"Thank you for calling BigHit Entertainment. If you'd like to speak with Mr. Kim you may set an appointment with me. Does Tuesday work for you? At four? Perfect. Have a nice day."
I've said that last line for the millionth time today.
And it was only noon.
I set the phone down, breathing in deeply. I ran a hand through my hair, but then immediately realized what I had done and attempted to fix it in a small mirror on my desk. I made sure that the part off to the right side was definite and that no hair was awry. Once I smoothed down my hair for the seventh time, the door opened and I snapped my head up. I cleared my throat. "Good morning, sir."
The full meal that just walked in smiled at me, looking at me through thick-lined black glasses and with a welcoming gleam in his dark gaze. He wore a full suit and his almost-platinum blond hand was combed back. Kim Namjoon. "Ah, Seokjin." He ambled towards me with a very attractive swagger to it and leaned against my desk. "Good morning. I hope you had a good night."
I reached up and twirled a tiny piece of my hair, realized what I was doing and how weird it probably looked, and immediately brought it back down. "I did. I hope the same for you."
"It was." He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. "My sons made me spend the whole night watching Frozen three times in a row."
I couldn't help but smile. His kids are the cutest things on the entire earth. Five boys must be a hassle, but he seems to be a wonderful father. I occasionally see them when they come in, and it appears that they really like me. Whenever they do come, they line up to greet me with hugs. Well, four of them, anyway. I always have to get up and out of my chair and capture his oldest in an embrace, which he claims to not like but always laughs about it afterwards. "That sounds like lots of fun. How are they doing?"
Namjoon's smile widened; it always did when his sons were brought up. "Great. Taehyung and Jimin started their first day of preschool. Tae was so excited."
I giggled. "And Jimin was terrified," I guessed.
He laughed too. "Of course. You know, they really miss you."
"I miss them too."
A beep came from his coat pocket. He quickly pulled out a very expensive cellphone and looked at the screen. His smile faltered. "Ah, sorry. I need to go." He glanced up at me and flashed one last dreamy grin. "It was nice talking to you." He started in the other direction.
He was already gone, and yet I continued speaking "Yes! Y-You, uh, too, s-sir," I stammered. I was this close to banging my head on the table.
Hold up. What did he mean when he said that it was nice talking to me? Does he like talking to me every morning? Sure, I've never missed a day without greeting him, and if he's not in a rush he always greets back, but I thought it was out of habit and not to be rude. But does he actually enjoy it? Could I go as far as to say he looks forward to it? Or do I just have the hots for my hunk-of-a-man boss who looks fantastically gorgeous in everything? Is it just a crush, or do I truly see something happening between us?
Who am I kidding? The odds of he and I getting together are three billion to one.
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"Seokjin! Seokjin!"
I whipped my head up at the high voice calling my name. I beamed at the sight before me. "Hi, Jimin!"
