A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 19)
Chapter 19 - Some truth
Word count: 4.8k words
Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.
A/N: Hi~ Chapter 19 is here, yay! Hope you all enjoy this one 🧡
The next day came along, and as usual, you arrived at work early since you were still hoping that maybe the staff that you should be tutoring might come and see you today.
And so, just like yesterday, you waited in your seat in the meeting room on that 4th floor that you’ve been assigned to.
As you were staring into space, a familiar figure entered the doorframe.
“Oh my god look at you…” the voice said, startling you.
You turned to look at the owner of the voice—you rolled your eyes the moment you saw who it was.
“Chani, what are you doing here,”
Chani leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms against his chest and smirked at you, “I just wanted to see how you’re doing today. You seemed really down yesterday so I expected you to be all mopey or I don’t know, maybe laying on the floor and crying but nope! You seem fine,”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Ha ha,” you laughed sarcastically. “I’m not that dramatic. Besides, they’ll show up today! I just know it!” you said in a very motivated tone.
This earned a laugh from Chani. “Okay y/n. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?”
You smiled a little at him. “Sure.”
“Okay then,” he said as he clapped his hands once. “I better get going, my group leader is kind of strict so, I’ll see you at lunch?”
You nodded at him. “Bye, Chani.”
“Bye,” he said. He closed the door behind him and once again you were left alone in the quiet room.
*
That very same day, as usual, the Treasure boys were practicing for their choreography.
Their practice room was filled with the sound of shoes screeching and the members counting along their steps together.
After running the full choreography of their song three times, the leaders called out to their members to take a break.
“Ahhh I love the cold floor!” Yedam said as he laid down on the cold floor.
Jeongwoo crawled up towards him and laid down closely beside him, his eyes slowly closing.
“Good job, everyone! Everyone’s dance move was very accurate! If we keep it up like this, we’ll have a very sharp formation too, soon,” Hyunsuk praised his members as he held onto his water bottle in his hand.
Jihoon, who was beside him, wiped his own sweat off with a small towel he brought from home. “Yup! You all did very great today. Especially Kim Junkyu,” he said as he smiled.
Junkyu, who was sitting on the floor next to Doyoung, looked at his friend in confusion. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. You seemed really…energetic today,” Jihoon said to him.
“Thank you?” Junkyu responded, still confused.
“Hyung! Can we go get ice cream today?” Yoshi asked as he raised his hand.
Suddenly the whole room started making noise, supporting Yoshi’s idea. Some ice cream after a great practice sounded really good to them at the moment.
“Hush hushh,” Hyunsuk shushed the kids as he waved his hands in the air, signalling them to calm down. When the whole room quieted down, Hyunsuk turned to look at their other leader beside him. “What do you think?”
Jihoon smiled at the rest of them, his usual bright smile, “Hmm, I guess we deserve some ice cream…”
“YAYYYYYY” the maknae line started jumping around the room, high-fiving each other, all excited that their hyungs are going to treat them with some ice cream today.
“Okay, okay but calm down!” Jihoon said. “Is there anything else you all want today? My treat.” He added, making all of their members in the room more excited, including Hyunsuk.
“Burgers!! Hyung, can we have burgers for lunch today??” Junghwan’s voice shouted amongst his other hyungs who were talking in the room.
“Okay okay! Okay, listen up everyone!” Jihoon said again, ordering them to calm down. Even though his tone was firm, his face still showed his warm smile since he was happy to see his kids all excited.
“Okay,” he said once the room quieted down again. “So today, I’ll get us some ice cream and burgers,”
“YAYYYYYY” the boys cheered happily.
“BUT—” Jihoon said, implying to them that he still has more to say.
“Shh, shh! Let Jihoon finish talking y’all,” Hyunsuk said, shushing them this time.
“Thanks, hyung,”
Hyunsuk smiled at him.
“As I was saying, I’ll buy all those stuffs but—let’s play a game to decide who gets to help receive the food at the building’s front lobby downstairs,” he grinned.
“Aw man! I knew Jihoon-hyung wouldn’t be this generous without another scheme in his head,” Jaehyuk groaned.
*
YG Building (Front Lobby)
“How long until the deliveryman arrives?” Junkyu asked Yedam who was holding onto Jihoon’s phone in his hand.
“Hyung, it’s only been 2 minutes since you last asked this. And just like 2 minutes before, the deliveryman is still a block away,” Yedam reminded his hyung.
Asahi, who had lost in the game earlier as well, kept quiet beside the two boys.
Junkyu lets out a whine. “I don’t get why we are the ones who lost in that game. That game’s stupid,”
Yedam chuckled at him, “Hyung, the three of us were unlucky because we drew out Jihoon-hyung’s name for the arm-wrestle match. It would have been easier if we got Haruto or Asahi-hyung,”
“Hey, I’m right here,” Asahi said, breaking the silence he had been holding onto since they lost the game earlier.
Yedam wrapped an arm around his hyung, “Exactly! You’re here because we all lost against Jihoon-hyung,”
This earned a small chuckle from Asahi, his dimple showing.
Suddenly, Jihoon’s phone vibrated, a call coming in.
“Hyung, hyung! Someone’s calling!” Yedam panicked as he held out the phone towards Asahi and Junkyu.
Both Junkyu and Asahi exchanged looks with each other.
“You answer it, Asahi!” Junkyu said as he pushed the phone into Asahi’s hands.
“Are you kidding me? I’m Japanese!” Asahi said as he pushed the phone back into Junkyu’s hands.
“Eyy don’t give me that reason! I’ve heard you talk to Jaehyuk-hyung on the phone that time when he kept calling you every day when you were in Japan. Your Korean was fine,”
“Okay but still, you answer the phone,” Asahi pointed at the vibrating phone in Junkyu’s hands.
“Noooo I’m an introvert! You should know I don’t like answering strangers’ phonecalls,” Junkyu reasoned.
“I’m an introvert too! I’m only 3% extrovert!” Asahi argued back.
At this point, Yedam was too worried that they might miss out on an important call, so while his hyungs were busy arguing about who was the most introverted amongst them both, Yedam hurriedly snatched the phone from Junkyu’s hands and answered it.
Phonecall Conversation:
Yedam: Hello?
Caller: Hello? Mr Park Jihoon? Sorry for bothering you, but we are from S&S Closets.
Yedam: Uhh, I uh--
Caller: I’m just calling to confirm with you if you have received your parcel yesterday.
Yedam: Oh, that. Parcel??
Caller: Yes, our delivery staff said that a person named Park Jeongwoo helped sign the package off for you yesterday.
Yedam: Ah, Jeongwoo! Ah yes, yes, that’s our friend. In that case, yes, the package was delivered safely to my side.
Caller: Alright then. Don’t forget to rate our product and service at our website! Thank you and have a nice day!
-Call ends-
Yedam stared at the phone confusedly after the call ended.
Junkyu and Asahi on the other hand, were no longer arguing since Yedam had chosen to answer the call for them.
“Who was it?” Junkyu asked.
Yedam shrugged, “I’m not really sure either, some company called S&S Closets? I guess Jihoon-hyung ordered something from them?”
“Oh? Jihoon-hyung ordered a closet?? That’s random,” Junkyu said, his face showing a thinking expression with his lips slightly pouting.
“Yeah, I guess that is kind of random,” Yedam said.
“That’s not it. S&S Closets is a Japanese clothing line company. My mum usually buys my sister some outfits from that site too,” Asahi explained.
“Ahh, I see.”
“Oh? Then what could Jihoon-hyung have bought from there??” Yedam questioned.
“I don’t know. I just know that it sells woman’s clothings,”
The three of them fell silent.
“Hey…do you guys think…Jihoon-hyung…” Yedam said slowly,
“What? What is it?” Junkyu prodded him, curious to know what Yedam might be guessing now.
“Do you guys think Jihoon-hyung has bought his Halloween costume for this year?? He bought Elsa last year, didn’t he??”
Asahi shook his head in disbelief, since he knows that the specific clothing line his mum used to buy doesn’t sell costumes.
“I don’t think so. That company doesn’t make costumes,”
Junkyu gasped out loud. “Then, what did he buy from there??”
“I guess we’ll just have to ask him later. For now, let’s get our foods first,” Yedam said as he showed the indicator on Jihoon’s phone. “The deliveryman is close by now.”
*
Lunchtime arrived and so you decided to just leave your meeting room, with a disappointed look on your face considering again today, none of the staff had visited your session. At this point you had already given up on the hopes that these people might even come see you after today.
Grabbing your bag, you exited the meeting room, making sure you closed the door behind you.
You walked up towards the elevators, wanting to head towards the cafeteria and probably just meeting Chani at your usual lunch spot.
As the elevator reached your floor, you entered it and pressed the button leading to the cafeteria floor.
It wasn’t long until you heard the elevator’s ding!
You were about to step out of the elevator when you heard a voice saying “Hold the elevator! Our hands are full!”
Feeling panicked because you were the only person in the specific elevator, you hurriedly backed yourself into the elevator and pressed the “open doors” button.
Three guys entered the space beside you, all gasping from the running they did just to simply catch up with the elevator.
“Oh? You guys!” You said, as you noticed that the three boys were none other than your own friends.
Yedam raised his head from his panting and turned to see who it was that had greeted them.
“Y/n!” Yedam exclaimed happily.
This made Asahi and Junkyu immediately turning to look at you as well.
You smiled at them and pointed at the paper bags in their hands, “Delivery?”
“Yup, Jihoon-hyung is treating us today,” Yedam answered.
“Nice.” You said as you nod.
“Aren’t you gonna close the doors?” Yedam asked, noticing that your finger never left the “open doors” button.
“Oh! Oh gosh, I was heading out just now,” you said as you pulled away your finger from the button.
The door started closing and by the time you realised the elevator was already moving, you panicked on your own, “Wait, oh my god I was supposed to exit the elevators BEFORE the door closes ahh!”
Yedam, Junkyu and Asahi smiled apologetically as they watched you make your careless mistake right in front of them.
You were too embarrassed to face them now, knowing that you had acted like a fool in front of them so you just kept quiet while you stared down at your feet as the elevator brings the four of you to the 3rd floor.
When you all reached the 3rd floor, you pressed on the “open doors” button for them as you watched them all exit the elevator.
You noticed that Asahi was struggling with his heavy-looking paper bag, so you asked him, “Hey, Asahi. Do you need help with that? You look like you’re having a hard time with that,”
Asahi, who was already right outside the elevator doors, turned to look at you. And then he stared down at the paper bag in his hands. He glanced over towards Junkyu and Yedam who were a few steps in front of him, both waiting for him.
“Uh, sure. I could use some help,” Asahi said.
With that, you stepped out of the elevator, letting the doors close behind you.
“Here, let me help you carry that,”
Asahi moved away from you, making you stare at him in confusion.
“Asahi?? You said you needed help, I’m here to help,” you said to him.
Asahi ignored you and started jogging towards his two friends in front. The moment he reached them, the both of them too, gave him a confused look.
“Oh my god, why did you run off??” you said as you reached their spot as well, slightly huffing since you chased after him in your work heels.
“Hyung, is everything okay?” Yedam asked him, slightly worried.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Asahi turned to you, as if he hadn’t made you chase after him earlier, and said “Oh right, y/n, you wanted to help, right? Could you help Junkyu-hyung? His bag was the heaviest.”
“Ah? Yeah sure, I mean, you could’ve just said so instead of making me chase after you, you know—”
You hadn’t finish your sentence when you noticed that Asahi wasn’t listening to you at all. Instead, he was already dragging Yedam with him to head towards their practice room, leaving you and Junkyu behind them.
Junkyu and you exchanged glances with each other.
“I…I wasn’t done talking,” you said.
“That’s Asahi. No surprises there. I can never figure out what’s in his mind, honestly,” Junkyu responded.
“Yeah I guess…”
You held out your hands to Junkyu, to which he raised his eyebrows at since he wasn’t sure what you were doing.
“Let me help.” You said, your hands still waiting for him to give you one of the paper bags he was holding.
“Oh. H-here,” he said as he pushed one bag into your hands.
The both of you walked side by side, at a relaxed pace since you both figured out that it was impossible to catch up after Asahi and Yedam by now.
“I honestly thought Asahi wasn’t the type to be into jogging or running. But hey, he was quite fast just now don’t you think?” You said, still weirded out as to why Asahi had dragged Yedam with him that quickly.
“Trust me, I’ve never seen him walk that fast either,” Junkyu snickered.
This made you giggle slightly. “I guess he’s just excited to eat lunch. It’s nice of Jihoon to treat you all good foods like this,” you praised.
Junkyu nodded at this. “Yup, he’s full of surprises like that. He’s a really great leader, both him and Hyunsuk,”
“That’s sweet of you to say that,”
Junkyu blushed slightly from your compliment. He glanced over at you whom was looking straight ahead, just simply walking casually beside him.
From your side profile, he noticed your eyelashes were quite long. Your cheeks had a tint of blush to them, probably from your makeup, and he noticed the smooth texture of your hair falling against your shoulder.
“…pretty…” he mumbled softly.
You turned to look at him, “Hm? You said something?”
“Ah?!” Junkyu froze in his spot. “I- I uh, I was wondering uh, if you were going to have lunch too,”
“I will, don’t worry,” you smiled.
Junkyu blushed again, this time he could really feel his cheeks heat up.
He started walking faster, wanting to reach the practice room quicker.
You noticed his steps quickening so you tried to hurry after him, your heels clacking against the floor.
“Okay Junkyu, I know you’re in a rush but could you maybe slow down a bit? I can’t walk that fast in heels,”
This made him slow down. He looked at the black pumps you were wearing and felt bad for making you chase after him.
This time, the two of you were walking side by side again.
“This better?” he asked.
“Yup, way better. Thanks,” you smiled again at him.
Junkyu felt his grip on the paper bag in his hand tightened. He hoped to reach their practice room fast, because he wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing you smile at him like that all over again.
*
Treasure’s Practice Room
Asahi opened the doors of the practice room, his hands shaking from carrying the paper bag in his hands.
Jihoon walked up towards him and noticed that Yedam was the only one who entered after him.
“Asahi? Yedam? Where’s Junkyu?”
Asahi lets out a big sigh and hands over the paper bag from his hands towards his leader.
Jihoon, a little confused, accepted the paper bag, and was surprised by the sudden cold contact that touched his skin. “Ah! You’ve been carrying all these ice creams on your own??” Jihoon’s voice raised a pitch due to the sudden cold contact he had.
Asahi pushed his hair back with his hand, “It’s okay, I did what I had to do,” he said as he passed by Jihoon, making his way towards the centre of the room where the other members are.
Jihoon watched as his friend walks over to the other side before he turns to face Yedam who was also catching his breath after getting dragged by Asahi to hurry back towards their practice room.
“Hold on hyung, let me catch my breath,” Yedam said in between pants. After feeling better, he pulled out Jihoon’s phone and hands it over to him.
“Here’s your phone by the way,”
“Thanks,”
“Oh, by the way, you had a call so I answered,”
“Hm? Who was it?”
“Someone wanted to confirm about your package from S&S Closets something?” Yedam shrugged as he said this.
“Ahh, that. Okay thanks,” Jihoon answered simply.
“Yup. Okay I’m just gonna head in and put this bag in the middle there,” Yedam said as he leaves Jihoon as well.
Jihoon nodded at him and proceeds to wait at the door of their practice room since he wondered where his best friend was, and as soon as his head peeked out of the practice room, he saw from a distance, was Junkyu and you walking towards where he was.
He noticed the both of you making small talk with each other. He smiled as he waited for the both of you to reach a close enough distance with him before he opens his mouth to say, “Ahh, there they are. I’ve been wondering where Junkyu was. Turns out he was occupied with you, y/n,”
You smiled at him and nodded, “Hey there, Jihoon. I bumped into your boys as I was leaving for lunch. Don’t worry, you can have your boy back,”
Junkyu pursed his lips and fell quiet. It seemed like as if he couldn’t talk naturally now that Jihoon was here in front of him. Now this is weird, he thought. He was totally fine when it was just you and him talking before.
“Aw, why give him back to me? You could stay and have lunch with us too, right Junkyu?” Jihoon said, shooting his friend a teasing glance.
Junkyu blinked a couple times as he thought of what to answer.
Not noticing that Junkyu was really thinking of what to say to you, you immediately answered Jihoon, “Nah, it’s okay. I better get going. Chani’s probably waiting for me at the balcony. Man, he’s gonna give me an earful if I keep him waiting for too long,” you laughed as you said this.
Junkyu rolled his eyes when he heard you mentioning Chani’s name. And then suddenly, he felt annoyed.
“Aww that’s too bad. I guess we’ll see you next time then?” Jihoon said to you.
You nodded at him. You turned to Junkyu and handed the paper bag in your hands to him, to which he hastily grabs from you.
You were taken aback by his behaviour but you just thought maybe he didn’t mean to react that way so you decided to brush it off.
“Well, I’ll be going now. Bye Jihoon, bye Junkyu,” you said.
“Bye y/n~” Jihoon said in a sing-song tune, giving you his eye-smile.
Junkyu said goodbye to you but he avoided looking at you as you went off, making you feel slightly puzzled because you were sure the both of you were talking fine earlier but then Junkyu had suddenly switched to his cold behaviour.
You shrugged to yourself as you made your way back towards the elevator at the end of the floor, hoping that Chani wouldn’t nag at you for making him wait.
*
Junkyu didn’t even wait for you to completely leave both his and Jihoon’s sight. He immediately enters the practice room, carrying the paper bags in his hands but then Jihoon stopped him.
“Here, let me help you carry that,” Jihoon said as he grabbed one of the bags from Junkyu, making himself carry two paper bags in his hands now.
“Thanks,” Junkyu mumbled.
“Hmm. You seem moody. That’s weird, I thought you said you felt good being around y/n,”
“It’s nothing,” Junkyu said, not looking at his best friend. “And hey, what’s with you ordering stuff from that women’s clothing line?” he asked, suddenly reminded of the call Yedam answered earlier.
Jihoon’s eyes widened slightly. “How did you know it was a women’s clothing line?”
“Asahi said it’s the one that his mother usually buys from for his sister,”
Jihoon lets out a small laugh, “It’s nothing, really. I was just interested in the limited-edition box, that’s all.”
“For a box??”
“Yup. Wait a minute—” Jihoon said, his expression changing to panic when he realised that he’d been hugging the paper bag containing the ice cream close to himself all this while. “Oh my god I forgot Asahi handed me the bag with the ice cream!”
Junkyu noticed the paper bag in Jihoon’s hands. “Yah! Park Jihoon, you better get that laid out on the cold floor now!”
The both of them scrambled towards their members in the middle of the practice room.
*
Lunchtime ended and luckily for you, Chani was in a good mood so even when you ended up meeting him later than usual after helping out your Treasure friends carry their food to their practice room, Chani didn’t nag at you for your tardiness at all.
Right now, you and Chani were heading towards the elevators, wanting to go back to your own respective floors and to continue your sessions with your assigned groups. Well, to be precise, only Chani had a group to return to. You? Yeah well, you just had to head back to your empty meeting room that was also strangely the only one located on the 4th floor of the building.
“You know what bothers me the most?” You said, as the both of you walked leisurely towards the elevators.
“What?”
“I honestly, have come to accept the fact that maybe no one signed up to be in my group. I mean, still, it hurts—but what bothers me most is that why is my meeting room the only one on that deserted floor?? Everyone else’s sessions were held on the 5th and 6th floor!”
Chani kept quiet for a while, processing what you said. There was some truth in your words. He was puzzled as well as to how and why did you end up not having any staff to tutor. Not to mention, your meeting room was the only one that was the smallest and to be honest it was never ever used before.
“But the tutor sessions only lasts for a week, and it’s only Tuesday so…I guess I’ll get by,” you chuckled to yourself. “Besides, I can complete my modules on my own…”
Chani gave you a quick light slap on your arm after hearing your pitiful rant.
“Ow! Hey, chill it with the abusive behaviour, Chani,” you reacted exaggeratively.
Chani rolled his eyes at you and flashed you a smile.
“Don’t say things like that. You’re making me worry and feel sad for you. Worrying is one thing, but I didn’t sign up for any sadness when I decided to be friends with you,” he joked.
The both of you entered the elevators in front of you since coincidentally the doors opened the moment you both arrived at the waiting space.
Chani pressed on both the 4th and 5th floor’s buttons for the both of you.
You folded your arms against your chest and sighed, a small sigh.
Chani turned to you and smiled at you.
“What?” You asked, noticing that he was smiling for no reason.
“Nothing. I just…I have a feeling your troubles will be over soon.”
“Yeah, right. Thanks for the optimism Chani, but honestly, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry, okay?”
“Sure,” he answered simply.
The door opened up on the 4th floor and you stepped out of the elevator.
“See you tomorrow, y/n!” Chani said cheerfully to you.
You turned around to wave at him before the door closes.
And as soon as the door closes, Chani’s finger instantly tapped on the 6th floor’s button. The door opened up on the 5th floor, which was where his assigned meeting room was, but Chani ignored it and lets the elevator doors close down. After all, he was planning to get off on the 6th floor this time.
*
YGE Building (Bomin’s Office)
Bomin had just returned from his lunch with his favourite person, Soomin from the PEWA Group when he found Chani standing in his office, a dissatisfied look on his face.
“What are you doing here??” He asked, startled to see the young man being there without any appointments being made.
Chani scoffed at his question. “Don’t give me that. I wasn’t the one coming in late after lunch all ‘cause I was busy being smittened by my high school sweetheart,” he said sarcastically.
Bomin felt his ears burn up. Just how did Chani knew about his relationship with Soomin? Ah, y/n must have told him. After all, both you and Chani are close.
Bomin feigned an uninterested look. He walks up towards his desk and proceeds to sit in his swivel chair behind the desk.
“What do you want, Chani?”
“Why doesn’t y/n have any staff to tutor?”
Bomin lets out a chuckle. “Seriously? Did she send you to march up here and get mad at me??”
Chani walked up closer to Bomin, leaning towards the desk that was separating the both of them.
“Y/n knows nothing so leave her out of all of this, you bastard,” he said in bitter tone.
Bomin leaned into his chair, intertwining his fingers together. “Hmm, interesting. It seems like you’re standing up for your friend, unlike last time,”
Chani glared at Bomin, furious that he has the nerve to bring up what happened last year.
“I’m being serious here,” Chani said, his fist clenching.
“Sure. I know you’re being serious. I’m serious too. No one signed up to be in y/n’s group. You can check the namelist I pasted on the notice board outside our main meeting room downstairs.”
“You’re full of crap!” Chani yelled. “What, you expect me to believe that stupid sheet of paper?? I was up here earlier than you were. Did it not cross your mind that I might have snooped in on the work laptop on your desk?” he scoffed.
Bomin sat up straight after hearing this. “You…what?!”
“That’s right. Y/n had 4 people signing up for her session. And yet, you edited their names into other groups just so it would seem like no one signed up to be in her group. What nerve you have.”
“She wasn’t even qualified enough to tutor any staff! I’m just doing it for the sake of our staff!” Bomin said, his voice raising now.
“Don’t give me that! What do you know about qualification?? I listened to her explaining about the modules couple times before this! And guess what? She was good! Freaking good! And she was looking forward to doing these tutor sessions but you had to take it away from her, didn’t you?! All ‘cause I was close to her, right?!”
“Not everything is about you, Chani,” Bomin muttered angrily.
“You’re right, it’s not. Because everything is about YOU. Too bad for you, I’m not taking your crap anymore. You can just do whatever you want. I won’t let you hurt y/n in any way.”
“Hah! You can’t say that. You literally work under me.”
“I won’t stand still. Since you’re allowed to do what you want, from here on, I’ll do what I want.” Chani responded.
“What nonsense are you saying now, Chani?” Bomin said, calmer now, although he was gritting his teeth when he said this.
“You don’t need to know the details, sir. I’m going back to my session now. I need to have a talk with my group leader too, anyways. See ya,” Chani smirked as he said this.
Bomin watched as the younger staff exited his office. Feeling angered by what just happened, Bomin slammed his fist hard onto the table. He hated that boy’s guts like crazy.
To be continued…
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Crushing Phonecalls
언젠가 업보가 그를 찾아올 것이다. Someday karma will come for him.
Description: Anxiously waiting for the proposal decision from your workplace, you go and visit Jimin in the practice studio, hoping to take your mind off of the impending decision. But a phone call in the middle of their practice crushes your soul. And the following phone call does nothing to help it. But Jimin decides to say something about it.
Warnings: Swearing, some verbal workplace bullying
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol!Jimin x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2k
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"Heyyyy!" Jimin greets me happily as I walk into the practice room.
"Hello, there." I smile and open my arms just before he barrels into me.
"Hey, (y/n)." Jungkook waves a hand at me and the others give me smiles and waves as well.
I wave back with Jimin still holding onto me. "Hey guys."
"Did you get done with the proposal?" Jimin asks, pulling back but keeping his hands on my shoulders.
I nod, my body still buzzing with nervousness. "I don't know if we'll get it though." I sigh.
"Why not?" Jimin tilts his head to the side, "You worked so hard on it. i'm pretty sure that kind of hard work will get picked."
"The other proposal is made by Ashton, the CEO's son." I shrug and my shoulders want to cower away from the thoughts that flood my mind.
"What does that matter?" He wonders and pulls me out of the way of the door.
"He, uh, has often pulled strings for his son." I scratch the surface of the real reason.
"What does that mean?" He asks in a low voice, keeping the conversation from curious ears.
"It's nothing." I smile at him, wanting to keep my more serious work troubles away from him.
"No, I want to know." He pushes with concerned eyes, "Is he hurting you?"
I hesitate before shaking my head, "Not physically." I sigh, "He just makes it a point to berate me and my team, and degrade our work."
"That little shit." Jimin says through gritted teeth.
"It's fine, Jimin." I reassure him, "My manager told me that our proposal is really good and all the other department managers like my proposal better, so I shouldn't worry. But I do."
"You're nervous. That makes sense. You worked for weeks on this." Jimin nods, "I mean, if the managers are all on board with your proposal then maybe that little shit will be put in his place. When do they decide?"
"They're having the meeting today but I don't know when they'll inform us of the decision." I tell him with an attempt at a reassured smile.
"You'll let me know the outcome?" He asks, "I want to celebrate with you when they choose your proposal."
My smile changes to cover up my doubt and, from what I can see, Jimin buys it. "For sure."
He smiles and gives me a cheeky smile. "Good." He presses a soft kiss to my cheek.
Jin claps his hands loudly at us and Jimin whips around, "Yes?" He drags out the word dramatically.
"Chop, chop. I have dance moves to learn." Jin says and puts his hands on his hips, giving back the sass that Jimin gave him.
I grab Jimin's hand and drag him over to where the other guys are standing together. "Here he is." I tell them with a playful smile, and then I turn to him, "I'm going to be watching you for mistakes."
"Oh, I'm so scared." He rolls his eyes and shakes his hands out by his face. I shove his shoulder with a laugh.
"Then you better do well." I stick out my tongue at him before sitting down against the mirror.
Crossing my legs in front of me, I watch their rehearsals with most of my attention on them. The rest of my attention feels for any notification on my phone that my hands grip tightly.
I normally would enjoy BTS's rehearsals but today, I'm just too nervous and anxious to thoroughly enjoy it. Just as my team and I were finishing our day, Ashton decided to shout across the whole floor and berate us. Specifically our chances that our proposal would be chosen. He shouted that we had just wasted countless hours, created garbage, and that we should be embarrassed that we submitted the proposal to the board.
The whole thing just put me in a constant nervous state. My body feels like a electricity current is running through my whole body, buzzing like I just finished an hour long ride on one of those old metal scooters over bumpy black tar.
After twenty minutes of watching the boys dance, pause, talk through, learn, and then start dancing again, my phone starts to vibrate with a call and I literally jump to my feet. Seeing my manager's name on my screen, I quickly catch Jimin's gaze and motion that I'm going into the hallway. Not waiting for his response, I open the door and shut it before answering the call.
"Hey, Lisa." I breathe out, my heart pounding in my head as I walk down the hall, away from the practice room. "What's up?" I ask, leaning back against the wall.
"Hey, (y/n)." Lisa says with a heavy sigh and my heart drops below the basement floors of the building. "The meeting just ending and they made a decision." She says.
"Not good?" I ask trying to lessen the blow.
"I'm sorry." She sighs again, "The CEO overruled all the board members and chose Ashton's proposal."
My eyes close in disappointment and my shoulders sag under the weight of Lisa's words.
"But you should know that all the board members voted for your proposal over Ashton's." Lisa continues talking when I don't say a word, "You and your team did such good work and you should be proud of that."
"Yeah, I, uh, yeah. Thanks for letting me know, Lisa." I tell her, wanting to get off of this phone call as soon as possible.
"An email's being sent out to your team so you won't have to tell them." She informs me, "I'm sorry, (y/n)."
"Thanks, Lisa." I thank her and then hang up.
A cry hiccups through my chest and I bend my knees to sit on my heels with my back still pressed against the wall. I squeeze my eyes tighter and will myself not to cry. Not here. Not now.
I really thought we were going to be chosen. My whole team worked so hard. They're going to be crushed when they read that email.
Groaning, I let my head fall forward and my arms rest on my knees, phone still clutched in my hand. I sigh heavily and a wave of anger for the CEO washes over me.
How could he choose his son over a really good proposal? The entire board voted for ours but he chose his son.
My phone starts to ring with another call. Thinking it's one of my team members, I answer it without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?" I answer the call, keeping as much disappointment out of my voice as possible.
"HA!" A male voice shouts on the other end of the line and I recognize the mocking tone immediately: Ashton.
My jaw involuntarily clenches in anger.
"I TOLD YOU I'D WIN OVER YOU." Ashton says with a cocky edge to his voice, "MY PROPOSAL IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS. AND I DIDN'T EVEN PUT IN AS MUCH WORK. HA. HA. HA."
Running a hand slowly through my hair, I slowly pull the phone away from my ear as tears line my closed eyes. Even though my phone is away from my ear, I can still hear Ashton's voice.
"I knew you weren't that good at your job." He cackles, "You weren't ever good but this is just proof. And it shows that your ideas are trash. That team of yours can't even tell you how bad your ideas are. You really must be a shitty leader."
The first tear falls and lands on my pant leg, creating a single dark spot.
"Unless, the proposal ideas came from them and you were too dumb to see how awful they were." Ashton continues, "That's gotta be it! You're just dumb!"
Just a sob pushes past my lips, the phone is yanked out of my hand. I look up as Jimin turns the call on speaker and talks back to Ashton. I can feel the anger rolling off of his shoulders.
"Hi, who is this?" He asks, his voice dangerously low.
"Uh... isn't this (y/n)'s number?" Ashton repeats the question, unsure of himself.
"I don't know a (y/n). But you sound like a shitty person." Jimin lies through gritted teeth. "What kind of self absorbed, sad, 10-year-old man are you? You really think that you're being cool by calling someone dumb? Or their team members? Where the hell is your humility? Where the hell is your humanity?" He scoffs, "Oh, no, I got it, you must not have a brain." He says before quickly ending the call.
A few more tears managed to slip down my cheeks but I'm too stunned at Jimin's outburst to wipe them away. Jimin tucks my phone in his back pocket and turns to face me after exhaling. Noticing my tears, he quickly knees down next to me and wipes them away.
"Hey." He almost whispers with a small comforting smile.
"I can't believe that lame excuse for a man is the CEO's son." He says before wrapping me up in a hug. "Don't listen to him. He speaks lies. You and your team are so smart. You worked so hard on that proposal and you should be nothing but proud about your work."
I sniffle at his words and a few tears fall.
"You will keep your head high and not let that man's words make you doubt yourself." Jimin continues, rubbing a hand on my back. "Every word he said was false. Every single word. Someday karma will come for him. And I hope to god that you're there when it strikes him down."
I pull back with a choked laugh, "I don't think I want to be around for that." I tell him.
His hands rest on my cheeks and his thumbs brush away the fallen tears. "Either way, I still hope that karma takes him down in the cruelest of ways."
Jimin smiles warmly at me, "You did so good. And I'm so proud of you." He says and my heart swells. "So, so proud of you."
I return his smile and take a deep breath. "Thank you." I whisper.
"I'm always proud of you." He states before leaning in to softly kiss my lips.
After resting my forehead against his for a second, I pull back and ask, "How much did you hear?"
"I heard enough." He shrugs but I can hear just how much anger is laced in his voice.
"You heard it all." I correct him and shake my head, looking down to my lap.
"Hey." Jimin says and uses his finger to lift my chin back up, "Head high. You did really good work. Be proud of that."
I nod, determined to make myself see that and believe it. "I did good work. My team did good work."
"Exactly." He encourages me.
I pull him in for a hug and rest my cheek on his shoulder, "Thank you, Jimin."
"No need to thank me, dear." He pats my back, "I will always do what is necessary."
"Even if it means lying about who's phone you're answering?" I ask, releasing him from my embrace.
He chuckles and I love the sound. "I would pretend to be anyone to anyone who is bringing you down."
"Noted." I say with a genuine smile.
"If you're up for it, we're all going out to dinner tonight, if you want to join." Jimin offers and stands up with a hand extended to help me up, "Oh, and Jungkook said he's paying."
I raise an eyebrow at him, "Did he say it or...?"
Jimin sighs, having been caught, "He lost a game so now he's gotta pay up."
"You guys are awful." I shake my head at him.
"But you're going to come, aren't you?" He guess with a knowing look.
I slap my hand into his and smirk, "Hell yeah I'm going."
Jimin pulls me up and wraps an arm around my waist protectively.
"Should we tell the guys so we can go show this Ashton jerk a lesson?" He whispers as we walk back down towards the practice room.
I slap his chest with a laugh, "What happened to waiting for karma?"
"Just offering to speed up the process." He laughs.
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