Collection of GOT7 One-Shots (xReader)

Under You (Jinyoung)

"You nervous?" Bambam asks as he leads me to the president's office.

"We're cousins. It's not on our vocabulary to be nervous," I assure him. He laughs. I know he's worried that I will fail the interview because their boss is a very hard to please man.

I made a research about Park Jinyoung last night. After all, if I want to get in a publishing house as prestigious as this, I should understand the visions of the company. Even though I'm just applying for internship, as a requirement for class, I have to take this seriously so they will hire me after I graduate.

Park Jinyoung is one of the most sought of bachelor in the present. He's the president of this large publishing house at a young age. He has the passion, wits, and my God, isn't he just good looking? The internet is filled with his pictures wearing suits, attending conventions and giving just a hint of a smile to the press. I want to know how his mind works. Does he like anything else other than books, papers and inks? Hell, does he even smile? He's so mysterious; I feel myself being drawn in.

"Well, here we are," Bambam stops in front of the door at the end of the hallway.

Usually, employees are only interviewed by the HR manager but Park Jinyoung wants to interview the interns himself. I think it's because he can't afford to just let anyone become temporary employees. They will be on a shorter contract so he won't be able to control them anymore once it expires, unlike if they are on a six year contract, the ones he make the permanent employees sign. They will have to pay for breaching it so they will keep being under Mr. Park for quite sometime until they find themselves extending it.

At least that what Bambam says. Park Jinyoung is a manipulator, a beast who will only smile as he devours you, and you'll find yourself in a really bad Stockholm Syndrome. But aside from overconfidence, our family is known for having the tendency to overreact too so... whatever.

Bambam holds both my shoulder and looks at me seriously. "Knock twice, wait for three seconds before entering, sit down right away, don't try to look at him for more than three seconds."

I raise a brow. "Why?"

"He'll turn you into a stone," he gives me one last pat before gesturing towards the door.

Knock twice. Done.

Wait for three seconds before entering. Done.

I walk to his table, the only furniture in the middle of the room. I don't look around but everything else seems to be against the wall. I keep my eyes on his table full of folders and the chair meant for me.

Mr. Park's back is on me. He's sitting on his swivel chair, looking out the view. And what a great view it is. Being in the thirtieth floor has its perks. The phobia is worth it.

"You'll hurt your heels if I interview you while you're standing," he says in a very bored tone so I quickly sit down. Alright, I fail that step.

"Sorry," I mumble.

He turns around, finally letting me realise what a worthless person I am. In front of me is a prince. His hair is tousled, the kind that you want to see beside you in bed. He has thick eyebrows, perfectly framing his brooding eyes. His nose, not too small, not too wide, not too tall. And his lips. They look so soft and full. He's not smiling, of course, but he's not frowning either. His face is very relax, like he's just watching things unfold in front of him, yet I see his jaw line sharp enough to cut me.

"Don't."

One word and I drop my gaze. This must be why Bambam said I shouldn't stare. I will lose my mind. "I'm sorry, Mr. Park-"

"Don't," he says again so I look up to ask what more he wants. I already stopped staring. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and leans back on his chair. His gaze is piercing me. "Don't say sorry over trivial things and don't call me Mr. Park. I'm not your neighbour."