"...Goodbye now, (y/n)." And with that I pushed the door open and swung my legs out into the cold air. I handed the cab driver my money, but the girl gently pushed my hand away before he could grab it. She pulled out a roll of bills from her pocket, peeling off a few and handing it to the driver, an obvious smirk on her lips. "It's on me this time," she smiled up at me from where I stood, her eyes seemingly sparkling, my mouth hanging open a bit in shock. "Just say this isn't the last time I get to meet the absolutely irreplaceable Jumin Han." - I do not own the characters in this book, just the story. Cover art work belongs to @naizourei on tumblr.

You work at the company your crush, Jumin Han, does. The only thing is, he's your boss... °~•°~•°~•°~•°~• Disclaimer: I do not own Jumin Han or any part of Mystic Messenger, nor do I own you, the reader. You own yourself.~