The Tenth Floor pt3
Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?
Reader x Yoongi
Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst
Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually
“So how’s it going with your new, crazy boss?” Jessica asked though your phone, and you rolled your eyes despite the fact that she couldn’t see you. “Has he interrogated you about what your ‘intentions’ are for working there yet?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t so bad. A little weird, though. They ran a background check on me before I was hired, so I don’t know what he was so worried about.”
“I told you he was paranoid.” Jessica said, and she was right; she had warned you. Repeatedly. “While I was there, they caught this one guy selling plans to rival companies.” You heard her shiver. “I thought Min was actually going to kill him.”
You were waiting for the bus as you talked to her. You had taken Kim Taehyungs business card out of your wallet, examining it for what felt like the hundredth time. Jessica’s voice seemed to fade away as you got lost in your own thoughts. There was something about the taxi driver that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, something that made him different…
“Are you listening to me?” Jessica said suspiciously. You realized that you hadn’t been, and winced.
“Not exactly?” You said with an apologetic laugh.
“I said, don’t trust Jeon Jungkook.”
“Who’s that?” Your bus arrived, and you were only half-listening as you found a seat. You kept your voice down as you went, but several people gave you a pointed look as you went.
“I just told you who he is! You’re impossible.”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry… But I have to go, okay? I’ll call you during my lunch break.” The elderly women you sat next to was glaring daggers at you, her knitting needles clicking ominously. “I really need to get my car fixed…” You thought to yourself as you tried to give her a small smile.
“No, I’m serious–”
You hung up before she could say anything else, however. You purposefully hadn’t told your friend that you were applying for the job until after you were hired, and had tried to tune everything negative she had to say about the place out ever since. You wanted to enter your new job with a positive outlook, without any pre-judgement of anyone else who worked there. You were fairly sure Jessica had tried to warn you about this Jungkook person last week, but you couldn’t remember what she had said about him.
“You aren’t taking this seriously.” She had complained the night before your first day on the job. “I’m telling you, quit now. Save yourself the time and effort.”
But you needed a job–and this one even payed well. Sure, maybe the boss was a little insane, but how bad could it be? It seemed worth it to at least give it a try.
“No heels this morning, I see.” Jimin stepped into the elevator with you, smirking at your black ballet-style flats. You didn’t have time to go out and buy a new pair of shoes after the heel on yours broke the previous night, so you slip-stitched the hem of your dress pants so they wouldn’t drag on the floor and hoped they looked decent. You thought that perhaps no one would notice, but you should have known better. “I see you’ve already given up on personal appearance, which means you’ll probably quit within the day.”
“Don’t you have something better to do than judge me by my shoes?” You asked calmly. You wondered why Jessica hadn’t warned you about Jimin, he was much more of an annoyance than this Jungkook guy who you had never even met.
“Not at the moment, no.” Jimin smiled innocently at you. You knew that he was probably just being rude because he wanted you to quit, but that didn’t help much.