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yoongi - request

thank you Ellie_pavlidou for requesting!

Dear Y/N,

Thank you for applying for the secretary position. Your interview will be held tomorrow at 10 in the morning. Please be there on time.

- Min Co.

You can't tear your gaze away from the lonesome letter on your table. You've been staring at it for so long that one would be afraid that it might burst into flames any second.

It's a bittersweet moment for you. After months of trying to find a job, you finally have a chance of actually getting one. You were elated when you read the letter, abnormal squeals of happiness being your reaction to it.

The downside of it all is your boss.

Min Yoongi, is what you've been told his name is. He runs the whole company and is a very powerful man who respects his image. He controls everything with fair discipline but—for some reason that's unbeknownst to you—his history with secretaries isn't a good one.

According the lady you spoke to when applying, this would be the fourth time this month they'd be hiring a new one. He's very picky, she explained upon noticing the look of apprehension on your face, but I'm sure he'll get along with you just fine.

You had wondered how many applicants she would've said that to as you signed the form.

Getting up from the couch, you head off to bed, anticipating the sun's arrival the next day. There's a lingering thought in the back of your head as you lay against the soft mattress, closing your eyes tightly. It was something the lady had said while you were distracted, too busy working on the form to fully comprehend it.

It's a shame, all the girls he brings in fall for his looks.

*

You pace the length of the door, palms pressed against your chest as you breath in an out to ease your nerves. There's a small gathering of the other ladies here for their interviews and a side of you can't help but think that they'd be better for the job.

The door opens, revealing yet another one of those strikingly gorgeous girls. She has a cocky smirk on her face, the way she struts down the hallway telling you that her interview went well. You watch her giggle with the other girls, possibly fawning over the boss' looks, alarmed to notice that your head cranes towards their circle, eager to hear what she says.

"Miss. Y/N," a lady who sticks her head out of the doorway calls, cheeks balled up as she smiles, "You're up."

You offer her a shaky smile, bowing politely as she opens the door for you to enter. You feel the authority in the room glare at you, your head immediately dropping so that your gaze is on the floor.

"Hello, I'm Y/N," you shakily start, mustering enough courage to look up. Your eyes meet cold, slanted ones, the corner of the owner's lips twitching upwards into a soft smirk. You gulp, feeling threatened by the way he moves his body forward with ease, his elbows balancing on his knees. His haunting eyes never break away from yours, the gorgeous brown orbs now looking up at you because of the tilt of his head.

So this is Min Yoongi? You think to yourself, confused as to why you sound so breathless in your thoughts.

He angles his chin towards you, nodding at you to continue. His hair bounces with the action, the softness of his locks looking unreal. You avert your gaze from his jawline and smile, cheeks probably heated from the weight of his gaze.

"I really think I'd be suitable for this job because-" your sentence falters away as Yoongi stands, hand shoved into his pocket as he approaches you slowly. He almost looks like a lion stalking his prey. He is close enough for you to see every detail of his face, his hand reaching out to clasp a strand of your hair in between his fingers.

"Tell everyone to go home," he orders. Your breath hitches in your throat at the huskiness of his voice, each vowel pronounced in a way that sends your heart into a frenzy. His breath fans your cheeks as he smirks down at you.

"Congratulations, doll. You've got the job."

*

It's been three goddamn months and you're pretty sure you've got a bruise because of how hard you've fallen for Yoongi.

You must be doing a good job at hiding it because he hasn't fired you yet.

There are times when he lets loose with you, abandoning his work exterior to show off his cute and cuddly side. It makes you want him all the more.

You straighten out your dress and open up the door to the meeting room with a smile, it dropping the minute you see her. She hangs her arm over his chair, smiling suggestively at him as he speaks. If he knows what she's doing, he doesn't show it. Instead, he brushes her off and send you a subtle wink.

Your heart does a flip, sending him a tiny nod in return.

The girl notices, grimacing at your before indiscreetly flinging her breasts in his direction. The male abruptly stands, calling an end to the meeting and thanking everyone for coming. You wait until everyone's gone before facing him with a scowl.

"What's wrong, doll?" He asks, taking the papers gathered in your arms off you. "Have you eaten yet?"

You nod, feeling your mouth open as words tumble out. "Min Yoongi, I like you."

It's so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

He faces you with a grin, gripping onto your forearms. "Repeat that for me please, princess."

"I said I like you," you whisper, feeling yourself go red. He laughs then brings you in for a hug.

"I'm glad. Let's go out tonight for some drinks, my treat."