The 30 year plan | Namjin

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"ARE YOU AN IDIOT???" Jin screamed at a girl's face.

The whole office block was staring at them, thanking the stars that they were not in that girls position. Jin was pretty mad and the girl looked damn near tears. This was very out of character for Jin, but when his colleagues did something very stupid he had to go off on them. After all he was the head of this block, if there was any one fuck up on behalf of these workers his ass was also on the line.

"I just got word from Lee Taemin's manager that you have been sending him non-stop texts and letters and foodcrates!" He persisted. "Your one job was to interview the boy, not hit on him and harass him!

"But it's just tha-"

"Just that what? You like him? He's your idol?" The ravenette questioned aggressively. "Sweetie, this is not a Wattpad fan fiction! It does not give you the right to harass him for 2 months straight." Jin stepped out of the cubicle for a second, lifting his head so he could catch everyone else's attention (it was already on him).

"This goes for everyone!" Jin yelled. "Don't ever, and I mean ever work with an idol and ask them out! If they reject you once, don't try twice, or three times, or send 1,000 messages to them." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Is there an exception if they reject you the first time but accept you the second?" Some random dude asked.

Jin turned his head and rolled his eyes.

"That'll probably never happened Jackson, but if it does you need to inform the company about the relationship, not send creepy gifts under the companies name." He sneered while running his hand through his hair in frustration, but Jackson wasn't done.

"Also aren't you dating Kim Jisoo?" Jackson questioned. The office block was filled with murmurs and many pulled out their phones to scout the gossip again.

The ravenette heaved a huge sigh. "No, we are not. If I were to like any woman it would definitely not be a carbon copy of me." He defended, turning his attention to the stalker girl.

"I'm s-sorry Mr. Kim. Taemin-oppa is my idol, I thought that it was real!" The girl defended clearly delusional. "I can write an apology letter!"

"I think you've written enough letters and text messages, Miss Yunjin." Jin scolded in a sickly tone. "You're fired!" He told, very loudly so everyone could hear. "You're all fired!"

"Mr. Kim you can't do that." One of his star interns told.

"Right." He said, getting composed as he ran his hand through his hair again. "Miss Yunjin, you're fired so I advise you get all your stuff out this evening and everyone else let this be a warning."

Everyone in the office was still. They respected Seokjin a great amount but only seldom had he ever lashed out like this, some of them were so new they had never even seen him frown. It was scary, so yeah, everyone took this warning very seriously. Seokjin wasn't done though.

"I know that some of you encouraged her and didn't tell me, but I'll let it slide this time." Jin began, pacing around the block. "We as The Seoul Times, especially the modern media department, are mostly in charge of maintaining celebrity images." He reminded, getting closer to his office. "But a celebrity only looks like a celebrity because of their fancy clothes, we are those clothes. Just like any other clothes we can easily be thrown out and replaced."

"So unless all of you want out of a job, I hope to never ever hear about any of you harassing a celebrity out of delusion!" The ravenette warned once more before opening his office. "I'm going home!" He announced slamming the office door and then swiftly coming out with his jacket and bag in hand.