SPILT COFFEE 01.
》pairing : kim seokjin x reader
》themes: angst ; suspense ; office / boss!seokjin AU
》chapters available : here
》status : on hold temporarily
Kim Seokjin hates spilt coffee; and he especially hates coffee spilt by you.
You keep your eyes trained on the abstract flower staining the somewhat pearl white tiles you stand upon, and while you continue to observe the flower as it transforms into an incorrigible mess, you can feel his condescending gaze fixed onto you, like a hawk monitoring it’s prey. It goes on like this for several seconds: you, staring at the spilt coffee; and him, staring at you – the human incarnation of the spilt coffee. You’re about certain he’s had just enough of you and you swallow your humiliation courteously, unsure of what to do. You play a game of improvised mental tennis, the ball bouncing between the courts of staying in the room to clean your clumsy production or swiftly exiting his office at once. As he continues to press his eyes into your skull, you realise you don’t win in any circumstance and so proceed to say, “Would you prefer I clean up or leave, Mr Kim?” and when he fails to respond you feel even more humiliated, because you’re trying your best to come off as dignified and respectful at the same time, but Kim Seokjin rips you of your dignity and juggles your capability to respect him like a ball on fire. When he continues to remain silent, long arms folded neatly over each other as he stands above you, you silently huff and turn to his desk for his box of tissues. Bent to the area of the white ground that’s stained with decaffeinated coffee, you run through the events that had transpired today at your new workplace.
When you were told two months ago that you were being promoted you were absolutely ecstatic. Your shared rent with Namjoon had always been manageable, but at the expense of many much-needed items such as pizza, bikini wax and Netflix subscriptions. With the extra cash you could save up to finally be legible to apply for a home loan and transport fees would work out. Hearing the income raise urged you to immediately agree. However, when you were told you would be transferring back to your previous branch you were not ecstatic the least bit. In fact, you were horrified to the core. Because that was the branch run by Seokjin, and Seokjin did not like you. He was the reason you had even transferred to another branch in the first place, and going back to him would be jumping straight into the lion’s den. You had immediately considered rejecting the offer, but for every reason not to go back, there were ten reasons pushing you into Seokjin’s playground. You needed the money, you were sick of Angie, your co-accountant and her peculiar manners and you had needed a more convenient place, closer to home as transport fees ate at least a quarter of your salary for the month. It was inevitable, you were going to be Seokjin and his teams accountant whether you liked it or not, and at that moment you were dreading it.
That morning you wake up a little earlier than usual, your mind is unsettled and your right leg jerks with nerves. Seated at the breakfast table you exercise your right arm in order to get what awaits you today off of your chest. There’s no pain any more, but it’s a struggle for you to grip onto items or even balance them in your palm. Three hours later you’re dressed and ready to go. You walk the distance as it’s a ten minute walk the most and realise that you’ve reached the building half an hour early.
The receptionist informs you about which floor you’re assigned to, which is obviously Seokjin’s branch and advances to tell you that the first thing you should do is meet the secretary of your floor before settling in. With a nod of your head, you make your way to the elevator. As you enter the lift, another girl steps in with you and you notice it is Yoori. A girl who works on the ground floor for a facial product company.
“Y/N?” She asks in bewilderment, not looking the least bit happy to see you.
“Yoori,” you greet with a smile that she eventually returns. There’s an awkward silence you’re confused as to how came into existence, considering you were both good acquaintances, but you try to break it by saying, “missed me?”
She nods far too enthusiastically and it scares you to an extent. The silence persists and you attempt to break it again.
“How is everyone on my floor doing?”
She glances at you slowly, seeming to take a while to put her thoughts in place. “They… Most of them have been retrenched.”
“What? Why?” You blurt out in horror. If they had been retrenched, why were you hired?
“Soekjin said he could manage with a maximum of twenty people.” Hearing his name sets a fire to the lower region of your stomach, but you grip yourself as she continues.
“Whoever wasn’t retrenched had grown a bit too annoyed with Seokjin, they said he had turned rather autocratic, they weren’t up for being controlled… so most left, and new employees were hired.” Yoori shifts uncomfortably as you both reach your floor.
As you step out you notice she does too. Ignoring your curiosity since she had always resided on the ground floor, you continue to further question her.
“Any ideas as to why they needed a new accountant?”
“Well the accountant that had been around for two years had gotten married and moved out of Seoul about three months ago, so Seokjin told me to find someone at leisure as they had to be reliable, I requested the downtown branch to send their accountant as I’d heard she was brilliant, I had no idea that it was you. I’m really sorry Y/N, if I had the slightest hint, I would have never sent for you.” Yoori looks at you in terror, breathing quite weirdly it concerns you. She had gone from casual to hysterical in seconds.
“It’s alright,” you mumble as you grip her hands. “Stop ranting, calm down and take deep breaths.”
But clearly, it isn’t alright. Neither for you or her, because Seokjin has no clue you are in the same building as him, and when he does find out, it won’t end pretty. “Y/N, he’s going to kill me, Seokjin will kill me,” she whispers.
At that moment you stare at her in pity and guilt. You were the reason for her plight. Seokjin was definitely going to kill her, because he hated you. He hated Y/N Y/L/N with all the hate he could manage to harbour. And there’s nothing you can do to help Yoori because while you are the cause of the problem, you can never become it’s solution, never.
“Well, he can’t fire you, so don’t- don’t worry about that. But whatever he decides to do, w-we’ll work around it.”
You had come off even more nervous than Yoori was and you felt like kicking yourself for not controlling your emotions.
“No, Y/N,” she whispers sadly, “you don’t understand.”
You’re about to ask what exactly it is that you don’t understand but before you can, many people rush into the floor. Some are chatting together whilst the rest sit in their respective cubicles. You notice that all of them are strangers and you do not know even one new employee. What rampage had Seokjin gone on two years ago?
Yoori wonders off further into the floor which makes you frown.
“Can I help you?” You turn around to see a man your age, leaning against a cubicle wall, mug of coffee in hand. He’s wearing a crisp white shirt with a silk black tie and his hair is a turbulent shade of dull green and black.
“Uhm, yeah, I guess,” you answer him, realising you needed to meet the sector’s secretary. “Can you take me to the secretary for this department?”
“Secretary?” The man asks more than states. He takes a sip of his beverage. “Well, I haven’t noticed any secretary around, but the boss has a P.A. Maybe she can help?”
“I think that’s her actually, the receptionist downstairs said secretary so…” You turn your hands in a weird circular motion, probably making yourself look like a complete fool.
The man vaguely smirks, probably just as weirded out as you are for just having a conversation over the word secretary and it’s synonym; personal assistant. Removing his left hand from his pocket, he signals you forward.
You follow him down a few hallways until you reach the P.A.’s office. Not bothering to knock, he opens the door and peeps in. He quickly pulls his head out of the doorway and looks at you.
“She’s not in yet, but take a seat, she’ll be here shortly.”
“Thank you,” you say curteously as you step in and he closes the door.
Taking a seat, you pull out your phone to see you have a missed call from Namjoon and immediately call him.
“Hey, Princess,” you hear his voice on the other end of the line.
“Hey, Joon,” you greet back.
“Mary wanted to wish you luck for your first day at work but you left early, here,” you hear some shuffling in the background and soon after a toddler’s voice fills your ear.
“Hey, baby!” You coo in happiness. She continues to mumble incoherent words as you laugh.
“Well, I have to get her washed up for day care, so talk to you later and all the luck! We love you!” Namjoon says shortly after.
“Thanks for the call, I appreciate it.”
You cut the call and look around the room, your left leg jerking once again, a regular habit. You continue analysing the room until a picture frame on the desk catches your attention. Picking it up you squint at the photo. Once you’ve registered the faces shown, your eyes widen in shock. It’s Yoori, standing behind a beautiful scenery of mountains and wild flowers, standing next to her is a familiar face, Seokjin. From the way his hands are placed on her hips to the way she rests her head on his broad shoulder, you figure out they’re now a couple.
“Wow…” You mutter as the door swiftly opens. You stand up to see Yoori at the door, tears staining her face.
“Yoori, I…” You mumble, unsure of what to do. She walks in and begins packing her belongings, which obviously frightens you, because it’s apparent Seokjin hates you more than he loves her.
“He moved me to the downtown branch,” she says sulking, “he said I should go to where you came from.”
“I’m so sorry, Yoori. He didn’t break up with you, did he?” You ask in concern, not wanting to deal with the guilt of ruining Yoori and Seokjin’s relationship.
She looks at you in confusion before glancing at the photo frame resting in your hands.
“No, he said we’ll talk at home, so not yet I suppose.” She picks up her handbag and whatever she could gather into a small box and heads for the door. “Seokjin would like to see you in his office,” she says before leaving the room.
You stand on unsteady legs as you stare at the door in shock. If Yoori, who was Seokjin’s girlfriend, couldn’t escape his wrath, what in heaven’s name was in store for you?
The young man from earlier walks in to the room and glances at you unsurely.
“Y/N?” He asks.
“Y-Yeah,” you breathily reply.
“Seokjin is calling for you, come on.” He signals you with his fingers once again and you force yourself to move.
The man constantly looks back at you in concern, noticing the anxiety emitting from you. He asks if all is good to which you nod your head. You soon both stop in front of a familiar room.
“Obviously I’m unaware of a few things, but considering Yoori was crying, I’m certain Seokjin isn’t in a good mood. So, if you need help, call for Yoongi, that’s me.”
He winks at you before smirking again and walks off to his cubicle hidden between several others.
Taking a deep breath and the Lord’s name, you open the door to Seokjin’s office and step in. You’re met with ice air and silence when you see him standing with his back faced to you, in front of a beautiful painting that has even you basking in it’s glory. You’re unsure as to whether it is an angel or a demon because despite being portrayed as evil, it emits nothing but purity. It’s stuck in an unsettling pose, surrounded by hues of purple, pink and peach. Turning your attention from the painting to him, you’re certain it’s another person. He’s dawning light pink hair and a formal shirt to match with black pants and shiny shoes. You can make out his silhouette easily but he feels completely different.
“I see you’re still an avid paint collector,” you say to make your presence known. He turns his head slightly before turning back to the painting, refusing to acknowledge you. “It’s a beautiful painting,” you try again.
You stay silent at that, a hundred thoughts flying through your head.
Me? Does he see me in the painting? Or did he paint it?
You wonder. Either way, it is you, because Seokjin believes you are a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and nothing can change his perspective.
You continue standing at the door as Seokjin walks to his desk and sits down.
“Take a seat, Y/N,” he orders, and you oblige.
He keeps his gaze glued to the wall behind you and yours is on your lap, staring at the design of your phone. It’s silent for an eternity, but you don’t mind, even though you’re internally unable to breathe.
“So due to Yoori’s carelessness, you’ve landed back here. But I must ask you, Y/N, was this the perfect opportunity for you to come back, or what?” He asks you as if he is speaking to a dog. He probably wouldn’t even talk to a dog in such a crude manner.
“It was the perfect opportunity for me to earn more money,” you rebuff.
He scoffs, something the Seokjin you knew would never do. When you finally look at him, you see him looking at you too.
“You do know I’m going to make your life a living hell, don’t you?”
You keep silent at that, both you and him knowing the answer to his question.
When you look at him carefully, you see how much he’s changed. He’s much paler, or that’s probably the effect of dawning light hair. He looks taller and more mature. There’s no glint in his eyes anymore and you notice a tattoo peaking through his shirt. He wasn’t the Jin you knew so well two years ago, he had changed.
“Stop with the rhetoric language Seokjin, it doesn’t suit you.” He laughs at your words and you roll your eyes.
“As you’re aware, I’ve transferred Yoori to downtown. Once she realises how much leeway she received here, her sorry ass will suffer for bringing you here.”
You’re flabbergasted at how rudely he speaks about the girl he loves in her absence, but you say nothing regarding it. He really had turned bitter.
“She didn’t know, Seokjin,” you say in a trembling voice.
“Well she ought to have known,” he spits back.
“And since I’m in dire need of a new P.A., it’s your job to find a suitable replacement at the earliest, and whilst doing so, you will serve as my temporary P.A.”
“I’m an accountant, I was hired to be an accountant,” you state, shaking your head. This wasn’t happening, you weren’t going to let it.
“And an accountant you’ll be, but you’ll be my personal assistant as well. You’ll be paid for both jobs, I’m not that cruel. But for you, it’s go hard or go home, Miss Y/L/N.”
When he says nothing more, you realise that this is really happening. He was really burdening you with two jobs at once. And if you complained, he’d find his way out of it, because he had his hatred to fuel him.
And that’s how you end up wiping the pretty white tiles of your pretty boss with his pretty tissues. Because you’re the personal assistant of Kim Seokjin, and boy was he already taking you for a ride.
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