Author POV :
3 Months LATER
Hoseok is resting at the only head table of the planning meeting room. All the men in attendance in the meeting are mostly middle-aged.
The meeting today is awfully vital and imperative it's allied with reference to the new-fangled operation of Bulletproof.
"What the hell! There are 25 men present in the meeting, but no one is able to come with a fucking good plan?" Hoseok preached out of mortal aggravation.
All the men present in the room sank down further on their respective seats subsidizing to escape.
"You all know that this operation is very crucial for Bulletproof. So fucking lay your wits out of sputter" He shouted, but no one uttered a word out from their respective voice boxes provoking Hoseok to more irritated and infuriated.
Being annoyed, he stands clunk his hands on the table quivering the entire cabin.
"Mr. Shim, don't you feel someone is going to die?" He said, eyeing a middle-aged man who is sitting across from you in the meeting.
He is the executive in charge of the planning department. Who happened to be, also the in-charge of this meeting.
"I-I'm sorry sir" The man stuttered, he is sweating like he is placed on Sarah's desert. All the people present started panicking too except you.
"You are here...before I was even born. You know what this project means" Hoseok, said in an intimidating calm voice which utilized the man to start sweating rivers.
"And you do also know what we do with our useless employers..." Hoseok managed a smile, which was not at all a smile but a beautiful –kind death threat.
"NO-NO, Please SORRY! I WILL HAN--" Some of the healthy-well-muscled-man-of-death bodyguards barged into the cabin meeting room startling all of us, and started dragging poor Mr. Shim out of the meeting room.
"I will do it!" you, the life-saver kicked up in the middle of a conversation like always and become the center of attention, like always.
You never sow this side of Hoseok before, he is happy-sunshine lighting up in darkness he is totally-utterly different from what he behaves usually in front of you and others back in the mansion.
But, in these 3 months of training you had seen so a lot of scenes which is etched in your mind and also are unpredicted for a normal-daily-life fellow like you. You are changed, so much in these 3 months that you never have thought to change in even your whole span of life. And you also initiated to know more about the other elevations of these fanatical mafias, which are thoroughly diverse like poles apart.
"Y/n! It's not entertainment... you joined us last week. No experience, if you think the planning department is easy, don't believe it. You have to pay" He replied, in a serious tone.
"I will, I assure you" you claimed boldly gazing right in his eyes.
He looked displeased not at all swayed by your confidence-but that doesn't concern you. Does it?
"Look Y/n, you know this proj-" Hoseok started groaning, but you're fast to cut him off by seizing the project files form alongside his laptop
"Ok! I got it" you cheered, everyone, gawked at you- like you are a creature not from this exact universe. Hoseok massaged his temple tiredly.
"Ok, but if you are not capable to complete it by the deadline, then I'm sorry the rules are rules."
"What is the deadline?" you inquired him, your high-leveled confidence dropped a little by '3' and the level of anticipation build-up by the rate of '5'.
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