Three Seconds

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Jin POV

"Let's go back to my office. We can discuss the specifics of your work contract there." Namjoon offered.

"Um... I drove here, and I'm not leaving my car behind. I guess I'll see you there?" Y/N offered. We all agreed and made plans accordingly. Eventually we left.

In the van, I asked Namjoon a question.

"Why do you think she wears a mask? I mean when she wasn't pretending to be Yoon Aera." He shrugged.

"It's most likely because her face is either very distinct or she wants to be able to easily hide it." Namjoon guessed.

"Maybe she's ugly, or has some sort of birthmark." Jungkook suggested. He turned towards Namjoon.

"Are you going to make her remove her mask, hyung?" Namjoon thought about it.

"Maybe, but it's really up to her. Besides, her face changing skill will really come in handy."

He was right. I have never even heard of such a thing, or even thought it would have existed before I heard about Kim Beomseok. It was like something from books and movies, but to see it in real life.... It was something new. I was curious to learn more about this girl.

At The Office

I walked in, stretching my arms while holding a pile of documents. Which promptly fall on the ground. I stare at Lee Y/N sitting in the chair- my chair, with her feet propped up on my desk.

"You- This is a restricted area! Fingerprint access! Facial recognition! How?!" I yell. She chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Heh... It wasn't bad." I felt like kneeling in front of her feet.

"Great aunt! Please spare me," I sobbed. She laughed.

"So what happened to the meeting?" She asked while thumbing through some documents on the table.

"You tell me, since you're so knowledgeable." I mutter.

"Namjoon is in a meeting that went two hours overtime, Jungkook and Jimin are on a mission, and Taehyung is making a mess in the kitchen." Y/N replied.

"Wait- I didn't actually- WAIT! The kitchen! MY FUCKING KITCHEN!!!!" My mind only focused on the important part of her words. I ran down the hall to see what was salvageable. I ran into the smoky room, only to be greeted with Y/N putting icing on a lump of shit Taehyung probably thought was a cake.

"HOW ARE YOU ALWAYS HERE BEFORE ME!!!!" I wring my hands in frustration. "And put that mess down, young lady!" I eye the icing tube in her hands incredulously.

"So Namjoon hyung said we have to- whoa! What the fuck?" Jungkook walked in on Y/N and Taehyung fighting over an icing tube while Jin tried to seperate them, save the food, and clean everything up at the same time.

"Did I come at the wrong time?" He asks.

"NO! Not at all!" I huff, giving up. "Namjoon wanted what?" I ignore the two imbeciles and turn to Jungkook.

"Oh, he said to go to the meeting room so we can have our discussion. About Y/N's job and stuff."

"I am kinda rethinking the decision to keep this girl as our fighter. She's only been here for less than an hour, and she's already made a mess. Not like we need another dumbaclutz around here." I mutter.