Meet Me At Genius Lab (Yoongi X Reader)

Chapter 20: "If you want to keep your job..."

Chapter 20: "If you want to keep your job..."

It had been a week of normality. I was back at work and seeing BTS in the progressively dark November nights. We had enjoyed nights out bowling, at karaoke, Korean barbecue houses and playing games at theirs. There was never a dull moment and with every passing moment I spent with them, the more I admired their dedication, passion and perseverance.

They became more like motivational and caring friends than the idols I had dreamt of only just over 2 months before. My workload had decreased sufficiently; I didn't have ridiculous deadlines thanks to Yoongi, Namjoon and Bang Pd-nim.

I was waiting for Izzy so we could go and meet the guys after work on a Thursday evening as a slow feeling of dread began to crawl over my skin. It had been 18 minutes. Normally she was waiting for me, bubbling and jumpy at the prospect of seeing Jimin. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and made my way up to the floor on which she worked.

I walked through the empty halls, the clicking of my heels muted on the carpeted floor. As I approached her office I heard her voice...

"N-no"

Why was it shaking? Why did she sound scared? I dropped my bag and ran the last few metres; I was about to burst in when I heard a familiar voice.

"If you want to keep your job you'll do exactly as I say sweet cheeks."

David.

"G-get your hands off me." My friend replied, sounding terrified but persistent in her refusal.

"I know how much that dear Jimin means to you," David sounded slimy and repulsive even through a shut door, "if you want to stay in Korea with him you'll be a good girl for me."

I heard my friend sob and I had had enough. I kicked the door, hard, bursting it open, (meaning it wasn't locked) and rammed myself against David with brute force, knowing in a fist fight I wouldn't stand a chance. He fell away from my friend who stood frozen and wide eyed against the wall where he was pinning her seconds before. Without a seconds hesitation I began kicking him in the shins, aware that my legs were a lot stronger than my punches but when I looked at him to see a smirk still lingering on his greasy face, I couldn't control the anger that rushed through me like a Japanese high speed train through a tunnel. My fist ached badly from the impact with his jaw but it was enough to daze him before I shoved my knee into his crotch causing him to curl up and stagger to the floor.

"I fucking dare you to fire you're boss' money makers" I yelled, towering over him. I grabbed my traumatised friend and pulled her from that awful place. We made it out and I sat her down against a wall. "Izzy," I said softly, shaking her shoulders gently, "it's okay you're safe now..." She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, I tried for several minutes to calm her, cradling her in my arms and stroking her back and hair but nothing seemed to be working; I dug my phone out of my pocket, still rocking my friend lightly and called Yoongi.

He answered almost immediately, "Where are you?"

"Bring Jimin to the floor Izzy works on, hurry." I hung up, dropping my phone at my side and turning my attention back to my poor friend. "I c-can't s-see Ji-Jimin" she snivelled between gasping breaths, "You can," I hushed her tears, wiping them from her face, "he'll look after you."

As if on cue Jimin appeared the end of the corridor before dashing towards us, skidding the last part to embrace his love. I moved out of the way, suddenly exhausted by the events; I looked down at my hand which was throbbing painfully, fuck. I leant heavily against the closest wall, the weeping of my friend already ceasing in the arms of her support.

I felt someone sit next to me and I could tell who it was. Yoongi pulled me towards him, squishing my right hand that had connected with David's jaw causing me to wince in pain. He noticed and gently took my hand, his voice turning into a growl as he questioned, "What the fuck happened?"

I outlined the details and Yoongi got up and started heading towards the room in which the fight had occurred. I pushed myself off the wall and dashed after him telling him to calm down, I had dealt with the situation and Izzy was safe. We could press charges and do everything legally from here; any more violence wouldn't count as self-defence.

He obliged begrudgingly but still wanted to see David. We pushed open the door to see him climbing to his feet dusting off his suit, a slight bruise forming along his cheek. Yoongi leant into me and whispered, "Damn you've got quite a punch on you." I grinned, proud of my handiwork despite the injury I had gained, the fucker deserved it. I thought back to my best friend crying her eyes out and my fists clenched, he deserved a hell of a lot more.

"I hope you know what this means Y/N." David spoke, that grin of his returning to his face as he disregarded Yoongi's presence entirely, "You're fucked." He paused, rubbing his jaw as his eyes flicked up and down me, "Unless you want to fuck." Yoongi froze up beside me, a low growl emanating from his throat and I scoffed, almost gagging at his proposal. "Fuck off. I can't believe that I looked up to you as a role model. You disgust me David." I spat, his name feeling like poison in my mouth.

"Suit yourself my darling," a smile, flickered across his lips, he looked like a snake, hungry, sly and spine-chillingly creepy. He made his way to the door, me and Suga standing parallel to him as he passed. "Burn in hell." I muttered.