The Pilot || MinJoon

Chapter 6

Despite his sleepless night, Jimin arrived early at the office, looking fresh and stylish in a white cropped blazer over a white shirt, white fitted cargo pants, and high top wrap lace sneakers. The young CEO detested wearing suits--he was more of a Rick Owens and Gucci guy anyway. And instead of a tie, he would often accessorize with chunky silver jewelry and tiny silver hoop earrings, just like what he was wearing today. 

Walking purposely into his spacious office, which was all outfitted in his signature black leather and silver accents, Jimin sank into his plush chair and told his assistant to bring him a coffee. The silver-haired boy was so busy riffling through some papers on his desk that he failed to notice that his best friend, Min Yoongi, who also happens to be ARCADIUM's vice president, was sitting on the suede couch on the far left of his office, an amused look on his face.

"Well, well. Look who's bright and early this morning," Yoongi drawled. Jimin was startled, but after regaining his composure, the CEO shot his best friend an unimpressed look.

"Hmp," Jimin sniffed. "Tony Montana called. He wants his suit back."

The blonde chuckled at the insult before shooting back, "Did you just get in from partying all night at a club? Wear a fuckin' suit, for crying out loud."

"You're just jealous, Yoongi," Jimin absentmindedly said, while continuing to search for a document on his table.

"Are you looking for this?" the older boy asked while flinging the document onto Jimin's table.  "Your assistant asked for my approval about the wording on this contract. I take it that you finally found a pilot for your private plane."

"That's right," Jimin muttered while signing the document.

"Hmmm... how convenient. And after your stepmonster threw a fit too after she learned that your father approved of the purchase," Yoongi chuckled.

"Yeah, at least I'm using the family money for business. That woman's just using father's money for her fucking Paris shopping trips and god knows what else," Jimin seethed.

"Calm down, no need to get riled up now," said Yoongi. "Anyway, there's this property in--"

A knock sounded on the door, and Jimin's assistant, Hanseul, came in with an apologetic look on his face. 

"Sir, your coffee. And, there's a man at the lobby looking for you, he said he's the new pilot and he's here to sign the contract?" said the assistant.

As soon as he heard the word pilot, Jimin's heart started beating fast. 

He's here now? Jimin thought, panicking internally while struggling to keep a calm facade. Maybe Yoongi's right, I should have worn a suit, I look like I'm about to do a dance break in this fucking outfit.

Trying to slow his heart rate, Jimin casually ran his fingers through his hair, cleared his throat, and asked, "Did he say that his name is Kim Namjoon?"

"Yes sir, that's his name," Hanseul affirmed.

"Tell the receptionist to grant him access, then once he gets to this floor send him in please," said Jimin.

"Interesting," Yoongi said with a raised eyebrow. "I gotta see this pilot for myself."

Rising from his chair, Jimin put his hands on his best friend's shoulders and propelled him towards the door. "Yeah, I don't think so. I had a hard time convincing him to work for me, and I don't want any of your stupid remarks to drive him away, so out you go, Yoonkitty."

"Don't call me Yoonkitty," Yoongi grumbled. "Ok, I'm leaving, geez." 

Jimin closed the door then immediately sprinted back to his desk. Opening a drawer, he took out a small mirror to check his face and hair. Next, he grabbed a lip balm, slicking some of it on his plump lips to make it pinker and somewhat glossier. Checking his hair for the last time, Jimin sat down and willed his heart to calm down, not wanting Namjoon to see him in a flustered state.