𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

namjoon

well, welcome. i'm proud of this week's and next week's five. also school holidays coming up which means more for you guys  ;)))

You stand with your head lowered, too ashamed to look up and meet the eyes of your clearly unimpressed boss. There's no doubt that he's already regretting giving you the job.

"Y/N, how the fuck did you manage to mess up printing sheets? I gave you one job!"

You wince, biting down on your lip to stop yourself from crying. First week nerves have gotten the better of you and you've managed, as your boss is so bewildered by, to mess up every job he's given you.

"Are you that stupid? Are there any braincells in that tiny brain of yours?" He ridicules, gripping onto your head to rock it back and forth. You choose to stay quiet and wallow in your shame.

"Huh? Oh, you're suddenly so quiet now! God, you're just a whore who's no good for anything. Get out! Don't come back tomorrow until I call you."

Blinking back tears, you cradle your bag to your chest and run out of the office, pulling your phone out of your pocket on the way. You finally make it outside, leaning yourself against one of the light posts to make a call.

"Namjoon?" You whimper when he finally picks up, sniffling as you get no reply.

"Baby? What happened? Why are you crying?" He asks in a rush, his sincere concern for you getting the better of him.

"Can you pick me up from work, please?"

"I thought you had work unt-"

"Just pick me up, please."

He hangs up so he can presumably drive to get you. You throw your head back to sigh, feeling worthless against your boss' words. You should be able to stand up to him but you can't and that sucks.

A car pulls up, Namjoon climbing out before you can get in. He wordlessly envelopes you in for a hug, nuzzling his face into your neck. You do the same, breathing in his homely scent. Your nerves instantly simper down, melting in his arms.

"What happened, bub?" He questions as he pulls away, cupping your face in his large hands.

"My b-boss yelled at me and c-called me s-stupid because all I've done is fuck up every j-job he's given me." You ramble, stepping yourself back into his arms. He chuckles, tsking as he kisses your head.

"Baby, it's just nerves. You're fine but if he does it again, tell me. I'll teach him a lesson or two."