crumpled up papers and another one looked between the size of a tennis ball and golf ball. "The papers are lists of the facility men's objectives that they are assigned to complete in the six months."

The golf ball-sized item was a gray patch with a black border. There were blue letters against the border that said, "F.A.C.I.L.I.T.Y. For the Better of the Future." In the center was a gold key with a black end and the string attached to the key circled the key.

"I guess I have to congratulate you for yesterday." He let out a heavy sigh like this entire meeting was just a waste of his time. "Congratulations to Min Yoongi and y/l/n y/f/n for defeating and escaping the facility's forces." He didn't even say my name right, but oh well. "That patch is to be worn on the front of the hat, chest, or shirt cuff of any facility person on business. This is used because of the confusion yesterday. That is all I have time for." He buttoned his coat and walked out mumbling to himself in what I believed was French.

"HyaeGo needs us in his office now." We all got us from our seats and left the meeting room. Taehyung led the way to his office which was a very long way from the meeting room. As we entered, I almost tripped on something on the floor. After getting myself composed again, I looked at what almost tripped me. It turns out it was a few things- boxes of various papers, a wire to something on his desk, and a trash bag full of empty cup noodles.

"Oh my! I am SO sorry about the mess. Just stand here where you can see the computer." We did as he said and looked at each other in confusion. "As you know, we have finished filming a few commercials in the past month. Your popularity is now rising and more and more companies are asking for you all. I understand that your big comeback is scheduled for about two months, but..." He pulled up ten photos of company brand logos. Some I recognized from the U.S. and others that were primarily Korean. "Between now and the end of the year, we are going to agree to promotions with four of these companies. These are the top ten we have decided on."

"You all always decide what companies we're going to do commercials for, so why are you asking us this time?" Jimin asked.

"Technically, I'm not asking you boys but I wanted you all to understand what you all will be doing in the next few months. Y/N, she is technically your semi-personal assistant, but her opinion is very valuable to us. We have agreed that after three months, she should be trustworthy enough where her opinions are almost as powerful as PD-nim's since she should have a pretty good idea of what it best for you boys."

"So, why are we here?" One of the boys asked.

"So you all know what companies you will be promoting because y/n is going to choose. Please don't try to influence her decision. Y/N, please choose four." I looked at the screen and tried to determine which company would show them off the most.

"I guess...that one, that one, that chicken one, and uh...that one" I pointed to each one and got nods of approval each time I picked one.

"Does this mean we're going to get to eat on set for the shoot for the chicken one?" Taehyung asked.

"Who knows." HyaeGo turned in his chair and started clicking things on his screen. "Oh, you all can go. Do me a favor please. Take that bag of trash out to the dumpster. Thanks, I'll buy you guys a lunchbox after the photoshoot."

"Y/N, could you take it out? We need to go practice." Namjoon said. Then they left the office without my response. I guess they really are busy. I sighed and picked up the trash bag that had a few bugs on it, some were dead. I carried it out of the office and hobbled towards the elevators.

"Excuse me..." I said to a woman passing by. "I was asked to take this out, could you tell me where the dumpster is?" She smiled and told me where to go. "Thank you so much!" I followed her directions and found myself in the back hall of the first floor. I didn't know there was anything on the first floor other than the front desk and a bunch of places for security guards. I threw the bag into the trash dumpster and closed the lid. I left the trash room and there were a few guards walking around very quickly.

"Y/N! Where is miss y/n?!" They called out.

"I'm right here!" I called out. The closest security guard rushed up to me and grabbed my shoulders then started to direct me to the elevators.

"Y/N found. Sending to floor six." He said into his radio. "Floor six." Without me saying anything, I was pushed into the elevator hastily and the guard pushed the "6" button. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, there were guards lined up perfectly leading to the practice room.

"Excuse me, what's going on?" I asked one of the men. I didn't expect a response but the guard answered.

"Yoongi was asking for you. Well, he was gasping your name then passed out in the practice room. He's been saying your name every-so-often."

"Why didn't you call a paramedic?"

"We-" I didn't hear the rest because I ran up to the door.

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