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Severance - BTS OT7 CEO au Chapter 16

So did anybody guess what was on the news? I thought it was rather obvious (it’s getting harder and harder to find gifs I haven’t used)

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“Care to explain this Y/n,” Junmyeon says, reaching for the remote and pressing play.

You feel your world freeze, the newscasters lips moving but the thumping in your ears drowns her out. Footage after footage of your dates, the three maknaes and you at the airport, date stamped proving you played hooky, there was nothing you could say to disprove the videos, not when in every single one they steal a kiss.

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out, not even a breath goes in, you’re stuck. You don’t see anything but the screen where the secret you so desperately wanted to keep was aired out for the world to witness. You don’t see Jongin desperately texting Jimin under the desk, what you do see is the channel cut to a newscaster introducing the last woman you ever expected to see, the shock filling your lungs with air so fast it makes you dizzy. Your eyes sting with tears as she starts talking, was this karma? Was this the universe telling you you made the wrong choice, that you should never have fallen for them, that you were too greedy for their love. Was this the price, the consequences?

“I think she’s hyperventilating,” the voice sounds muffled, your ears feel like they're full of burning cotton but at least someone has the sense to turn the screen off. Baekhyun fills your vision instead, hands on your shoulders with worried eyes on your form.

“Cars coming to pick her up, back entrance,” you recognise it's Jongin that’s speaking but the word’s go over your head.

Someone hands you a tissue but you don’t register the gesture until you hear a sigh. Chanyeol gently wipes your tears away, the stern look on his face softening when you look up at him. The sound of the phone ringing sounds so distant, like it was at the end of the tunnel. Jongin answers it before handing it to Junmyeon.

“Namjoon,” he greets through the line, the sound of his tone cutting through the fog you were drowning in. Joonie, you wanted nothing more than to be buried in his arms away from all this, but he wasn’t here. Whatever he was saying though the line made your current boss stare at you with an accusation that didn’t budge.

“We need to get her out without any more commotion,” he says to the others stiffly after he cuts the call.

“I’ll sort out the employees,” Kyungsoo states walking out.

The silence that follows is palpable, the lead CEO breaks it with a sigh, and you know it’s due to the aftermath he would have to deal with because of your decisions. He moves to walk past you, but you grab his sleeve before he can. You try not to flinch under his stare, your hands trembling where they hold him.

“I’m so sorry,” you say as sincerely as you can through a hoarse whisper. He acknowledges your words with a nod before he leaves. You’re quickly ushered to the corridor by the others, the sight of them shielding you like your own personal bodyguards would make you chuckle on any other day, but you were still shaking like a leaf.

All that work, all those years of making something of yourself, all the sacrifices and it came to this. Your life exposed to the world in a way that would cause it ruin. Your future at e.xo was done, no other company would ever employ you, you could never go back to work for bangtan. Everything was gone.

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“Yeah we’re in the car, we got her out safe,” Seokjin says through the phone while Yoongi drives, his eyes glancing at you with worry.

A question Namjoon asks on the phone had Jin tensing, looking at you hesitantly. Is she okay?

“She’s not saying anything, she’s just shaking,” he sighs, he wanted to say more, how you were staring at the floor despondently, how when Jin tried to hold your hand to comfort you, you tensed and turned away.

The fear in their hearts that you regretted everything you had with them made Jin pull away, all he could do was be grateful they got to you before the media did, and in the tinted vehicle you were at least safe.

“It’s safe to go back to the mansion,” Jin tells Yoongi when he hangs up the call.

The drive is silent, they didn’t know what to say, everytime they tried the words died before they could form. Security was back in full force at their estate, running out any media outlet that tried to sneak close, their lawyers were having a field day. Not to mention the commotion at the office as they walked out, the whispers conjugated together so loud, not even Namjoon’s glare could silence them.

The gates open to the estate, and Yoongi can hear his heartbeat thumping faster and faster in his ears, it felt like they were coming to an impasse and there was no going back. The car slows to a stop, and as he kills the engine all they can do is stare at you.

Move. You had to move.

You could hear a faint commotion outside, the three maknaes running towards the car but a stern look from Yoongi stopped them in their tracks. Worry, anticipation, anxiety, no one knew exactly what concoction of emotions paralysed them, what made them hesitate to reach out to you.

“Kitten,” Yoongi starts softly, “you need to talk to us.”

That made you move, the door opening without a word in return. Your legs work against you, feeling like lead on twigs, a second away from collapsing. You couldn’t speak right now, your whole body felt empty and yet the weight of thoughts in your head made you need to bury it. You wanted your bed, you wanted to hide, and you wanted to be alone.

Yoongi shares a look with Jin, the hurt flashing between both of them at your rejection but they try not to take it to heart. You never wanted your relationship with them made public, not yet at least, you weren’t ready for the backlash, but now the choice was taken from you in the most heinous way.

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for you gently, a sadness in his eyes at the way you were walking with your head hanging low. Jimin holds him back, understanding better than anyone how you were feeling. He used to do the same, when something went wrong, when he made a mistake, he cut himself off from everyone, it would be a mistake to approach you until you were ready, until the voices in your head either broke you or quietened down.

The steps to the front door took so much energy from you, you didn’t think you had any left. You could feel them walking behind you at a distance, and yet it didn’t feel far enough or close enough. Something inside of you was tearing its way out and you didn’t know if you wanted to be embraced through it or to suffer it alone the way you had before so many times.

“Y/n,” Namjoon didn’t get the memo, he tries to embrace you but feels you stiffen against him, letting go immediately to look at your face with worry. “Baby girl, we'll fix this, okay? We-”

You push him away and he looks at you in shock, you didn’t want to hear it right now, you were barely holding yourself together. Voices were pounding inside of your head, the same repeated phrases over and over about how all your work was ruined, it was all for nothing, all your dreams, all your efforts. You couldn’t handle anything right now, you just needed your bed and to cry yourself to sleep alone.

“Y/n talk to me,” Namjoon says sternly, brows knitted at the way you didn’t even look at him.

He blocks your path when you try to walk past him, why didn’t he understand what you needed right now? You hear him sigh, as if his patience with you was wearing thin.

“Baby girl, you always do this,” he says, holding onto your shoulders to ground you, to keep you from leaving him. “You shut yourself down, you punish yourself, you push us away and then you break.”

“You can’t do that anymore sunshine,” Hoseok says standing beside you. “We’re in a relationship, we’re in this together, your pain is our pain Y/n.”

They watch you shake your head, bowing your head down so low as they hear the telltale sniffle that turns into a violent sob. Namjoon is quick to catch you in his arms, hushing your softly, stroking your hair until you calmed. All the while guilt ate him up, this was his fault, he could see it in all of their eyes as they watched you fall apart.

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The house was solemn and quiet, you had retreated upstairs to your room, Jimin staying beside you while you slept.

“We underestimated that bitch,” Yoongi breaks the silence with what they were all thinking. They’re all scattered around the living room, Jungkook sitting deep in thought on the headrest of the sofa, Yoongi on the seat beside him. Namjoon sat opposite them with Hoseok on the armrest, Jin pacing the room slowly while Taehyung sat on the floor with his face in his hands. The black face of the TV on the wall stared at them, taunting them with what it held inside. The face broadcasted alongside yours and theirs was one that they barely remembered, but she had the audacity to be interviewed by any news outlet desperate enough for a story. They didn’t want to turn on the TV and see her face.

“She signed an NDA,” Namjoon says, a headache forming, “we didn’t think she was going to be a problem.”

“That’s where arrogance gets us,” Jin scoffs.

“Flower worked so hard for so long,” Taehyung says quietly, mourning for you. They all knew it better than anyone.

“We’ll fix this,” Namjoon states, he wouldn’t rest until they did.

“Namjoon be real for a second,” Hoseok sighs, “we might not be able to fix it.”

“No company is going to take her without an agenda,” Jungkook pipes in stoically.

“Or without thinking she’s a corporate spy,” Jin agrees.

“We can’t control everyone and everything,” Hoseok finishes, patting the lead CEO on the shoulder sympathetically.

“And we definitely can’t ignore a problem away,” Yoongi scoffs, staring daggers into Namjoon.

“Let’s not start this now,” Jin warns, feeling Namjoon’s guilt from a mile away.

“What does he mean?” Jungkook asks, feeling confused.

“Namjoon’s been burning threats concerning us,” Yoongi continues accusatively.

“We never opened those letters,” Namjoon argues back, “we don’t know what they contained.”

“Well we know now,” Yoongi says mockingly. He hated when you were upset, the feeling made his own claws unsheath, ready to tear into anyone who was held responsible.

“We don’t know the two things are connected,” Hoseok tries to defend their lead.

“Don’t be stupid Hobi,” Yoongi seethes, “Kitten’s whole career has gone down the drain because of us, what the fuck is she going to do if she finds out?”

“You best hope she doesn’t,” Taehyung snapped, his earlier melancholy now fueled by fear.

“We can’t keep this from her,” Hoseok shakes his head, disregarding the point.

“She’ll hate us,” Jungkook states, terrified it would manifest before his eyes soon.

“She’ll be angry at us,” Jin corrects him, “but we have to tell her.”

“Not now, it’s too soon,” Namjoon says quickly, his own fear warping his judgement.

“You should’ve opened one fucking letter,” Yoongi can’t let it go, all of this could’ve been avoided if it wasn’t for Namjoon’s stupid stubbornness.

“What good is bringing that up now going to do?” Hoseok sighs again.

“We don’t know if it’s connected!” Namjoon yells exasperated. “What we do know is Shin Suran leaked the photos and the story, and she is going to fucking pay.”

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“So you’re saying the CEOs fired you because you threatened to expose their relationship to HR?” Solar, the newscaster asks her aghast.

“Honestly, I didn’t want to expose their… relationship,” she can’t hide the disgust in her voice at the word, “but I was concerned for Y/n’s wellbeing, I thought maybe they were holding her job over her head until I found out she was only entertaining them to climb the corporate ladder.”

Both anchors were shocked, the information sending them reeling.

“I mean what self respecting young woman would sell herself like that? Y/n was never a team player, or very good at her job but somehow she was always favoured by the CEO’s. It should have been obvious really.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of information to unpack Suran,” Solar says. “Aren’t you scared of the repercussions, these are the world’s business leads you’re going up against.”

“I only want to convey the truth,” Suran lies through her teeth. “It isn’t fair that the women who have worked hard and devoted themselves to Bangtan corporations are not appreciated or given the opportunities they deserve.”

“But Miss L/n left bangtan corporations,” the other anchor Hwasa finally speaks after having watched the little snake for so long. Something didn’t sit right with her and this woman’s sickly sweet attitude, it stank of deceit and she wasn’t blind to it.

“I have it on good information that she was sent to spy on the competition,” Suran’s eyes narrow, not liking her tone of voice.

“That’s a wild allegation,” Hwasa replies, every bit the professional. “I hope you have the evidence to back it up.”

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“Bangtan corporations are under serious investigation after allegations of corporate espionage came from their former employee…”

She smiles at the screen plating in front of her, the chaos unravelling in so many wonderful ways. The Sun was shining despite the winter air, how many interviews could she fit into one day? Many it seemed, and while the day was over there was always tomorrow to cause more havoc to your life. Now she would sit and bask in the TV light, watching all of her fire ignite.

She had only gotten cosy when the doorbell rang to her little flat, groaning as she went to the door to answer it.

“Shin Suran?”

The three piece suit should give away something serious was in the brown paper envelope in his hands but she couldn’t bring herself to show any respect to the figure. She sneered and rolled her eyes, this man might’ve looked intimidating but she was currently on a high from ruining your life, nothing was going to bring her power trip down.

“Wi HaJoon,” he continues in the absence of a greeting, handing her the envelope. “You’ve been served.”

“What?” That elicits a reaction out of her, for some reason she didn’t even contemplate there would be consequences for her actions, deluded into thinking she was untouchable.

“You’re being sued for stalking, defamation and breaking the nondisclosure agreement you signed.”

That wasn’t part of her plan, her jaw drops to the ground and she realises maybe she played her cards all wrong. In the violent web of wanting to destroy your life she didn’t realise all her defences were gone. Maybe he was right after all.

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When you wake up, the sun begins to set and Jimin’s warmth engulfs you. The feeling is comforting but fleeting, unfortunately real life problems don’t fade just because you’re in his arms. You wanted to bury yourself in his hold, have him take everything away until you were ready to deal with it. Jungkook’s favourite grey sweatshirt swallows you whole, his smell calming your senses, you try to focus on it when your mind tries to swim through the thoughts that wanted you to drown.

The door creaks open, two figures cautiously peaking in whispering to themselves. When Tae notices you’re awake he takes a seat beside you, caressing your cheek in his palm gently, his thumb soothing your skin. His eyes are downtrodden.

Jungkook kneels on the floor next to you, taking your hand in his and covering it with hard kisses, resting his cheek where they intertwined.

You try to get up but Jimin beside you grumbles in discontent, shuffling closer mumbling something under his breath without opening his eyes. A chaste kiss to your shoulder where the fabric hangs off your skin, lets you know he’s awake but refusing to let you go. The gesture brings a small but genuine smile to your face, one that turns into confusion as the commotion downstairs gets louder.

The younger two give each other knowing glances, one you don’t miss.

“What’s going on?” You ask, voice still hoarse from crying.

The hesitation in both of them fills you with dread. Did something else happen?

“They’re just trying to sort things out bunny,” Jungkook tries to reassure you, “it’s nothing to worry about.”

Despite Taehyung not wanting you to find out, something sickened him at the idea of keeping secrets from you. He knew how the truth always found its way out, and he knew if you didn’t hear it from them, it would have worse repercussions.

“Tae?” you could see a storm in his eyes, a battle between the loyalty to the others and his love for you.

“The hyungs…” he hesitates, Jimin now fully awake and sitting up at his deep uncertain tone.

Jungkook looks at him imploring him not to say it yet, it was going to be too much to deal with so soon after this morning. You grab Jimin’s arm, pulling yourself up closer to Taehyung who now avoided your gaze.

“Guys what’s going on?”

“I’ve been here with you,” Jimin mumbles half asleep, his hair a soft mess on his head.

“Kookie?” you turn to the youngest who bites his lips nervously, doe eyes begging you not to ask him.

“You’re worrying me,” your nerves were shot, the trauma from this morning making you beyond paranoid. What could be worse than this morning, what weren’t they telling you.

“Jimin, Jungkook and I didn’t know,” Taehyung starts slowly, not wanting to put his hyung’s under the bus but he wasn’t going to let them shoulder the blame when they were innocent. Plus when this was over he had a feeling you would ostracise the older four for a while, he couldn’t handle being a part of that.

“Didn’t know what?” you ask tentatively, urging him to continue.

“I still don’t know,” Jimin grumbles, getting annoyed with the suspense.

“Namjoon Hyung has been getting letters,” Jungkook says when Taehyung pauses for too long. He sighs, cursing the hyung’s for keeping this from you when he knew the betrayal would crush you.

“What letters?”

Something ticks in Jimin’s brain, his sleep filled eyes going wide with realisation. The other day in the office, when the hyung’s went solemn, it was to do with that?

“We think…” Taehyung tries not to stumble over his words, “they were threats, about you or us, but we don’t know because…”

Threats? You’re sent reeling, did Namjoon know this was coming? And he did nothing to warn you, or confide in you?

“Because what?” you breathe, your voice heavy, eyes watering as your thoughts ran away from you. Jimin places an arm around your shoulders, trying to soothe you.

“He burned the letters before he opened them,” Jungkook finishes, feeling a deep rooted shame for his favourite hyung, and for selling him out.

“Angel…”

Jimin calls after you as you throw the covers off of you, storming downstairs to confront the men hiding things from you.

“Sunshine-”

“You’ve been getting threats and you didn’t tell me?”

They startle at your accusation, as right as it was, the four of them confounded until the younger three stumble in behind you. All four hyungs glance at them disgruntled and disappointed, this was not the way to handle things, the thought was hypocritical but justified in their minds.

“You didn’t tell me?” Your teary eyes pierce Yoongi with so much sadness, of all of them you never expected him to keep it from you, and for some reason it stung the worst.

“Kitten,” he tries reaching out to you, a vulnerable edge to his voice. He would let you scratch and claw at him until you were satisfied, anything to keep you from looking at him like that again.

“Babygirl it’s my fault,” Namjoon sighs, taking the edge of his hyung and shouldering all the blame. “I told them not to.”

You turn back to him with anger in your eyes.

“Namjoon you’re the lead at work but that doesn’t make you the lead in this relationship,” you snap. “You had no right to keep this from me!”

“I know,” he says, his voice small.

“How long have you been getting these letters?” You ask and he hangs his head in shame.

“Months…” he replies, “since you left the company.”

You stare at him appalled and it wounds him.

“You have the gall to tell me how to behave in this relationship Kim Namjoon,” Your voice is strained through the onslaught of angry tears. “And you keep this from me?”

“I didn’t know what the letters said,” he says as an excuse, and he knows it’s a feeble one.

You shake your head in disbelief.

“I thought you of all people would get it Joonie,” the way your voice breaks cuts through him with shame. “You built everything from the ground up, I admired you long before I loved you. So how the hell could you play with my future like this?”

“Baby girl that was never my intention,” he begs you to understand him now, that he didn’t behave nonchalant with a potential threat, he thought he was doing what was best.

“It doesn’t matter what your intention was! There was a clear right and wrong, and you know it.”

He bows his head again, you were right, he disrespected you when he didn’t discuss the letters with you, you should’ve made the decision together as to what to do with them. But in his heart he thought he was protecting you, protecting your peace and happiness, but all of that was a bubble set to burst.

“We don’t know that it’s connected beautiful,” Jin steps in between you, speaking as softly as he can knowing you were full of rage and sorrow, but he watched Namjoon take the blow and needed to shield him a little.

“We don’t know that it’s not,” you argued back. “We have no way of knowing, because instead of talking to me about something unpleasant, you guys decided to bury it.”

“Sunshine, I get that you’re upset-” Hoseok tries but the look of incredulous shock shuts him up.

“Upset?” you repeat, the strain in your voice carrying tears. “Everything I worked for, all my dreams, are gone.”

It was a struggle to get out every word, having to take a breath between each one, but you were determined to.

“No company is going to employ me, even if they do I’ll be subjugated to whispers and isolation and we know how that worked out last time.”

You sniffle, wiping your nose and tears with your sleeve. You wanted to appear strong but you were breaking down, didn’t they understand what they had done? Didn’t they care? Or were they so comfortable in their gold seats so far above you they forgot about their struggles on the way there?

“I didn’t join your company to seduce you, I wanted to work hard and make something of myself, maybe start my own company one day, but all of that is gone.”

“Kitten,” Yoongi dares himself to try again, to console you even if you pushed him away. He walks over to you, remembering all the times you seeked him out for comfort. It used to confound the others, how Mr Stoic Stone was the one that you reached for, and even though it was unusual for him to step into those shoes, with you it came so naturally. He wanted to be the one you searched for when you needed soothing, he never wanted to lose that connection he built with you, ever. He knew it was a privilege, one he never took for granted.

He hates the way you look at him now, it breaks his heart, those watering eyes showing how truly hurt you were while you tried to control the trembling of your bottom lip, tried to look strong in front of him.

“Whatever you think is gone, we can rebuild,” he takes your face in his hands, kissing the top of your head softly before looking into your eyes. “I am so sorry for not telling you, but I promise you whatever dreams you had will come true. It's just going to suck for a while and that’s our fault.”

“We know better than anyone how hard you work sunshine,” Hoseok smiles at you sadly, regretting not telling you.

“If you want a company babygirl, we’ll get you a company,” Namjoon’s own voice thick with remorse. “Whatever you want.”

“There’s enough space in the office for another desk,” Jimin tries to lighten the mood with a teasing lilt to his voice, but he’s not joking at all. “No one would dare to whisper about our angel CEO.”

You shake your head, removing Yoongi’s hold on you. They didn’t get it. You’ve worked for everything you had, it was how you had always been. You didn’t want to be handed a title you didn’t earn, or have your powerful boyfriends buy positions for you.

“Why would that be such a bad idea, beautiful?” Jin asks softly. “You’re more than capable.”

“I don’t need anyone thinking I slept my way to the top,” you scoff.

“Who cares what other people think, Kitten?” Yoongi sighs. “No one can deny you deserve a CEO position.”

You shake your head again, breathes of humourless laughter escaping your lips. They really didn’t get it. It was so easy to say that when you were untouchable to people’s words.

“You guys made the decision by yourselves to keep this from me,” you state, not looking at them but to the ground. “My career has nothing to do with you, whatever happens next is my choice.”

“Kitten-”

“You don’t have the right Yoongi,” you try to keep the anger out of your voice. “None of you do right now. I need to figure this out alone.”

“Are you breaking up with us?” Jungkook asks in a panic, not moving from the doorway, he would block your exit, he would fall to his knees and beg you to stay.

“No,” you reassure him with a syllable. “I love you, I always will, I’m just angry right now.”

“And you have every right to be,” Namjoon agrees solemnly.

“I just have one last thing on my mind,” you frown, an obvious question was left unanswered.

You face Namjoon, knowing he would hold the answer.

��You destroyed the letters before opening them,” it’s not a question but it sounds like one.

He nods, wondering where you were going with this.

“So how did you know they were threats?”

He hesitates, trying to build up the courage to tell you how he knew exactly who they were from.

“The return address,” Jin answers for him. “It was from the penitentiary.”

The realisation hits you, and for some reason it makes the whole situation so much worse. The accusation in your eyes returns as you gaze at Namjoon. He knew exactly what he was dealing with when he got rid of those letters, and looking at you now he knew he would have to beg for your forgiveness.

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Bonus scene flashback:

Dear Kim Namjoon,

You haven’t responded to the last 6 letters I have sent, so either you’re not taking me seriously, or you haven’t read a single one. Both choices are not in anyone’s best interest, I don’t think you realise the situation you’ve put me in, I have nothing to lose.

The deadline is approaching for you to transfer the funds and secure my release. I am not spending years in jail because of your jealousy. Enclosed are copies of the images I will release to the media, I bet you’re wondering how I was able to get these when you locked me away.

It seems I’m not the only one you thought you could cross and toss away. For your sake, I hope you make the right choice.

I look forward to hearing from you,

Alexander Pettyfer

“They haven’t responded to a single one of your stupid letters, what makes you think they will now?” Suran scoffs at the news that he sent another.

“Just be patient,” he replies, the usually clean cut male looking rugged and rough. “We need something out of this other than just ruining their lives.”

“Look, the images I got are proof enough about what that whore is doing, I say we release them.”

“Not yet!” The rise in his voice gets the guards attention, and he takes a deep breath to calm down. Stupid woman didn’t know when to listen, it was unfortunate that he had to use her, although he should count his blessings the day she came and visited for the first time with an idea to take the CEOs down.

#thank you for reading and reblogging my lovely

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 16 days

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Sassy Yoongi is the best Yoongi for sure 🤣💜

Play - OT7 Ceo au Drabble part 5 / Hyung line focus

Caution: fluff and mean teasing ahead. Continuation from part 4 (takes place before part one) please let me know what you think, I still need to edit blush lol

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Namjoon, Hobi and Jin are busy when you walk into drop the papers on Yoongi’s desk, they still greet you fondly while working and you bow deeply taking your leave. You don’t take a step out of the office when a hand comes across the door frame stopping you in your tracks.

Yoongi hides the mischief under his own skin better than the youngest CEOs but you can still see a glint of it as he smirks at you like you’ve been caught red handed. Well you had mere moments ago and you were hoping he wasn’t going to bring it up, seems like you were wrong.

“Did you have fun Kitten?” He saunters forward and you take a step back, why were these men hell bent on killing you today.

“Fun?” Hobi looks up from his paperwork and frowns questioningly at you.

Yoongi’s smirk grows wider as your mouth opens like a fish out of water, unable to speak a word as the heat in your cheeks returns with revenge. He gives you a fake look of pity at the pleading look in your eyes, did he feel cruel? A little, but why should the maknaes have all the fun?

You remember a time when he used to be stoic and mysterious, a time when he didn’t really used to speak to you unless it was work related, a time before you broke down his barriers and released this monster that loved to tease and torture you. What would it take to go back before you unleashed Min Yoongi from his shell to save you from this moment? He was as bad as Jimin, he just hid it better.

“Sunshine?” Hobi asks again after you don’t answer, and you narrow your eyes at his friend in distaste. You cannot believe the audacity of Min Yoongi.

“Cat got your tongue Y/n?” He looks pleased with himself, his gummy teeth on show, arms crossed and waiting. Damn these men if they think you were going to go down without a fight, this kitten’s got claws.

“I had lunch with Tae, Jiminie and Kookie,” you turn back and smile at Hobi, “I hope that’s okay.”

Hoseok arches his eyebrow in question to the man almost laughing behind you, why was this being brought up, it didn’t sound like a big deal. Jin and Namjoon also look confused but don’t look up from their papers, listening to the conversation instead.

Yoongi scoffs at your answer, “that’s not what it looked like to me.”

Namjoon could hear the jealousy in his tone even though he masked it up well, now he was interested.

“What did it look like beautiful girl?” Jin asks curiously.

Damn Min Yoongi to hell! You turn back to scowl at him, and he tries to stop the laugh at how cute his kitten looked when she was pissed at him. He crosses his arms expectedly, not uttering a word to save you. How on Earth were you meant to explain what happened when you couldn’t make sense of it yourself!

“I-I umm, I-I don’t know what it must’ve looked like,” you stutter out, “the guys were just...”

But remembering their touches and sultry gazes was bringing more heat up to the surface of your skin, you bite your lip and no one misses the action.

“... checking up on me?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Jungkook was massaging Kitten’s back while Taehyung was feeding her strawberries and who knows what Park Jimin was doing but knowing him he probably orchestrated the whole thing.”

You wanted to die on the spot, it didn’t sound that bad but these were your bosses and you were their employee this was beyond unprofessional. Why was Yoongi doing this to you!

Namjoon raised his eyebrow with a mix of shock and more questions. Jin and Hoseok tried to hide their smirks knowing full well what the younger CEOs were like and what games they liked to play with you, considering the fact they were the ones to come up with them.

Maybe if you prayed really hard the ground would open up swallow you whole.

“Really beautiful girl?” Jin’s thick lips were spread into a smile that made your knees shake, why were all seven of them so unknowingly sexy? “Why were they doing that?”

What was this? An interrogation? Your brain still hasn’t caught up with the events of earlier today, you’d love to know why yourself. Yoongi doesn’t help you out this time, watching you flounder was much more fun, sadistic asshole that he was.

“Are you not feeling too good Sunshine?” The care in his voice didn’t match the look on his face, it was almost mocking. Hobi’s pout was lethal, cute but teasing, and you didn’t know whether he was genuinely concerned or picking on you.

“Did they make you uncomfortable baby girl?” Anyone else would hear the irony as he uttered the pet name but you paid no attention to it as you shook your head in answer, suddenly finding the words to defend the three absentee CEOs to save them from the wrath of Kim Namjoon.

“No we’re friends right? They were just messing around, I didn’t take it too seriously, you know what they’re like,” you stop yourself rambling on, squeezing your lips shut with your teeth.

“Friends?” Namjoon tries to conceal the disappointment tn in his tone, a single eye brow raising and you take it the wrong way.

“No, not friends, I mean I know you’re all my bosses it’s just you’re all so nice I guess I just thought of you all as friends but I know my boundaries Kim depyunim, I respect all my bosses.”

He sighs, “call me Namjoon, Y/n.”

Or Joonie or Namjoonie like you did when you were in a really good mood and forgot all about how to address him correctly, he loved it when you pushed professional boundaries and gave them a Nickname, he knew how much you loved yours whether you admitted to them or yourself or not.

“I don’t think that’s fair beautiful girl,” Jin pouted, “they got to comfort you and we didn’t.”

That was the moment your brain decided to shut down completely, it was already on its way out and it decided to leave your body, heart and soul to the mercy of four gorgeous men. You nearly jump at the hands wrapping around your waist from behind, a sigh from Yoongi behind you as he presses himself against your back, head resting against your own as if he was getting ready to sleep like this.

“Did I give you too much work Kitten?” He said with concern. Where your brain failed your heart was going into overdrive to compensate. He’s holding you so close you can’t breathe and you wonder if your lungs are going to fail on you too.

“N-no Min depyunim, i-it was fine I-I, I just got distracted.”

There’s a sound of disapproval vibrating through him to you and you feel it through his body.

“Why are those three ‘Tae, Jiminie and Kookie” and we’re so formally called sir, depyunim, and Mr?” The jealousy he was hiding in his tone before was clear in his voice now, annoyance coming out before he could think his words through. “Are you not as close to us Kitten?”

You bit back the voice that wanted to say look at how close you are now but you think you’ve made him upset so you don’t. How could they doubt how much you cared about them or how close you felt to them? Do you ever let anyone else do this shit to you!

“They’re younger than me, you guys are older I just naturally have more respect for you that’s all,” you try and explain.

“I thought we were all friends Sunshine?” Hobi’s tone is more serious than you’re used to and internally you panic that maybe you have actually upset them.

“I think you need to make it up to us,” Jin chimes in with his own more stern demeanour.

“M-m-make it up to you...” you’re too intimidated to ask how, you’ll know it’ll unlock too many scenarios in your head that you’d have to hide from showing on your face. Save it for home Y/n.

Yoongi nuzzles against you to remind you he’s there as if you could forget with how you can feel every part of him. They all wonder how the youngest of them can tease you without it being torture for themselves, Namjoon has to grip his desk at the breathy look on your face as you’re melded into the man behind you.

“I think you should ignore those meddling three and give us all your attention today,” Hobi suggests.

“Treat us with affection for a change,” Jin agrees. “More affection than you give them.”

The command is clear in his voice even though he says it lightheartedly, you were soft for the maknaes, it was their turn now.

“Affection...?” You beg your brain to restart and help you out, your legs feel like jelly and you’re sure you’re dying with how your body is failing you.

“Hold us, hug us, I’ve seen you kiss Taehyung on the cheek,” Yoongi whispers into your ear.

“That was a bet! Jimin made m-”

“Tsk sounds like excuses baby girl,” Namjoon narrows his eyes at you warningly. “You could just admit you’re not as comfortable with us as you are with them, we won’t take it personally.”

How do you explain that you do feel comfortable with them, too comfortable for it to be appropriate, that you love the attention they give you but are so afraid of giving it back in case you cross a line you can’t see. You could lose yourself in how much affection you want to give them so you keep a tight reign on your urges. But if they want you too...

“What if I take it too far?” Your voice is small and full of doubt.

“You won’t Sunshine, but we’ll tell you if you do,” Hobi smiles endearingly at you.

“Maybe we should have safe word?” Jin’s eyebrows wiggle suggestively and you pray no ones listening to this conversation.

“Lets do traffic lights,” Hobi sounds excited and Yoongi snickers into your hair at how the situation is escalating.

“What do you say baby girl?” The grin on their faces was all the reassurance you needed, they wait with baited breath for your answer.

You smile back brightly, “green.”

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You could feel the glares Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook were giving you. You were still in their office sitting next to Namjoon, both of you looking at his laptop. That was absolutely fine in their eyes, but why were you leaning in so close to the lead CEO.

You hadn’t said a word to the three much to their annoyance, the hyungs didn’t answer their questioning gazes but from the Cheshire grins on their faces it didn’t take a genius to figure out they had a hand in this.

“Do you think we went too far?” Jungkook whispers under his breath to Jimin as they both sat at their desks.

Jimin doesn’t take his eyes off your form and shakes his head, he could tell from the smug look on Yoongi’s face that he was the mastermind or perpetrator behind your new behaviour. If you really were angry with them you’d ignore them with confidence but the way you looked at Namjoon for reassurance told him something else. This was petty revenge, and the knowledge that you were going along with it irritates him to no end.

Taehyung tried every thing to get your attention, he was still adamantly standing in front of you and Namjoon pouting sadly at you, but you couldn’t look at him or you’d break, plus the firm hand on your thigh under the desk was also reminding you of your promise. You couldn’t win either way, you were literally in the middle of this childish game thinking you were the player both teams wanted, not realising you were the prize.

“Flower please look at me,” Taehyung could melt ice with his voice, he could command the Earth to stand still and it would for this beautiful man, who could deny him? You were struggling. “Are you not my good girl anymore?”

Namjoon’s fingers squeezed your leg harder knowing that Taehyung was playing dirty with your pet names. He could see your resolve breaking and he had to do something quick, they had to win this one.

He looks away from his laptop and stared longingly at you until you turned to meet his gaze, he gave you his best dimples, the only weapon that would strike Taehyung efforts down. The instant you saw the deep indentations on his cheeks you couldn’t help but smile back, the younger man in front of you both dropped his jaw defeated. It was like he didn’t exist and he really didn’t like that.

You notice a strand of hair not jelled back by Namjoon’s ear not even thinking when you push it back with your fingers, you’re so close... Namjoon’s breath hitches in his throat when he feels the warmth of you on his skin, you lean you arm onto him as your hand strokes his hair, not realising you were moving closer still eyes on his features and how sculpted his face looks. He’s so beautiful, you’ve never seen him so close. You let out a pleased hum forgetting about the predicament you were currently in.

“Joonie you’re so handsome,” you say absentmindedly and the rest of the room turns too quiet. He tries to swallow his sudden nerves, tries to stop the shy smile that takes over his features as he looks down away from you, dimples still intact. The rest of the CEOs watch their fearless leader turn to mush at one compliment from you, if their rivals could see him now.

The silence is broken by a scoff from the oldest of the maknaes and your reflexes have you meeting his narrowed displeased gaze... oops.

“Kitten I’m getting a headache,” Namjoon half resents Yoongi for taking you away from him, and half wants to thank him because he’s forgotten how to breathe with you so close. You stride over to the shortest of the CEOs who leans back in his chair with his eyes closed in pain. You don’t hesitate to stand behind him fingers on his forehead, gently massaging his temples. The groan of pain and pleasure leaves his lips as your hands go to work.

“Noona I’ve got a stomach ache,” Jungkook tries with the most pathetic voice he can muster. For your attention he could become the worlds greatest actor. You have to consciously cement your feet where they are to not run over to him too, you clench your jaw as you ignore the pained expression on the Maknae’s face.

“Wow Y/n’s so mean,” Jimin plays into his habit of talking about someone as if they’re not there. “She really is ignoring us after we took time out of our busy schedule to make sure she was alright.”

You bite your lip, you bite your tongue, the guilt was already getting too much, you look at Hobi pleadingly but he shakes his head knowing what your eyes were asking. You had to prove to them they meant as much to you as the youngest three did, but did it have to hurt so much, they all had your heart why did you have to play piggy in the middle over it.

The man under the ministrations of your fingers let out an exaggerated moan to grab your wavering attention.

“Kitten it really hurts,” he pouts up at you, you want to coo at how adorable he looks, if your colleagues could see the ‘stone’ man now.

“Kiss it better.” It’s not an option, you can see the daring glint in his eyes as he opens them to watch your reaction. Your fingers stop all movement and you look surprised but not uncomfortable. This you would expect from Park Jimin, but he would have to whine and fuss until you even thought about giving in, so you can imagine his displeasure and aggravation when you don’t put up a fight against Yoongi. Even Yoongi is shocked when you lean down to press your lips against his forehead, the sound of your kiss heard by every ear in the room.

“Better Sweetie?” You ask smiling. The gummy teeth are on show as he nods softly at you, unable to speak a word. He fights the shudder of delight that courses through his body, you purposefully gave him a kiss.

Sweetie? Did you seriously call Min Yoongi Sweetie?! Jimin seethes from across the room, jaw clenched and foot fidgeting under the table at the audacity of it all. You hadn’t called him Mochi since last years office party and he begged you to call him that, now you were giving the rest of them adorable nicknames?

Hobi lets out a big dramatic sigh, it didn’t matter how much of your attention he wanted he was a terrible actor, but he knew he didn’t have to be excellent at the skill, you’d play along anyway. It’s the adorable puppy dog eyes he gives you that has you rushing over to him as he types away at his laptop. You stand behind his desk chair and lean down to hug him while he worked, arms crossed across his shoulders, cheek leaning against the side of his head. They demanded affection, who were you to deny it.

“You’re such an Angel Y/n,” Hoseok says purposefully emphasising on Jimin’s pet name for you, knowing it would set him off. Call it silly but they were all territorial over their names for you, so this was a devastating low blow.

“Hyung!” Jimin calls out accusingly, but Hobi only snickers. He’d make it up to him another time.

“She really is a good girl,” Jin joins in smugly, as Taehyung looks at him in exasperation from where he’s now sat at his own desk. You were fun to tease but with you on their side during this game, the Maknaes were the next targets.

It’s Jin’s turn to make a noise of faux sadness, if you werent currently making a show with them you would’ve thought it was real.

“Beautiful girl do you think my face looks really puffy today?” He asks you with exaggerated tone. “I don’t feel very beautiful today.”

It’s your turn to bring out the acting skills as you let out an equally exaggerated gasp, starting to enjoy the role you’ve been playing since it gave you an excuse to get closer to the 4 you felt like you had distinct professional lines with.

“Jinnie don’t say that,” you frown disapprovingly, leaving the comfort of Hobi to cup the face of the oldest of the CEOs with both your hands, making him look up at you. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Really?” His tone is laced with amusement from the scene youre improvising with him, you can see it in the way he smiles.

“Sometimes when I’m working and you walk past, my mind goes blank because it can’t handle how good looking you are,” it’s a genuine confession disguised as a compliment. He starts chuckling but his ears go red from how affected he is by your words, he knows he’s good looking but hearing it from you made it mean more. You noticed, he didn’t care about the rest of the world.

“You’re pretty too Y/n,” he flirts back and it brings out a wider smile from you. “Cute as a bunny.”

“That’s it!”

They expected Taehyung or Jimin to break first, but it’s Jungkook that rises from his chair abruptly with a dark look over his features and his jaw clenched hard. His desk is closest to Jin’s so it doesn’t take him a second to reach you and tear you away from the oldest, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks out of the office with you, caution thrown to the wind. You’re too shocked to say a word but you tell yourself it’s the blood rushing to your head that’s making your cheeks feel so hot.

Thank heavens it was past 5 and no one else except the cleaners were in the building.

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There’s been a chapter idea for the CEO story I’ve been wanting to do since I wrote chapter 5, (so over two/three years ago) and I have finally started writing it! It’s gonna be a flashback bonus chapter 💜 and imma try my best to make it good 😤

#let’s file this under rants and rambles #or updates I guess #I’m excited #three years I’ve waited (in Azkaban) 💀🪄

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