mr jung's office - myg.jhs

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when yoongi got the job as some rich ceo's assistant, he squealed loudly. although he would never, ever admit it.

when he walked through the large glass doors of Jung Co. he was greeted by a pretty face. his name tag read 'seokjin'.

"ah, you must be the new assistant for mr. jung, yes?" seokjin said, an alpaca-like smile appearing on his face.

yoongi nodded and shoved his hands into his pocket, walking over to the receptionist desk that seokjin was behind.

"fair warning though, he's bratty but he's a hot mess and, your boss, so respect him." seokjin said quietly which was then followed by a wink. yoongi nodded and stuck his tongue into his left cheek.

"oh, i'll have to show you where his office is!" seokjin said and clapped his hands. he walked from behind the receptionist's desk and up to yoongi.

"just follow me, it's really easy to remember where it is once it's pinned down in your mind." he said and clicked his tongue.

yoongi followed seokjin down a few hallways that just screamed "RICH AS FUCK" at him. they're all modern and have a few window walls. there were many small coffee tables with flower pots with beautiful flowers in.

when they reached mr. jung's office, seokjin knocked on the door. the door buzzed and seokjin opened it.

"go on, yoongi. he will give you information and instructions." seokjin said and gave him a thumbs up before walking away.

he walked into the large office, seeing a large desk close to the large window wall in front of him. the room was amazing.

but what caught his attention more than the room itself, was mr. jung. he had slightly messy black hair, high cheekbones, delicate yet seductive eyes, the prettiest mouth he had ever seen and knife sharp jawline.

he was drop dead gorgeous.

he raised his head and smirked and yoongi just died a little inside. a red tint spreads over his cheeks. mr. jung chuckles lowly.

"cute. i'll have a lot of fun with you." he said.

yoongi felt incredibly underdressed in his simple white shirt and black dress pants in front of mr. jung which's suit probably costed more than his entire household.

"so, yoongi huh? daegu boy, cute. my type." he said. yoongi felt like he was going to burst. his cheeks blushed furiously and all he could do was stand there.

he suddenly stood up from the desk and walked over to him. yoongi was a little shorter than him, but he was older.

"can you get me a cup of coffee?" he asked yoongi. yoongi nodded and walked out of his office.