The Billionaire's Secretary || knj

5

Namjoon went to his office with a banging headache he got from drinking 'till he drop last night.

He rubbed his temples as he sat on his swivel chair. He pressed a button on the intercom.

"Miss Y/N, come to my office. Coffee ASAP." He ordered. After a few moments, a middle-aged woman went in his office. Namjoon looked at her with a confused look. "Who the hell are you? Where's my secretary?"

"I'm Mrs. Soo, your temporary secretary since Ms. Y/N can't come again today." the woman answered, placing a cup of coffee on Namjoon's table.

"What happened to her? It's been three days. There are a lot of things to be done here and she's taking a vacation?!" Namjoon became furious, probably because of his headache.

"She said her heart is hurting so she can't go to work."

"What? Does she have a heart disease or something? Why didn't she tell me?" The woman just shrugged her shoulders and left.

Namjoon rubbed his aching head again. He quietly took a sip on his coffee but made a disgusted face after tasting it.

"She doesn't even make good coffee. Damn I need Y/N now." He said and didn't touch his coffee anymore.

-

You were at your house, in your living room and your body wrapped around a thick blanket while watching a horror movie. You were trying to forget about the break up and your ex. But even though the movie wasn't even sad or even connected to your ex boyfriend, you cried. You cried and cried until you fall asleep that's what you were doing for the past three days. You didn't even thought about going to work. You were ruining your life because you thought you don't have a purpose in life anymore.

It was morning. You slept on your couch again. You didn't even bother taking a bath for three days. That's how much you were broken.

You looked around your flat. It was messy. Unfinished food and wrappers were all over the coffee table in front of the tv. Dishes weren't washed and dirty clothes were all over the place.

Still kinda sleepy, you sighed heavily and laid back on the couch. A loud knock on your door made you flinch and stood up.

Who could possibly visit you at a time like this?

You opened your door and your eyes shot wide open.

"Good morning Y/N" the person spoke. Sudden realization hit you and you slammed the door shut.

oh shit, oh shit! Why is he here?!

There was a knock again. You scrambled on your feet and went in front of your mirror. You looked at yourself. Your eyes were swollen from crying, your hair was messy. You tried fixing it by combing your hair with your fingers. You awed at the stickyness of your hair. You smelled your armpits and it made you gagged. It smelled like rotten onions. It almost made you cry.

"Just a minute!" You ran to your bathroom and took a quick shower at lightning speed. It was your first time taking a bath that fast. You were surprised.

You went to your wardrobe and pulled out the first clothes that you saw. Worn out white shirt and faded blue jeans. This is good enough.

You didn't bother putting on shoes though because you're just in your own home.

You quicky went to the door and opened it. The same person was still there leaning on your door frame. He is wearing his usual black suit and tie and still looking stunning as ever, his hands was in his pockets.