Friends With Benefits

Chapter 3

"Congratulations, sell-out!" Namjoon's voice calls down the phone causing Yoongi to pull the device away from his ear to avoid going deaf. 

Yoongi is sat in the back of a taxi heading to his new apartment somewhere in Seoul. He had gone back home and packed up as much stuff as he could fit inside his suitcase, asking his friends and family to send over the rest of his stuff he couldn't take. Yoongi had spent ages looking for somewhere to stay in the large city, the stress of it all almost causing him to back out of the deal, but then Jimin had contacted him and told him that the company will provide him a place to stay and just like that Yoongi packed up all of his belongings and hopped on the first flight to Seoul.

"Thank you, thank you." The taxi pulls up outside of a tall brick building, and Yoongi thanks the driver with the nod of his head and hands over a couple of notes. 

As he steps out of the vehicle he gapes up at the large building, ignoring whatever Namjoon was saying to him down the phone.

The taxi driver seems to be inpatient however, as he loudly honks his horn causing Yoongi to jump ten feet in the air. "Hey, fuckface, you want to get your shit out of my car or what?"

Yoongi is stunned shocked for a moment, before regaining his composure and heading towards the boot of the car. "I... Yeah."

Once Yoongi had successfully pulled out his large suitcase with one hand, still ignoring whatever Namjoon was saying to him, he stands back onto the pavement so the driver won't run him over if he suddenly decides to reverse out of spite.

"Welcome to Seoul. Go and fuck a dick." The rude driver shouts before speeding off down the road and out of sight. 

"Fuck." 

Yoongi can hear his friends laugh echoing down the phone line, clearly having heard everything, and decides to hang up in protest. Why was everyone is this city so rude? 

The next morning Yoongi stands in front of his new large office, surrounded by his new colleagues. He can't help but feel anxious as he is now supposed to be the leader of all these people who have probably worked in this work field for years. What makes him good enough to be in charge of people who have more experience than him? And they are probably thinking the same thing too as they all stand around him, watching and most likely judging him.

"So, all I ask is that you give me a little bit of time to gain your trust. I know that I'm new to this, but what I lack in experience I made up for in cliches." He can't he but smile a little as he manages to get some laughter out of the strangers around him. "So, my door is always open."

Yoongi then turns around and takes hold of his large wooden and glass office door, picking it up from where it hangs loose of it's hinges and places it aside. "But seriously, my door is always open." He grunts as he lifts the door. "My first order of business, lighter doors." 

He manages to get everyone to laugh again so decides to finish his tacky speech. "Okay. Thanks, guys." He claps his hands together and watches as everyone disperses and head back to their work stations. He turns around and walks into his office, heading over to his large oak desk and taking a seat.

Just then tall man, who looks to be about the same age as Yoongi, knocks on the wooden door frame (since there's no longer a door) and steps forward.

Yoongi smiles politely and introduces himself first. "Welcome, Yoongi." Yoongi stands up and holds a hand out for the man to shake.

"Hey, man. Jung Hoseok, sports editor."

Yoongi's eyes light up when he finally puts a face to the name. "Hoseok, I've read your articles. Love your writing."