Error 9:: Yang Jeongin X Reader

New Job

3rd Person::

The phone on (Y/N)'s bedside table buzzed repeatedly. The young girl turned over in a slightly dazed state. Waking up was not one of her strong suits. Especially if it was at 5 in the goddamn morning.  She grumbled something unintelligent and picked the nuisance of a device up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she turned the phone on and peered at the multiple missed calls. She almost fell out of bed from shock at who had been calling her.

JYP, the most highly advanced laboratory in the world and the job she had enlisted for, had been trying to contact her for the past hour. (Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes almost bugged out of her skull as she hurriedly called back the number. She nibbled on her right thumbnail nervously. For weeks she had been trying to get an interview with these people. Just her luck they finally contacted her and she had been asleep.

She almost jumped for joy when a grumpy sounding man picked up the line.

Hello, this is Jackson speaking. How may I help you today?

"Hello Jackson. My name is (Y/N) (Y/LN). Err. . .you called me earlier and I missed the call. May I ask why you were calling?" (Y/N) could hardly keep the shaking in her voice out. She continued to work on her nail while silence extended from the other line. There was a mumbled conversation before the man answered.

Ah Miss (Y/N). So glad to finally have gotten the call through to you. (Y/N) flinched at his sarcastic tone.

We called to tell you that our officials are ready for an interview. We expect you to be here in. . .less than two hours. 

"Really?! Oh thank you! Wait. . .did you say tw-" (Y/N) was cut off by the sound of the receiver clicking. She threw the phone onto her unmade bed and ran into her bathroom. JYP Labs were across town which left her barely enough time to get ready. She turned on her shower, not caring the temperature and quickly washed. Her heart was beat rapidly in her chest from the sudden surge of adrenaline.

After her shower, she wrapped a towel around her figure and quickly brushed her teeth. With the toothbrush still in her mouth, she ran a brush through her (H/L) (H/C) hair. She practically ripped her brush through the knots in her hair. The pain barely fazed her though. A quick look at the clock sent her into another rush to dress presentably. (Y/N) scanned her closet and grabbed a white blouse and a pair of blue skinny jeans. She threw the clothes on, and cried out when she realized the blouse had a stain on it.

This is why I shouldn't own white clothes!!  She thought while frantically tearing through her closet to find a decent shirt. She settled on a light grey button up and black vest. To (Y/N)'s pleasure neither the vest or button up had any visible stains. She didn't doubt though at some point she had spilled something on the tops. She put the thought in the back of her mind and took one last look in the mirror. The makeup on her face looked decent enough, and she didn't look like she grabbed clothes from the dirty laundry.

With a triumphant smile she grabbed her purse, phone, and a binder full of paper and sped out the door. Her stomach grumbled angrily, but she ignored her hunger and threw herself into her car. (Y/N) sped onto the highway and sighed in relief when she realized she had a little over 45 minutes to make it to JYP labs. With her sudden good mood, she turned on the radio and sang along to some tunes. They were particularly catchy and easy to sing along to. 

She heard her phone buzz and cast an anxious glance at it. (Y/N) reached over and brought the phone to her ear while expertly keeping her eyes on the road. 

"Hello (Y/N) speaking."

Miss Y/N. (Y/N) almost groaned when she realized it was Jackson who had called her. I'm glad you picked up the call. For the first time. Anyway, I wanted to inform you that your meeting starts in no more than 20 minutes. You are on your way I presume?