❝Oᴋᴀʏ, ꜱɪʀ❞ ㅡ [Vkook/Taekook]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

"...and here is the the cellar."

The taller, brown haired guy gestured me another staircase that went down. So apparently this is the way to our training room. This part of the mansion looked different. Like, very different. It was way darker than the rest of the mansion. Quite cozy actually.

As we went downstairs Kim Junmyeon started talking about how he got accepted for the job. I only listened with half an ear , because I was too stunned by my surroundings. There was a counter and... a bar?! They have a bar down here??

Junmyeon noticed my surprised face and responded with a small grin, "If you wondered, yes we do have a minibar down here. But we aren't allowed to use it that often."

"That's cool, but... why?", I asked in curiosity.

"Well, something has to keep us in a good mood, right?"

With that, Junmyeon turned around and continued walking down the wide corridor. I wasn't sure what I should do with that information. Why should the people here have to be kept 'in a good mood' that way?

I wasn't into drinking and I also didn't really get what was so cool about alcohol. I mean, it's literally poison. I shouldn't overthink my job choices, Junmyeon was most likely joking anyways.

All of sudden I heard him stop his flow of words and almost ran into him. "What happened-?"

Ms. Manjoel turned the corner. That's why Junmyeon had stopped.

"Suho, collect yourself", she said with a sharp voice, "The meeting this evening for March 31 will be delayed for 15 minutes."

She only eyed me suspiciously. 15 minutes? Why would someone announce a delay of 15 minutes? Well, apparently the things here run really different.

Then Ms. Manjoel simply walked away without further explanation. I can't say I wasn't glad that she was gone. Junmyeon too didn't seem to be that tensed anymore. He really was another person when he was around that weird secretary.

"Oh right, we were supposed to have a meeting in an hour."

"Are there any plans for the 31st?"

"Yes, of course! Did no one tell you about Mr. Kims meeting with the president?!"

"Kim Taehyung meets Moon Jaein? What for? Do they know each other?"

"You really have no idea, huh...? Okay so, they do know each other personally. Mr. Kim actually has a lot of connections among the high society. That's basically how he worked himself up. We have no idea what they are going to discuss about. Thats top secret."

"Oh okay, do you think I'll come along? I probably have to undergo major training, don't I?"

"I have no idea, that's probably why the meeting this evening was convened."

"Okay, then I guess we have to wait until later."

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I didn't know why but I was slightly trembling. The nine of us stood in front of Mr. Kims office. His main one. Junmyeon told me that there were at least two offices in the mansion, but no one of the boys have ever been in any of the other offices. Byun Baekhyun, who joined later that conversation, also stated that no one has ever seen everything of the mansion. It was so big that even Ms. Minjeol allegedly didn't know all rooms.

The door got opened from someone inside the room and all of us went inside and lined up in front of Mr. Kims desk. Honestly this was so embarrassing, because I was quite a bit smaller than them. Luckily, no one seemed to notice. The boys stood up straight and had their sunglasses on again. I still didn't have any so I tried my best to at least copy their pose.

Mr. Kim spoke up, "You all know why you're here. Jeon Jungkook, I talked with my assistants about if you should come along to the conference."

I nodded nervously. My hands started sweating and a shiver rolled down my spine when he mentioned my name.

"We came to the conclusion that you should accompany us. We do have high expectations towards your work as my body guard. So that you don't fail me, we have to train you. Your co-workers will assist you with that."

When I felt the eyes of literally everyone in the room on me, I suddenly felt really, really small. And Mr. Kims intimidating words weren't helping.

In the following half hour Mr. Kim informed the other nine guys about the positions of how they had to function. He didn't mention me once. He also didn't spare one glance at me, which made feel a bit guilty.

Had I already failed his expectations?