happy employee

imagine CEO namjoon.

Originally posted by cuteguk

  • what’s there to say? we already know he’s a great leader.
  • heir to the country’s largest publishing/printing firm.
  • also the greenest publishing/printing company in the country, like top five in the world, all thanks to namjoon’s initiatives.
  • he takes the whole inheriting business thing very seriously, determined to deserve the company and to be the best boss ever.
  • graduates early from a prestiged business school abroad and shares the responsibilities at the company to give his ageing father a break.
  • he’s so !!!! invested !!! in the health and happiness of his employees !!!!
  • wins All The Awards, for his green initiatives, planting trees, and making jobs, and protecting the environment ect, but also for having the happiest employees in the country.
  • he’s always arranging conferences and seminars for his employees to educate and encourage health/happiness/safety/equal opportunity/respect/ect in the workplace.
  • he works so hard to make sure everyone even down to the lowest branches are insured and that there are daycares and mom’s get the paid leave they need and deserve and that everyone gets and equal and fair wage.
  • bless him.
  • unfortunately all this work on top of his official workload means he doesn’t have much time to look after himself.
  • but in his mind he’s suffering is worth the safety and health of so many others he doesn’t even mind tho he’s kinda sad.
  • so, you work in the HR department.
  • and the head of the department fucks off on maternity leave and by some miracle ???? you get a hasty promotion.
  • no, you’re not really the head of HR but your function is pretty much the same and you don’t mind because the pay is goOD.
  • part of your responsibilities as head is to keep namjoon briefed on the general mood and concern of the people in his branch, i.e the large building full of people he feels directly responsible for.
  • he even has a whole suggestion box system, so once a week you just have to go through the notes people leave you and present a list to namjoon with a few possible solutions etc.
  • piece of cake.
  • except he’s hot as all hell.
  • i mean, it’s not a problem, far from it, he’s just very distracting.
  • but your meetings with him are the highlight of your work week so you do a really good job or at least you try, and also wear something nice.
  • and you think he’s just kinda clumsy and awkward.
  • but actually he finds you really distracting as well.
  • and your meetings are A Mess for the first month or so, until you get into the swing of things and get your shit together.
  • and the complaints he gets are never a big deal because everyone is happy and has nothing to complain about like ???
  • his secretary complaining that him playing smooth jazz all day in his office is getting kinda annoying and please would he play some classical or maybe bossa nova for a change.
  • or that his wacky ties and other questionable fashion choices are giving them a headache.
  • or jeon jungkook complaining about someone’s coffee breath again.
  • an anonymous submission says jimin is apparently??? too??? cute???
  • jung hoseok won’t stop moonwalking to the photocopier while humming thriller and it’s not even october and michael jackson doesn’t even moonwalk to thriller ugh ???????
  • yoongi keeps falling asleep at his desk and forgetting to go home at the end of the day.
  • harmless stuff like that. 
  • (namjoon stays late so he starts driving yoongi home because that’s just the kind of Great boss he is.)
  • and most of the time you two spend these meeting gossiping about drama between the departments and rolling on the floor laughing.
  • and you’re so in awe that someone can be so wonderful and selfless, making use of his privilege to protect people less fortune than him.
  • and your meeting are usually after lunch, so you come back from lunch to find him buried in paperwork and you begin to wonder, who takes care of him?
  • you ask if he had lunch and he’s like lol of course not have you met me
  • and you suggest postponing the meeting because there’s nothing urgent going on and you can take care of “kim taehyung keeps sneaking his dog into the office” on your own.
  • but he’s like “nO!!! please, our meetings are the only break i get, they keep me sane, they’re kinda the highlight of my week.”
  • and you sputter like ????? “im,,,what??? me ?? too?”
  • from that day on he starts taking you out for lunch every week and that way your meetings get twice as long.
  • and eventually you have to ask him, since nothing is going on in the office, “what about you, namjoon? how are you doing?”
  • and he thinks for a moment and he’s like “you know what, i feel kinda shitty actually.”
  • so you let him vent all his sadness and weird existential thoughts and angst for a few weeks and eventually suggest maybe he takes responsibility for his own health and happiness and maybe a good step would be to see a therapist?
  • and he does because he values your opinion and honestly it’s the only selfish thing he’s done in years and it makes him feel 1000001x better to have his concerns and ideas affirmed and listened to by a professional. therapy is cool, kids.
  • and one day shy joonie hands you a little poem he wrote you on a post-it, describing all the little detail he’s observed about him that makes his heart race and his head go all slow and foggy.
  • because he really,,,,,,,,,,,,, really likes you, and hopes this isn’t weird or anything if you don’t feel the same way that’s cool but he’s felt this way for a while and you’re the best thing that’s happened to him since this company and he just thought you deserved to know and he’s sorry.
  • and you have to like glue yourself to that dining chair so you don’t climb that dang table and throw yourself at him because namjoon is the most wonderful man on earth you treasure him and you want to keep him safe and happy because he deserves as much kindness as he’s prepared to give and he has nothing to be sorry for and you love him.
  • and he loves you too.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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Room 316 (M)

word count: 5.1k

genre: smut + a little fluff; CEO!seungcheol

pairing: reader/seungcheol

summary: your boss, CEO choi seungcheol, has been injured in a car accident and you go to visit him; strictly out of worry as a friend and employee, definitely not because you harbor a sort-of crush on the man. but as the anesthetics leave seungcheol a little loose, he ends up saying more than you were meant to hear and it reveals a lot about what you mean to him.


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What I wonder is, how old was this young boy that asked the question? What kid reads the dedication and is that curious that they’d use their one chance to ask a question about their beloved children’s book to ask about a random name in the dedication? Or, most likely, the kid’s mother put them up to it, forcing C to reply and stumble/stutter/bumble over the required response? What else was he supposed to say?


Let’s dance barefoot together in the fields of who we are. Today I am my sun drenched, broken-nosed, crooked-smile self. Happy pride.

  • *at drive thru speaker*: uh, yeah, you got any of that uh.... serotonin? heard it's real good. makes you feel genuine happiness and shit.
  • employee: i can't think of an ending for this post help
Reunited - Nine

A/N: Second to last part y’all. I’m a little anxious about this, because it has smut in it, which I don’t really write that often. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you to my beta @thorne93, you’re the best.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, Lexi(OC), Violet(OC), Sarah (OC)

Warnings: Fluff, alcohol consumption (no Jack in this one though) and Smut (probably shitty smut, but still)

Wordcount: 4336 (not even sorry)

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*not my gif* 

Originally posted by asapineapple

Contrary to all your fears and regular nightmares, the first wedding went off without a hitch. Wendy the wedding planner was happy, the bride and groom were happy, your employees were… exhausted, but happy.

You were all standing in your shop on Saturday afternoon, your job was done, your feet were killing you, and you had a giant smile on your lips.

“You all did awesome today,” you said, looking at the three girls. “I know we got off to a rough start with this, and I know the next one will probably not be any easier, but I am just so incredibly proud of you all. You have worked long hours with an unbelievable workload and I am just so grateful for all of you, I could not have done this without you,” you said, feeling yourself tearing up.  

“You haven’t been too bad yourself,” Lexi said with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” you said, nodding to her. “Listen, I have decided that we all need to relax a bit after this, so tonight I’m inviting you to a barbecue at my place. You don’t have to bring anything, just show up around seven and we’ll relax with some good food and a few beers. We have earned it.”


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We All Fall Down - Ten

Another hour later and Spencer had filled out the paperwork for your new old car, it now belonged to you.

Well. Actually no, it didn’t. It was in Spencer’s name with you as the named driver, just like everything in your life was in Spencer’s name. Part of you was grateful, it really was. The other part of you resented it. As he filled out his banking information you thought back, how long had it been since you’d actually bought something with money that you had earned? It had to have been before you were married because once you had moved, leaving your job, your small leased college apartment, your education, behind, you hadn’t had any money to call your own. Spencer had told you that he would take care of you and you’d just let him. Even when you were sneaking to hotel rooms, it was on ubers on his account, wearing lingerie paid for on his credit card.

How much of a shitty person did that make you?

You made a decision. You would get the house in to order and then you WOULD look for a job. You’d start at the bottom somewhere, but you wouldn’t tell him of your intentions. It would be a surprise of sorts, after all he had been the one to mention it this morning. Maybe it would even give you both something to talk about if you were actually away from the house and doing something with your day. The important thing was, that you’d have your own money and in your mind, that was suddenly so very important to you.

The car was bought along to the front of the lot, the mechanic who had given it a service sliding out of seat and handing you the keys with a grin.

“Enjoy her, she’s a great little runner,” he said cheerily as he went back around to the rear of the building. It felt strange to have car keys in your hand. You hadn’t driven anywhere in years, never even owning your own car. You looked over to Spencer, suddenly feeling slightly panicked. It obviously didn’t show on your face though, or if it did he didn’t particularly care.

“I have to go into the office again, can you find your own way home? The car has gps so I can give you the zip code for the house.”

You thought… well , you thought he’d at least come with you for your first drive. He must know how long it had been since you’d been behind the wheel of a car? And plus, wasn’t he meant to be taking you to get a cell phone? What if something happened to you whilst driving?

“Oh. Erm…. Yeah okay. I need keys though, for the house? And… when will you be back? I still have no way of getting hold of you remember.”

He looked uncomfortable and awkward. Perhaps the amount of time spent in your presence was starting to bother him. He reached into his coat pockets and pulled out a bunch of keys, detaching two and handing them over.

“Keep these two, one for the front and one for the back. Do you have the secondary credit card with you?”

You shook your head. That was in the bag you normally used for grocery (alcohol) shopping back in New York. It was packed away still somewhere. Spencer reached into his wallet, pulling out a wad of notes and reeling some off. Your eyes widened at the amount of cash he was carrying.

“Take this,” he shoved some notes into your hand. “The route home will take you back through town. There’s a store there you’ll be able get a phone from.” He pulled out a business card and frowned slightly. “When you get a number, message me. I shouldn’t be home too late tonight.”

He really was going to send you off by yourself. You chewed your lip nervously and Spencer caught it.

“Y/N you’ll be fine. The roads here aren’t hard to follow and this sort of car is easy to drive. I really do have things to do and you’ll get bored and frustrated if I take you with me. Go buy a phone, find your way around. I’ll pick up take out on my way back. Perhaps tomorrow you can clean out the kitchen and go and get some proper food in? Would that be okay?”

Reluctantly you nodded. Because you weren’t going to tell him no. You weren’t going to beg him to come with you, because you had never begged him for anything and you weren’t about to start now. You climbed into the seat and let Spencer talk you through inputting the coordinates into the GPS, then you adjusted your seat and mirrors, took a deep breath and switched the engine on. Hooking up your seat belt, you quickly familiarised yourself with the controls.

“You’ll be fine Y/N,” Spencer closed the door he had opened to help with the GPS and you repeated his words.

“I’ll be fine.”

After a few loud revs, you found your biting point, released the hand break and tentatively drove away from the dealership. You didn’t check back to see how long it took for Spencer to climb back into his own car. If you had have done, perhaps you’d have been suprised as he waited and watched you drive away, a slight look of regret clouding his face until he remembered that he really did have other things he needed to be doing. He HAD considered taking you along with him and spending the entire day together but he wasn’t certain either one of you were ready for that yet. Not after being so indifferent to each other for so very long. Small steps, he told himself, repeating to himself again that you would be fine.

You were fine for the most part. You navigated the roads back into town finding the car relatively easy to drive. It was still nerve racking for you and you made sure you kept to the speed limit, constantly checking your mirrors. You’d never had a car before, never needed one or had enough money to buy one for yourself. You took drivers ed in high school and Aunt Lorel would let you use her car when she wasn’t but that was really it. Derek had owned a car, you spending many nights steaming up the windows, you were rarely allowed to drive it though, unless you’d both been drinking and you were the more sober of the two of you. Spencer had had a car when you first got together, but after the wedding and the accident, he hadn’t bothered to replace it. And in New York it wasn’t like you needed a car.

Driving back through town you spotted the tech store, seeing signs for a parking lot. You pulled into a space and turned the engine off, letting out a sigh of relief as you did. It was only then that you realised how tightly you’d been griping the steering wheel, flexing your fingers and wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans. Remembering the cash Spencer had given you, you grabbed it and counted it. He’d given you five hundred dollars in fifty dollar notes. Tucking it onto your purse you exited the car and locked up, heading over to the store.

There was just the one employee that you could see, serving a teenaged boy as you entered. She looked over at you and grinned welcomly before going back to serving. You wandered around the shop slightly aimlessly, picking up handset after handset and putting them all back down, having no idea what you even wanted. A chime sounded and a moment later you felt a presence at your side.

“Hi! I’m Penelope, is there anything I can help you find?” the blonde employee was standing right by your side, almost too close for comfort. You stepped back slightly, feeling perkiness rolling off her in waves.

“I don’t know really? I smashed my phone up a while ago and was looking for a replacement.”

“Okay well, I can pretty much find you anything you want. And if I don’t have it in stock then I can source it for you! Are you new in town or just passing through? I haven’t seen you around.”

Christ, this woman was so cheerful. And not just your usual paid employee faux happiness, it actually seemed like she really wanted to help you. She was staring, waiting expectantly.

“Oh erm, I’m new here. My husband grew up here and his dad recently passed away, so we’ve moved back.” Why you felt the need to tell her that you didn’t know but you were fairly certain this woman could ask for your bra size and you’d tell her, there was just something about her.

“You’re Spencer Reid’s wife?” her eye’s lit up with recognition and you got the distinct feeling that everyone in this town would known who you were if you mentioned you’d moved back because of a family death. You nodded.

“Oh it’s so lovely to meet you! I don’t really know Spencer or his sister that well, they were a few years ahead of me in high school. But the family is well known around here and I know Jennifer’s husband, Will, relatively well. I sometimes do some work for the police department. Oh and I’ve met Diana a few years times, she used to come in whenever she had a problem with her computer. She was super nice. How is she coping?”

As lovely as this woman was, you could tell that you were going to leave her presence exhausted. But something about what she’d said struck you. “Diana seems to be doing okay. I actually haven’t seen her since the funeral. Spencer has been busy and I only got a car today. Erm…what work do you do for Will?” Maybe it was paperwork that you could help out with? You could type relatively quickly after all.

Her eyes gleamed at your interest. “I can’t say too much really but let’s just say that I’m super good at finding people, so occasionally he’ll turn up if someone has gone off the grid. And sometimes their systems go down, usually cos someone’s spilt coffee over one of the computers.”

Oh. So nothing you could help with then. You shuffled your feet sightly awkwardly, unsure how to move the conversation along. You didn’t have to worry, she seemed to sense it and moved it along for you.

“So, phones?”

“Oh, yes.” You sifted through your bag, pulling out your smashed up cell that you still had. “I really just want something like this?”

She eyed it up, wrinkling her nose. “Well that model is a few years old but I’m fairly certain I still have some in the back. Would you not want one of the newer releases?”

You really didn’t care how old the phone was. You’d got by long enough without one so all you really wanted was a way to be able to contact someone if anything went wrong. “If you have the same model that would be great.”

“Okay. I can do that. Give me two seconds… Oh! Did you need a new number or are you keeping the same sim card?”

Technically there was nothing wrong with the sim card you had and you were fairly certain that Spencer hadn’t cancelled the plan on it which still had a few months left to run. But did you want to risk seeing any messages from Derek, if there even were any? You weren’t sure which was worse; no messages or or a slew of them. You decided you didn’t want to find out. You told Penelope that you’d need a new sim, on a different cell provider to what you’d been on. She disappeared into the back, returning a few moments later with a box in hand.

Twenty minutes later and you were all set up, Penelope having gone the extra mile and charging the phone a little whilst she was setting up the plan for you. When she rung the purchase through the register it came to just under half the cash Spencer had given you. You handed it over and left the store feeling accomplished. You had driven here yourself and purchased a new phone, this was the start of new things. You walked back to your new car, your happiness sinking when you reached it.

When you’d parked, the spaces on each side of you had been empty. Now there were two cars there, both parked ridiculously close. You could get into the car but the angle you’d have to reverse out at was extremely awkward and you weren’t sure you were cut out for it.

After ten minutes of reversing and trying to turn out of the space, you were ready to cry. There was a row of cars behind you with the space between the rows large enough to drive through and to pull out into if you had the room to turn but you didn’t. You pulled back into the space ready to turn off the engine and just wait for the other car owners to return when you heard a light tapping on the back window. You looked behind to see a vaguely familiar face. Carefully, you slid back out of the car.

“You need some help? I’m parked in the row behind and can see you struggling. Those jackasses have parked way too close… Hey, do I know you?”

You realised he was Henry’s teacher and you racked your brains trying to think of the name Will had given you.

“I would love some help. I haven’t driven in a really long time and I just…. I’m ready to give up already. We’ve not actually met but you were at William Reid’s funeral the other day.”

The man smacked his palm to his forehead. “Yes that’s it! You’re Henry’s aunt right? I’m Luke, or Mr Alvez as Henry probably calls me. It’s nice to meet you properly.”

He held his hand out and you shook it, feeling how warm and soft it was. “I’m Y/N, and yes, I’m Henry’s aunt. We moved back into town recently.”

“Yeah I remember Henry’s mom saying. Well I hope you’re liking our town so far.”

You simultaneously shrugged and nodded, suddenly feeling extremely awkward.

“Well, you wanna hop back in and I’ll guide you out? Or I can drive it out if you keep an eye for me? It’s insane how terribly some people park.”

You really didn’t want to try again, just wanting to get home. “Would you mind driving it out for me? It really has been a while and I feel like my nerves are shot to pieces. Today’s the first time I’ve driven since high school.”

Luke looked surprised, his eyebrows shooting up his face. “And you’re driving alone? That’s brave.”

You shrugged again. “Spencer had things to do…. Apparently.” You cursed yourself for saying that last word, knowing exactly how it sounded.

“Well if you were my wife I would have …. Actually… Forget I started that sentence, let’s just get you back on the road.”

You were sure that if you were most people’s wife then you wouldn’t be driving alone for the first time in year’s but you didn’t say anything, simply moving aside.

“Just bang on the trunk if I’m close to hitting something okay. I think anyone would struggle out of this spot.” Luke squeezed into the driver’s seat and switched the engine back on and a few minutes later he was out. He hopped back out and grinned. “For a second there I didn’t think we’d get there but we did. You’re free to go!”.

You smiled back brightly, feeling a headache building behind your eyes. “Thank you so much. I think I would have been stuck here until they moved otherwise.”

“It’s no problem, happy to help. Now, it’s probably going to look like I’m following you but I actually live further outside of town than you do so if you look in your mirror and see me there, I’m not stalking you I promise.”

You were beginning to wonder how he even knew where you lived when you remember that Will had said that William had mentored Luke.

“Well just don’t honk when I’m driving bellow the speed limit. I feel like I’m driving like an eighty year old currently.”

He laughed, a deep gutteral laugh that sounded so warm and lovely to your ears. “I won’t honk, I’ll just curse you under my breath instead. You’ll be fine though, my cousin Penelope has one of these cars and she loves it. She’s a horrendous driver but she’s so far managed to navigate the roads and not harm anything. If she can do it then I have absolute faith that you can. You seem much more sensible than she is.”

You wondered if it was the same Penelope you’d just had the pleasure of meeting but decided not to ask. “Well thanks again Mr Alvez.”

“Luke, please. Only the six year olds that I teach call me Mr Alvez.”

You chuckled and thanked him for one more, using his first name this time. Climbing back into the seat you followed the instructions on the GPS, looking back every few minutes and seeing that Luke was indeed behind you. As you pulled into the driveway, he continued on past you, giving a quick wave as he did. You waved back feeling another smile spreading across your face.

Unlocking the front door you entered the Reid’s house, feeling slightly less like a prisoner now that you had a key and a way of getting around. The events in the car park really had given you a headache though, so you quickly set the phone to charge and texted Spencer your new number. Then you hunted down some advil and took to the couch, closing your eyes.

If you work alone, I bet no one mentioned to you that yesterday was Employee Appreciation Day 😒 So happy belated employee appreciation day to all my self-employed friends who work alone! You’re skills are improving ✔️ you’re getting better at being organized ✔️ and you’ve shown a willingness to learn new things ✔️. Sorry, we’re not doing bonuses this year, but you can continue to eat cookies all day and spend hours crafting motivational playlists on Spotify without ever looking over your shoulder, so there’s that 🙌 


Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Namjoon

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1,413

Summary:  Spy!AU - It’s been nine months since you last saw him. Nine months, since you last took a job. When he sends you a message though, how can you stay away?

For @vixxpirational - as part of @kpoptrashnetwork ‘s secret santa. Hope you enjoy, love!

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I work in a small local pizza store. There’s usually three people up front to answer calls and be cheerful to the customers, but the rest of us are behind a partial wall cooking food in giant ovens or grills or deep fryers.
Over the summers, when it’s 90 degrees without the ovens and we have no A/C, we also have a deal that if you pick up your orders on Wednesday you get two free toppings. So of course we get a million complicated orders on Wednesday and have to get everything done as fast as if they were fewer and less complicated.
One Wednesday a family comes to pick up their order and the mother decides to walk behind the wall and watch us hurrying around and trying to work as fast as possible. She then goes online and leaves a 2 star review saying “The food was good but not all the employees looked happy, only the people up front were smiling.” So of course the next day the owner comes in furious and says that no matter where you are on your shift you have to be smiling at all times, and he would be having the store manager check the footage to make sure everyone did it.
So now even when we’re getting grease burns and sprinting around a boiling kitchen we all have to be forcefully grinning the whole time because of this woman.

elreyhoseok  asked:

Girl, I need to have the elevator scene in Mr. Min POV or if not, the the MC arrival at the company banquet in Mr. Min POV!! Pull these heartstrings more 😩😍

You have waited so long for this!  How could I not deliver?

If Yoojung thought she was doing a good job of hiding her nervousness by physically dragging you into the elevator behind her then she was sadly mistaken. Yoongi gave her a contemptuous look as he entered the elevator and stood next to you but it wasn’t lost on him that Jeon stood on the other side of you, the three of you squashed in the too small space because the kid wouldn’t take the fucking hint and not stand so close. He could feel you shift uncomfortably, your shoulder brushed against his, and he wanted to snap at Jeon and ask him if he couldn’t see how uncomfortable he was making the entire situation but he knew he had no justification. Shouting about something so trivial would only draw more attention to the awkward tension between you and Yoongi and that was something he couldn’t afford.

He felt a bit like an idiot, truth be told. The black garment box was clutched to his side and his fingers gripped it a bit tighter than normal. What was he thinking by buying the lingerie? You had explicitly said you didn’t want him to buy you anything and it only then dawned on him that perhaps it was because you wanted Jeon to buy it instead. His stomach rolled and tightened with the thought though he tried to stubbornly push it from his mind.

The doors closed to the elevator and in the reflection of the metal he could see you staring at him with wide, intimidated eyes. He felt his eyes narrow in silent condemnation. He was aware of the heavy silence that filled the cramped elevator car, each passing second only serving to point out the tense nature of every member. “How’s the overtime coming, Jeon?” He had asked the question to the other man but kept his eyes on you. He noticed that you didn’t break his stare, your eyes locked in the reflection of the elevator door, and couldn’t deny that a part of his ego was boosted to see you so trained on him though the younger man was right next to you.

“It’s going well. We both worked diligently yesterday and I think we made some real headway. Hopefully we will finish before tonight,” Jeon said in a tight voice, one more controlled than his usual.

Yoongi struggled to keep a smirk from spreading across his face when you didn’t break eye contact with him. You were being so obedient and docile without putting up any kind of a fight, a far cry from your usual self. Part of what he liked most about you was, though you always relented and submitted, you often fought him for that control. You didn’t give into him easily like most women he came across. You were a walking, breathing contradiction and it secretly intrigued him. It was a bit like a hunt or a chase, one that he knew was stacked in his favor, but you were his prey nonetheless and not even cocky Jeon seemed to stand a chance if Yoongi was in the room. He took a deep sigh and relaxed his grip on the box of lingerie before he spoke. “Yes, it would be good if you both got some time to rest before work tomorrow.” Though he was certain you wouldn’t be getting much rest once he gave you the present.

“So, if we finish early today where would you like to go for dinner,” Jeon suddenly asked and immediately your eyes broke their stare with Yoongi. He, for his own part, was left to quickly catch his breath and control his face at the question. What dinner? Had you agreed to go to dinner with Jeon of all people? And in what capacity? A friendly and strictly platonic celebration of completing the overtime project or something more scandalous?

Yoongi’s eyes finally turned towards Jeon’s reflection only to see that the young man had been staring at him the entire time. He bit back the urge to say something, to keep you from answering the question, to keep himself from hearing any more about the dinner that he certainly didn’t care about and resigned himself to tighten his grip on the box again.

“Oh, I d-don’t care,” you mumbled.

“Now that’s not fair,” Jeon said and Yoongi could see the smirk on his face appear, a twitch of one end of his lips that spread slowly, before he finally pulled his eyes away from Yoongi and turned his head to stare at you. He nudged your shoulder which sent you into Yoongi’s side. He focused his attention on the door to the elevator, refused to look at you even when he saw you nod a silent apology to him out of the corner of his eye. All he could focus on was that although Jeon was smirking in his usual cocky manner, his jaw was tight and clenched. “I was the one who asked you on a date. I only think it’s fair if you choose where we go.”

The awkward silence descended on the four of you again as everyone waited for your answer for their own reasons. Yoongi tried to focus on the door and the smudged handprints that covered the reflective surface and certainly not on the way you looked up at Jeon with wide eyes and a parted mouth. He absolutely didn’t care that Jeon looked down at you with that same cocky grin that he was sure you and most women found attractive but just appeared sleazy to him. And he couldn’t have cared less about what your answer was. He was merely having trouble breathing because the air was so stuffy in the compartment.

“Uh, I g-guess I’ll see what I feel like later.”

So you wanted to go on a date with Jeon. That’s fine. It didn’t bother Yoongi at all. He was only vaguely aware of the slight crinkling sound the box of expensive lingerie made as his fist tightened around the edge.

“There’s nothing against that right, Mr. Min? I can’t remember seeing anything against two employees being involved romantically in the handbook when I started but, I figured, you would be able to tell me if there was something wrong with us dating.” Jeon’s annoying voice did little to mask the implication. Yoongi allowed his eyes to dart towards the younger man only to find that he was boldly staring back at him through the reflection, his lips still twitched into the same smug lopsided smile.

He forced himself to look away and straight ahead of himself. He studied his coat in the reflection, busied his free hand with straightening his collar, and spoke with a steady, calm, and entirely practiced voice. “The company has no problem with employees dating. But as mentioned before, it can’t affect your work. The moment I see either of you slacking, you’ll be written up.“ His eyes flickered towards your reflection for a brief second to be sure your attention was back on him. He wanted to be sure you understood him entirely. “After all, we want our employees happy. But the company must always be considered more important during work hours.”

“Absolutely. It’s not like we would run off to an empty office and have sex during work hours,” Jeon said in a near growl.

Well played. If there was any doubt that Jeon knew about your agreement with Yoongi it was clear now that he did. Yoongi felt his shoulders straighten and his heart stutter for a split second. Anyone knowing about the arrangement was dangerous. His mother had ears and eyes everywhere. All it would take is one disgruntled employee with a penchant for revenge to let the information slip. If his mother found out she would certainly interfere, possibly fire or blackmail you into doing her dirty work in order to keep your job or gain a promotion. It would be markedly worse though if the employee went to the media with stories of Yoongi sexually harassing his employees. The damage to the company reputation, not to mention that of his family’s, would be tremendous.

Gratefully the doors to the elevator opened and Yoongi slipped through them as quickly as possible. He could feel his blood boiling but mixed with it was a sickly nervous apprehension that swam in his gut. It wasn’t until later, slinked back in his desk chair and tapping a pen on his half finished work as he stared at your back while you worked, that he began to wonder if his anxiety wasn’t solely related to how being exposed would affect him. But worrying about your safety and well-being wasn’t something that he would do. It couldn’t be that.