Eye to Eye (Ch.1)
Genre: BodySwap!AU; Humor; Fluff
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Warnings: Mildly Suggestive Content
Synopsis: What happens when two rival coworkers get paired to create an advertising campaign together? Could a freak accident help them see eye to eye?
_____ took a deep breath as she pushed the boardroom doors open. Feeling twelve pairs of eyes on her, she quickly made her way over to an empty seat. ‘Note to self: no more skirts. Slacks only,’ she thought to herself. Shortly after, the door swung open to reveal the CEO of BigHit Ad Agency, Bang Sihyuk, and the room went silent as he sat down at the head of the table. Everyone’s eyes drifted to the empty seat beside her and she glanced at the domineering man before them, only to see a look of pure irritation cross his face.
“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Park,” Sihyuk spoke monotonously as the tardy male gave him a charming smile. “My apologies, Sir,” he began, running a hand through his blonde hair. “I was finishing up some very important paperwork.” “Very well. Have a seat and let’s get started.” _____ rolled her eyes, knowing that if she had been the one to show up late, covering wouldn’t have been that easy. Her blonde coworker took the seat next to her with a smirk and the meeting began.
After sitting through a seemingly endless power point about the facts and figures of the company’s sales that week, Sihyuk revealed the most important reason for the meeting.
“The folders in front of you contain the creative brief from our newest client. The company wants to make their most recent product more appealing to female consumers. They also want to take a more socially conscious approach. I want all of you to take a few minutes to brainstorm and then you’ll throw out a few ideas and bounce them off of each other. Got it?” Everyone responded affirmatively and began to look through the brief. “I miss anything important, Dollface?,” _____ heard a whisper from the left. Without looking up, she responded, “I’ve told you countless times not to call me that, Jimin, and yes. You missed that hickey on the side of your neck.” “Paperwork got a little intense, I guess,” he chuckled, flipping through the folder absentmindedly.
“Alright. Time’s up. Mr. Park, how about you start us off?” “No problem, Sir,” he responded confidently. Sitting up straight, he smoothed down the lapels of his jacket. “Two words: Sex. Sells.” _____ scoffed, rolling her eyes. “But instead of scantily clad women, we just use scantily clad men. Everyone’s always talking about equality, right?,” he continued. “That is not what equality means,” she interjected. “Excuse, me, Miss _____, but it is Mr. Park’s time to speak.” “I’m sorry, Sir, but my colleague is extremely misguided.” Before their employer could reply, Jimin politely stopped him. “With all due respect, Sir, she may have a point. She is the only woman here, after all. So, how about I let her take the floor?” After thinking for a moment, the older man responded, “I’ll allow it.”
She turned to give Jimin an intense stare, eyes dark with anger. “Enlighten us,” he encouraged, clearly amused and satisfied with himself for putting her on the spot. “Well….As you all know…or maybe some of you don’t, which is probably why I’m even saying this,” Sihyuk cleared his throat, noticing that she was rambling.
“Sorry. The history of advertising has been…particularly oppressive to women, often degrading and sexualizing them for the sake of selling to predominantly male audiences. When women ask for equality in the industry, scantily clad men isn’t necessarily what we’re asking for. We just want representation that portrays us as the multifaceted human beings we are.”
“Absolutely inspiring, am I right?,” Jimin smirked, facetiously clapping slowly and earning another dirty look from _____. Their coworkers snickered behind their hands, fighting the urge to join in like grade school children. “Alright, that’s enough,” Sihyuk chuckled. “I’ve made a decision. Miss _____, I want you to take this account.” “Really? Thank you, Sir. I-” “But you will be working with Mr. Park.”
“What?,” both of them asked in unison.
“You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?” “If I’d known he was gonna pull some shit like that, I would’ve,” Jimin sneered as the two walked down the hall. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “Well, would you want to work with you?” “Of course I would. I’m more qualified than anyone else in this office and I’m-” “Kind of a bitch,” he interrupted, opening the door to the staff lunch room and walking in. “Yeah, well shit gets done when you’re a bitch,” she replied, walking in behind him.
“_____, we all know you’re just mad because I got that raise instead of you,” he stated nonchalantly as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “And you’re just mad because I’m the only female employee that won’t sleep with you,” she chided, opening the fridge and scanning the shelves. “You’re the only one I haven’t asked. And there’s a reason for that.” “The reason being I’d have HR on your ass faster than you could say—Wait, where’s my sandwich?,” she stopped short, noticing that the bag she had clearly labeled was gone.
“Just make another one. I’m sure you’re great at making sandwiches,” another coworker joked from the other side of the room. Standing up straight, she took one look at him before inhaling a deep breath and walking out, passing Jimin whose hand was covering his mouth to muffle his laughter.
One thing’s for sure; she knew nobody touched the bottle of wine she kept in her desk.
“No. Absolutely not,” Jimin stated bluntly, loosening his tie. “Well, do you have a better idea?” “No, but I’m sure I could figure something out that wouldn’t bore the target audience to death.” _____ sighed, closing her lap top and resting her elbow on her desk. “Look, I don’t exactly like your taste either, but we have to agree on something or we’ll never get this done. It’s already been four days.” “Calm down. We’ve got plenty of time. Why don’t you loosen up a bit to get the creative juices flowing? Let’s crack open that bottle you keep in here.” She gave him a questioning look, wondering how he knew she had a bottle of alcohol stashed there.
“Lucky guess,” he shrugged with a smirk. “But I’ll take that expression as confirmation.” “This is hardly appropriate,” she muttered as he opened her desk drawer and pulled out the wine. “Live a little, Dollface,” teased, popping it open.
“Take it to the head!,” Jimin laughed, handing _____ the nearly empty bottle. She chugged the last few sips before setting the bottle on the desk and laughing along with him. “We could totally get fired for this. Well, I could. I doubt they’d fire you,” she hiccuped. “There’s no way in hell they’d fire you, _____. you’re the hardest working person in this place,” he said sincerely. She leaned against her desk and looked up at him, clearly taken aback. “You really think so?” “Of course I do. I mean…I know I talk a lot of shit, but this company would probably crash and burn without you,” he replied, moving closer with each word. She felt her face heat up, but chose to believe it was because of the alcohol.
Leaning over with both hands on the desk beside her, he looked into her eyes. She took a deep breath as his face moved closer and closer. “Jimin, I’m still not going to sleep with you.” He stopped and moved back, raising his hands in defense of himself. “_____, I wasn’t-” “You were, but I refuse to become another office fuck buddy. No matter how many nice things you say while you’re drunk, it doesn’t change the fact that you treat me like every other misogynist here does all the time.” She grabbed her purse and began to pack up. “Will you just listen to me for one second?,” he asked, irritation subtly lacing his tone. “No.” “Where are you going?” “Home. Lock the door on your way out,” she spoke quickly, dodging his hand as she left.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he sat down on the desk. “Well, see you at the office party, I guess,” he mumbled to himself, picking up the bottle. Realizing that it was empty, he threw it in the trash bin in frustration.
_____ hated everything about office parties except for the free alcohol. She was one of only eight female employees, outnumbered by twenty-two men, which meant dodging drunk offers for sex.
“So, uh…what do you say?,” one of her coworkers whose name always escaped her asked, eyebrows high enough to meet his hairline. “I say hell no,” she replied, grabbing another glass of champagne from a passing tray before walking away.
Looking around, she accidentally locked eyes with Jimin for the third time that night. Before he could make his way over to her, she quickly made a beeline for the back door. Figuring no one would find her there, she made her way up the stairs to the rooftop. Walking over to the metal railing, she leaned on it and took a deep breath.
“Alcohol and rooftops don’t seem like a good combination, y’know,” Jimin called out from behind her. “What do you want from me?,” she groaned in response, turning to face him as the sky grew darker. Clouds moved in as she felt anger grow inside of her. “I just want to talk.” He cautiously moved closer, being careful not to invade her personal space so he wouldn’t scare her off again. “And what makes you think I owe you my time?” “You don’t, so I’m asking you to spare some. Please.” “Fine, Jimin. Let’s talk. You wanna talk about how in addition to you, two more of our coworkers tried to make passes at me today? Or maybe we could talk about the things I hear in the break room everyday. How about we-”
“I get it, okay?,” he yelled.
“No, you don’t! You could never get it.”
“I can see how it would get annoying but honestly, what’s the big deal?”
A light drizzle began to fall, but quickly turned into a sideways storm as the two continued to argue. Volume matching that of the thunder, they didn’t even bother moving from their spot on the roof.
“The big deal is that I have three degrees and nobody takes me seriously around here! I work my ass off and half of you only think i’m here because of affirmative action or something!”
“You’re exaggerating!,“ he replied almost arrogantly as he braced his hand on the railing.
Before she could reply, a bolt of lightning struck the railing, sending shocking vibrations through their bodies as light flashed around them. Then everything went black.
Jimin woke up with a pounding headache, regretting all of the alcohol he had consumed the night before. Fidgeting around a bit, he noticed that something felt different….That something was missing. He pressed his hand further into his boxers before shooting up into a sitting position. “My dick! Where the fuck is my dick?!,” he screamed, suddenly being struck by the difference in his voice. Shaky hands shot up to his throat and he noticed the absence of an Adam’s Apple.
Before he even took a second to panic, his head whipped around to observe the strange room he was in. With a million thoughts running through his head, he quickly stumbled out of bed and over to a nearby mirror. “What the hell happened last night…?,” he whispered, gaping at his reflection in horror.