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silverozy · 18 hours ago

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CHAPTER 31 IS OUT NOW!!

Amor tam pulcher | KTH - masterlist

❁pairing: senior!taehyung x junior!oc (Italian education system)

❁description: a love story revolving around a butterfly and its favourite flower

❁synopsis:

If he could, he'd write poems about how pretty she looked and how perfect she was. He'd probably make the next Catullus or even better, he'd dare say. Everyone would love to read about her and how she makes him feel. He even wonders how she isn't loved, worshipped in fact, by everyone but he's glad he's the only one whom she hops to whenever class is dismissed, the only one to have her cheeks explore all possible shades of red, the only one whose arms she'd willingly fall asleep in between. "Where's the love, baby?"

❁genre: romance, fluff, smut, angst

❁wc: 199.64k+

❁date: 30/03/2024

❁warning: mature content

❁notes: strangers-to-lovers, teen love story, lots of fluff, smut, senior!taehyung (taehyung is like super smart), junior!oc (academic weapon, she loves herself an excellent academic performance), a lil angst, taehyung is head over heels for oc, nature lovers (oc loves flowers, taehyung loves butterflies), countryside (looks like Italy because that is the only type of countryside I know and love), oc has a lovely family, taehyung has daddy issues, jimin and jungkook are taehyung's besties( they also have other two girls as best friends); oc has a girl best friend (childhood best friend) and three boys as best friends); oc is so fucking prettyyy, like girl pretty; cross-posted on wattpad and ao3

❁chapters (status - ongoing) ⇀ updates every Friday, midnight

latest — 30/03

❀ ❛prologue❜ - 1.52k

Rewriting the story of Daphne and Apollo ⇀ «A love that drives me crazy, a lovely crazy, a sexy crazy, an amazing crazy»

❀ 01 ❛love is all around❜ - 4.24k

On a chilly summer morning, a bouncy curly-haired sun rose up and shone above the flower

❀ 02 ❛ying yang❜ - 4.28k

Photosynthesis: the sun shines bright above the flower providing it with energy which will be transformed into nutrients

❀ 03 ❛the exploratory stage❜ - 5.48k

As the sun shines in its might, it brightens the way for a little flower to see over the horizon

❀ 04 ❛just like old times❜ - 6.70k

The bright rays of the sun show the way to the flower, introducing it to an innocent little bear, a ferret and a little wasp

❀ 05 ❛a monarch butterfly❜ - 4.17k

There, going back home, was an unusual combination of subjects: a cricket, a wing-man, a monarch butterfly, a little pika and a puppy

❀ 06 ❛venus❜ - 4.82k

Who could have ever thought that a flower could grow in space? Who? No one surely and yet... there it was, standing upright in its beauty

❀ 07 ❛a laurel❜ - 4.92k

He knew he wasn't meant to fly to space because he physically couldn't but this thought wouldn't stop him. Was he being pretentious? Trying to exceed his limits?

❀ 08 ❛fuck you!❜ - 6.10k

Normally, flowers are in people's gardens or on a bed of green grass so... what the hell is one singular one doing in the middle of the ocean. Does it know, does anyone know, that too much water will cause it harm... especially when the water is salty?

❀ 09 ❛en route❜ - 5.07k

With its six tiny feet into proper boots, a good protective shield over his wings and an astronaut helmet on, the monarch butterfly embarks on a life-threatening journey, one believed to be a one-way ticket travel

❀ 10 ❛who we are, what we do❜ - 6.01k

Flowers don't have eyes, yeah, and neither does a pika glow even during the day. The flower is used to seeing only the sun shine during the day. The little pika walking by is unusual.

❀ 11 ❛an overly ambitious hedonistic seductress❜ - 6.04k

Cleopatra is the modern definition of the term "femme fatale"; she's known for ruling in ancient Egypt but also for her relationship with Ceaser and Mark Antony

❀ 12 ❛the butterfly, the cricket and the wing-man❜ - 4.49k

A butterfly, a cricket and a wing-man all have wings somewhat. The first does fly, the second mostly leaps and the last doesn't fly unless the first two do.

❀ 13 ❛the Titanic❜ - 7.31k

Between the night of the 14th and the 15th, in 1912, one of the biggest ships of its time sank, going against the expectations but did it? At the time, there was a little competition between countries so when it sank it wasn't so surprising: something so big with very few resources would have never made it across the ocean.

❀ 14 ❛from five to ten❜ - 11.44k

Brighten the mood. Increase the energy. Make a downturned flower rise high and flunt its beautiful petals for others to see.

❀ 15 ❛bold, red and underlined❜ - 14.70k

“You know? That party I wanted to host at mine? You’re so invited. In fact, you’re the first one on my guest list and I’ll underline your name in red as in ‘in great and urgent need of pussy’—”

❀ 16 ❛«it's Daphne»❜ - 11.30k

A monarch butterfly sees a lot of flowers in its short span of life but never has this one, nor its ancestors, seen a flower as pretty as the one ahead. The flower was there, living beautifully in space.

❀ 17 ❛hesperiidae❜ - 6.41k

Right when the sun faded away and the dark clouds took over, the little butterfly's wings fluttered less as it lost hope until something caught his eye, a gleam slicing through the gloom and focusing on a flower.

❀ 18❛opposites attract❜ - 5.59k

Winter and the Wind of the West come to destroy but nothing can touch a flower when it's under a shelter, something that will prevent it from dying in the cold or losing its beautiful petals.

❀ 19 ❛peek-a-boo (boo boo)❜ - 5.66k

Things have been too unusual for this butterfly. Wasn't it trying to embark on an impossible journey? To space? How did it end up in a shiny sea? it's floating and his pupils are swelling. The beauty is indeed out of this world

❀ 20 ❛lifejacket❜ - 6.97k

The wings grew with each flutter. There was a glowing dot on the ocean and it was slowly fading out into the darkness so the butterfly cradled it and protected the leur

❀ 21 ❛monarch and blue morpho butterflies❜ - 4.13k

The weather was chilly and slightly windy. Despite the discomfort it caused everyone, the flower stood out like a thumb as it danced and waved with the soft patterns of the breeze. The butterfly couldn't do anything other than admire with widened orbs

❀ 22 ❛rosy cheeks❜ - 3.91k

Did it see it? Did the flower see the butterfly? Because the butterfly has already seen the flower. Had already memorised every curve, every line, and every dot that brought the flower to life.

❀ 23 ❛caramel macchiato❜ - 4.23k

There was no way he could ever get lost: one look at those eyes and he'd see all the constellations, the map leading him to Venus

❀ 24 ❛butterflies, flowers... and butterflies❜ - 6.03k

«I mean, it's also an evergreen plant like the Laurel but it doesn't sound as special. Lauri does though.»

❀ 25 ❛bittersweet❜ - 4.10k

There were seven lanes, each welcoming an athlete, for a total of seven athletes. Yet, as the contestants got ready for the lace, some chose to acknowledge the presence of only a few athletes, the ones they were marking. Their true competition.

❀ 26 ❛open stage❜ - 9.78k

Floating and hovering around his spaceship, the butterfly moved closer to the round window giving to the dark glittered expanse. There was Venus and standing proudly in its infinite beauty was the flower.

❀ 27 ❛approach, round out, flare❜ - 8.08k

Poor Cinderella. She cried and cried. Then a small woman appeared in a cloud. It was Cinderella’s fairy godmother. “Biddidi, bobbidi, noo!” sang the fairy godmother as she waved her magic wand, but she gasped, hand coming to cover her mouth in bewilderment. Cinderella had turned into a tomato!

❀ 28 ❛a lighthouse❜ - 6.47k

Water flowed through the clothes, the hair strands, and around the body as the flower held onto a wide piece of wood. The water was chilling, the night was silent, and the ambience was dark, but right through the blackness slid the rotating rays of a lighthouse. Blinking to adapt to the brightness, the flower called for help.

❀ 29 ❛sus or sos?❜ - 7.12k

The rotating and flashing lighthouse lights shone upon a cricket, which floated barely a foot away from the flower. Yet, as the butterfly came to rescue, it didn’t see it, leaving the cricket trying to swim for its life, screaming and choking on water.

❀ 30 ❛a coup d'état❜ - 5.95k

Standing on a tower, two neurons patrolled the area, binoculars to their eyes. Suddenly, they sighted something. They squinted their eyes despite the instrument in their hands and tried to make sense of what they saw. "Hey, send in the alarm. Prepare the defensive barrier. Do something. Hurry up!" As this one darted away, the other remained still, binoculars back to its eyes. Confusion bubbled in its head. What had happened for the heart to be heading towards the body's headquarters? And what was that army of hormones behind it?

❀ 31 ❛the sun on the horizon❜ - 10.75k

The butterfly had finally found the flower. After travelling across space, it landed on Venus, where a singular ethereal natural being stood erect in its almighty beauty. After the coup d’etat, the heart realised that the situation was bigger than expected. The heat rose up to every part of the body. Butterflies increased and with that the flutters of their wings, which fanned the fire, expanding instead of quenching it. Infatuation at its peak.

❀ 32 ❛love me (not)❜

❀ 33 ❛stinkily cute!❜

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 20 hours ago

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Mafia! BTS - You Work Late Together

A/N: This is part 2 of the "You're their assistant series". Part 1: Mafia! BTS - You Get a Job as Their Assistant

Warnings: profanity, mentions of sexual harassment

MASTERLIST

You've worked for the company for about a month now. You thought it would be hard getting used to the job but a week in and you realized it wasn't so bad. Once you learned where everything was and how to manage your boss's schedule it was like riding a bike. Besides, the pay was more than generous, which is why you bought yourself a very special black dress that you had had your eye on for some time now but couldn't really afford. You took the opportunity when your friend invited you and the rest of the girls out to a birthday dinner to wear it. You were already in front of your building when you received a phone call from the company. "Come on, not today," you sighed to yourself but answered anyways. There was an emergency at the company and there was no one who knew the job better than you by now.

Jin

As if the traffic weren't a s sufficient enough of a disaster, your heels made it impossible for you to hurry. You finally reached your desk when you heard voices coming from your boss's office. The door was left open. You came closer and waited.

"Fix this," said your boss in a voice you had rarely heard from him before; it was dark and raspy as if there was a razor in his throat. "Or losing your job will be the least of your concerns come morning."

You stared at the two people who you'd only seen coming in and out of Mr Kim's office but had never directly spoken to. One was the head of IT and the other worked in the legal department. Your boss towered over the first as he spoke the words that made your stomach churn. Mr Kim was always calm and composed no matter what the emergency or issue. You had never met anyone who was more polite or soft-spoken than him and yet for a moment you wondered whether he was only like that to you.

"Out," he almost growled as he glared at the legal expert as well. The two employees bowed their heads and scrammed past you. One was fuming and the other threw you a sympathetic look.

Jin's eyes snapped to you like the lash of a whip. Your mouth dropped as you tried to find something to say but your thoughts were nothing but an empty mess. For a moment, you considered that he will do the same to you as he did to the IT guy and the legal professional. His frown fell, however, realizing it's you and his lips parted at the sight of you outfit. Just as you had never seen him in anything other than a suit, he had never seen you in an evening dress. Your boss, in turn, wore a pair of tailored linen trousers and a loose shirt that looked just as good on him as any suit.

"You, um... You called for me?" you said after a moment. Your heart was beating madly as you waited for him to fire you or worse - grill you for your mistakes and incompetence and then fire you.

"I'm glad you could make it, Ms Y/N," said your boss instead, his voice shifting towards its usual self. His shoulders lost some of the tension as did his frown. Jin gestured at the seats in front of his desk.

"I'm afraid your boyfriend will have to do without you tonight," he said as you both took a seat, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I'm in desperate need for someone with a sharp brain and the rest of my employees clearly have none."

"Boyfriend?" you asked confused, your eyebrows raised. Heat rushed to your cheeks although you couldn't tell whether it was from the idea that you weren't single or whether because one of the smartest men you had ever met just praised your cleverness.

Your boss glanced at your stunning dress and you blushed even deeper. Apparently, you looked dressed for a date.

"I was just meeting my friends," you explained and fixed the top of your sleeve. Your boss's gaze burned through your eyes as something shifted in his handsome features. The cut of his silken shirt revealed the outline of his chest that made your breath hitch in your throat. Since the day you started work in this company, you have been doing everything in your power not to think about your boss, but in moments like this you couldn't help but feel your stomach flutter beneath his gaze.

"So, what happened?" you cleared your throat and changed the subject. A dark shadow returned to your boss's face but now you knew it wasn't directed at you. There was a problem with a merger of one of the office's most important sub-companies. There was a breach of classified financial information enabled by a series of mistakes by the IT security department. Some documents needed to be refiled, meetings scheduled and the damage assessed with contingency plans drafted.

"Right," you sighed and got up, smoothing down your dress. You finally realized why your boss was so livid at his team. "I'll get started right away." You made for your desk when Jin called you back.

"Use my computer," he ordered and got up from his leather office chair. "I'll be faster if we work together." He opened a drawer and pulled out his laptop.

You hesitated for a moment before you sat down in your boss's chair, feeling completely out of place. He took a seat on the sofa and began typing away. You battled the tasks together one by one and the hours passed faster than you thought. After 2 a.m not even the coffee helped anymore. Your neck gave a quiet crack when you stretched your arms above your head before you leaned back in the massive chair.

Your boss was looking at you when you opened your eyes.

"Sorry," you said quickly, for a moment forgetting you were technically at work although it was closer to the morning than it was to the evening.

"I should be the one apologizing to you, Ms Y/N," said Jin and closed his laptop. He poured two glasses of whiskey from the ornate crystal bottle that always stood on the end table. He offered you one of them.

At first you hesitated but the world did seem to pause at this hour and allow for your worth ethic to go out the window for a moment. You got up and came around the desk. "Thank you."

"To containing this emergency," you said and clinked your glass against your boss's.

"To..." he paused and measured your eyes, "More nights spent together."

You smiled as your heart jumped. "With all due respect, if they're like tonight, I truly hope not," you laughed but still took a small sip of your drink. The whiskey was smooth with no bite at all.

"No," he agreed, a beautiful smile crowning his lips that made butterflies flutter around your stomach. "A dinner perhaps," he suggested, his voice as gentle as silk. "To make up for a Saturday night spent at the office."

You watched Jin, taken back by his proposal. A part of you wanted to say yes immediately and yet a whole other was being rational and cautious.

You shook your head a little, "I don't think that's a very good idea."

Jin's smile disappeared but his eyes remained soft and watchful. You allowed him to see how much you wanted to say yes but you couldn't. He was your boss and it would complicate everything. Although the contract you signed didn't prohibit coworker relationships, you knew how complicated things could get. Besides, Jin was a powerful man. If he wanted to, he could make sure you never get a job anywhere else and that part of him scared you.

Jin studied you. "I can put it into the contract."

"Sorry?" you stared at him.

"That I can't hurt you," he explained and took a sip of whiskey, "As you employer. I figured it might be a concern for you."

You tried to read him. "So you've done this before?" Your stomach dropped and you slapped yourself mentally when you realized you were probably just another girl and he already had a plan for these kinds of situations.

"No," he stated clearly, drawing your eyes back to him. "But I've been thinking about you." His soft and deep voice gave you goosebumps as your mind became a mess you couldn't detangle. "As I'm sure you know."

"I..." you cleared your throat as the gap between you and your boss seemed to grow smaller. Thinking about you branded into you mind and you couldn't believe your ears.

"I wouldn't presume..."

"You should," assured Jin with such confidence that it made your eyes lock with his. A breath hitched in your throat as you stared up at him, finally seeing the look in his eyes for what it was; and it was one he always reserved just for you.

Namjoon

You were fidgeting when your taxi took you to the office. A large black car was already parked in front of the main door. The driver got out and opened the back door. Your boss got out of the car and buttoned his suit jacket, a look so somber on his face that you didn't want to leave your taxi.

His eyes narrowed at you when he noticed your presence. You took a deep breath and reached for the handle but Mr Kim had already opened the door for you.

"Thank you," you breathed as you got out and smoothed down your dress. Your heart was beating harshly against your throat as you waited for him to give you the news that you were the one causing the emergency by misplacing some documents or something.

"Thank you for coming," he said instead. His tense posture relaxed some as you walked into the building together.

"I see I've interrupted your plans," said your boss in the elevator. Its back wall was a mirror where your reflection reminded you of the dinner you were supposed to attend.

You ran a hand through your hair. "It's okay," you said although you couldn't hide the weight in your voice. The older you got the more difficult it was for your friends to find the time to meet up.

"I mean, it's not okay, but... it's my job," you explained and clutched to your evening handbag. You could feel his eyes on you and you met them. He didn't look away and neither could you. Your stomach fluttered and your knees went weak.

"Anyways, what happened?" you asked as the elevator finally opened and you headed for your boss's office. If it were your fault, you were sure Mr Kim wouldn't have bothered even letting you come into the building with him.

Your boss was about to explain when you reached the conference room next to his office. There was Lee from the legal department and two of his colleagues and Choi from the PR branch. You looked at your boss, whose pace slowed down. A shadow was cast over his handsome features. His eyebrows furrowed into a dark frown and his tongue was in the corner of his cheek - a habit you've learned to recognize whenever your boss was angry or frustrated.

A silence feel among the employees no matter how high their positions when Mr Kim walked into the office. Soon they became a scrambling mess of mumbling excuses and tried to blame one another for the PR crisis that involved a breach of information caused by the legal team.

You couldn't do much but wait for the meeting to be over as you took in every bit of information. You didn't even want to think about what it would be like if your boss were staring you down and grilling you like he did your now former colleagues.

"Get out," said Namjoon coldly. His voice was quiet but so authoritative that it sent shivers down your spine as you watched the guys grow silent.

"If you don't fix this," warned Namjoon as he got up from his chair and buttoned his suit jacket. He didn't say a word more, only glared at Lee until he had no choice but to look down although you knew him to be one of the most arrogant people in the company.

"Out," said Namjoon when the group didn't dare move. They scrambled out in a hurry.

Your boss's cold gaze slowly turned to you. He only watched you for a few moments although it seemed like hours before his tense body relaxed with an exhale.

"Come on, we've got work to do, Ms Y/N," he spoke at last, resigned to the mess that was made.

You followed him into his office where the long and tedious task of mending the damage extended far into the late night. You had to come up with a strategy to help contain the information, select a team to oversee the projects in place, build a plan to deal with the press... There was no end to the work.

By 4 a.m, you were curled up in one of the armchairs in front of your boss's desk, your bare feet resting in the pair seat. Namjoon had his sleeves rolled to his elbows and his hair was messy from running his hand through it so many times. You were leaning your head against your palm, your eyes threatening to close over and over again as you reread the statement for the press and made some final corrections. Only when you reached for your coffee cup you noticed that your boss was watching you. His razor-sharp eyes had softened; you couldn't tell whether it was from the lack of sleep or if it was something else.

"Maybe we should call it a night," you suggested quietly. You didn't have an ounce of energy left and it showed even in your voice.

Namjoon nodded. "I'll give you a ride home."

"It's okay," you said as you hid a yawn behind your hand in search of your black heels, "I'll just call a taxi or something."

You put on your shoes when your boss handed you your handbag.

"No," he decided and there was no room for arguing.

Namjoon had his own driver. Sometimes that was your friend Lucas, but most of the time it was a man you had simply come to know as Yun. At first, you thought it was strange that your boss didn't drive himself but you wouldn't dare ask why.

You sat in the back seat with your boss. Although you had just spent the night in close proximity of one another, the car ride seemed more intimate than that.

"So," said Namjoon, his voice deep and quiet with tiredness, as he found your eyes, "Who did I steal you away from tonight?"

The idea that his tone suggested sent a blush to your cheeks. You smiled and shook your head. "No one," you said, "I was supposed to meet my friends for a birthday dinner thing."

Namjoon stared at you, his eyes suddenly awake with thousands of thoughts. "It's your birthday?"

"No," you smiled reassuringly when you saw a shadow of guilt cross his face. "My friend's."

He nodded slightly. You leaned back in your seat as the driver took you to the other side of the city. It was fast when you took the subway but it took longer by car, especially with all the construction and the road blockages.

You were only going to rest your eyes for a moment but quickly lost the battle. You couldn't see it but Namjoon had his gaze on you the entire time as you slept. When the car stopped in front of your apartment building, your boss gently caressed your cheek. You frowned and opened your eyes. The fragrance from Namjoon's wrist gave you goosebumps.

"Sorry," you said and sat up whilst the driver went to get your door.

"It's okay," said your boss, almost whispering. There was a warmth in his eyes that he had never shown to anyone else but you.

Yoongi

There was no way you would make it to the office in less than an hour if you took a taxi. The city was a complete mess as everyone migrated towards the center for shows, concerts and dinners on a Saturday night. You only took a taxi to the nearest subway station before you hurried downstairs and caught the first train that would take you right to the company's door. Still, the subway was packed as well. You had to stand, which you didn't mind, but you did mind when a man decided to stand right behind you. At first you thought it was a coincidence. He seemed like an ordinary guy; he wore a nice polo shirt and a pair of jeans. But soon, you could feel his breath on your neck as he came closer and closer, pressing himself to you. You slipped away from him and made your way closer to the exit, losing him in the crowd.

You got off at your station and tried not to think about the guy. Somehow you could still feel his gaze on you. He followed you to the street where you finally noticed him. You hurried towards the office and managed to get inside before he could follow you into the building. He remained standing outside. There was a smile on his lips that gave you the chills.

You quickly hurried for the elevator, your stomach in knots and your mind a mess. You went to your desk and put away your handbag.

"Good, you're here," said your boss but you didn't hear him over the noise in your mind.

A loud gasp escaped your lungs when you finally noticed Yoonigi beside you. Your body only relaxed when you saw it was just your boss.

A dark frown fell onto his eyes. "What's wrong?" asked Yoongi. You looked as pale as a ghost.

"Nothing, sorry," you shook your head, "My thoughts were somewhere else."

Yoongi studied you, his lips parted and his eyebrows in a permanent frown. You licked your dry lips and forced your heartbeat to calm down.

"What happened?" you cleared your throat, eager to distract yourself.

You could tell by the look on your boss's face that he wasn't content with your silence, but he let it go, especially when he noticed your stunning outfit. His gaze grazed down all the way to your black heels before it returned to your face.

"I, um... I didn't have the time to change," you apologized and crossed your arms over your chest. Yoongi nodded as he cleared his throat, gesturing you to his office.

Apparently, there was a cyberattack on the company and important information was leaked. Whilst the IT team was already hard at work, there still needed to be people notified, contingency plans to be made if the information reached the media, documents to go over and just about a dozen other things.

Instead of working separately, you both worked together in your boss's office. It was no use going back and forth every five minutes to discuss something. You picked a spot on the sofa and began tackling mountains of documents, which needed to be revised. Before you set for the office, you even had a bit hope that you would catch the dessert part of your friend's dinner but it wasn't happening. Hours went by before you even made it through half of the workload. By 3 a.m you were leaning your head against your arm, your legs curled up on the sofa as you read through the final stack.

Some documents slipped from your hands and made your boss to look up. You fell asleep. He made his way over to you and picked up the papers. He placed them on the coffee table but his attention was on you. Yoongi gently caressed your cheek and brushed your hair behind your ear.

"Y/N, wake up," he spoke softly, his thumb stroking your cheek, "I'll take you home."

"Hm?" you asked, leaning into the warm palm. Realization hit you and your eyes blinked open. You sat up quickly, doing your best to hold back a gasp.

"I'm sorry," you shook your head quickly, not even remembering when you fell asleep.

"It's okay," said Yoongi gently. His voice was raspy from tiredness but there was a softness in his eyes that made your stomach full of butterflies.

You went to grab your handbag before you headed downstairs together.

"It's going to be okay," you said as the elevator slowly took you to the ground floor. Yoongi found your eyes. His gaze shifted as he took in every last detail of your face.

"I know," he said quietly but he was grateful. You nodded and gave a small smile. Although you struggled to deny it, you couldn't help but let your heart flutter whenever you heard Yoongi's voice. There was something about how he was always so calm and in control that attracted you so much to him.

The elevator door opened with a chime and you headed out. You stopped on your tracks out of the sudden, your legs as heavy as lead.

"Oh my god, he's still here," you gasped and grabbed your boss's hand. Yoongi's features flashed with surprise as he frowned and looked down at your hand holding his. You pulled him to the side, hiding behind a solid wall among countless of glass ones.

You shut your eyes tightly for a moment as your stomach dropped and you thought you were going to be sick. Your skin was crawling with fever.

"What's going on?" demanded Yoongi. You looked down at your fingers balled around his hand.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," you said quickly and released him. Your face grew burning hot as you peeked from behind the wall. The young man who harassed you on the subway was sitting on one of the benches just outside the office, showing his back to the entrance.

"Y/N," your boss finally drew your attention back to him. Your hands were shaking as you tried to think of something.

"I- We- We should call the police," you suggested, your mind a mess. "O-Or Lucas, he's your bodyguard, right?"

"Why? What's going on?" asked Yoongi. He glanced behind the wall just enough to see a guy now pacing outside before you pulled him back.

"Who's that?" demanded your boss.

"Some psycho who followed me from the subway," you explained quickly and took a glimpse of him before hiding behind the wall again. "I can't believe this, it's been like six, seven hours." You clutched your hand to your chest as anxiety gripped at your lungs.

"What?" asked Yoongi. His frown grew even deeper and darker. Something shifted in his pitch black eyes that you had never seen before. Thoughts stormed behind his irises and he realized why you were behaving strangely when you first got to the office.

"I'm calling the police, this is insane," you concluded and grabbed the phone from your purse.

"Don't," ordered your boss. "I'll take care of this."

"What? No, you can't! What if he's dangerous or something?" you hurried and grabbed Yoongi's hand again.

"He's not dangerous," said Yoongi as he watched your fingers wrapped around his much larger hand.

"How do you know?" you shook your head.

"Because I am." His eyes met yours for just a moment as his dark quiet words sent shivers down your spine. Although you had only worked for him for a month, you knew your boss's wasn't just an ordinary businessman. He was far too young to have built such a fortune on his own and to have others respect him like they did.

You watched as Yoongi walked outside, not a hint of hesitation in his step. The guy from the subway turned around when the front door opened, expecting to see you there. The horrifying smile dropped from his lips at the sight of your boss. They were talking but you couldn't hear them. The guy's shoulders tensed around his neck like that of a trapped animal. Suddenly he launched forward and threw his fist but missed miserably. Yoongi pulled his hands out of his pockets in less than an instant. His fists flew into the man's face like a flash of lightning, again and again and again, as if he had done this a thousand times. He was in complete control of his body and the guy's.

The man staggered, holding his jaw in his hands as blood sprouted from his cupped hands. You gasped as you saw his face mashed from just a few hits. He somehow picked himself up and scrammed like rat. Your boss watched him disappear into the shadows before his gaze fell to the floor. He slowly turned to you, finding your big eyes staring at him. Yoongi's lips were parted slight as he waited for you to come outside.

"Why did you do that?" you whispered as you came to him. "I could have called the police." Your gaze dropped to Yoongi's bruised hands and you noticed he was wearing brass knuckles on one of them. You looked up at him astounded.

"If you had called the police, they wouldn't have kept you safe," said Yoongi, his voice deep and quiet as he towered over you. "Now, you're safe."

Hoseok

You clutched to your purse as the elevator took you up countless of floors. You were bouncing your knees. If you managed to solve this crisis quickly, maybe you could still make it to some of your friend's birthday dinner.

The elevator bell chimed and you made your way to your desk but the office door was propped open and there were people talking. You opened the door and looked inside. There was your coworker from the legal branch of the company and another even higher up the chain from the IT sector. The latter was explaining something to your boss, whose arms were crossed over his broad chest and his eyebrows hung in a deep frown that made you want to turn on your heel and go home. Just as you were about to return to your desk instead, his dark eyes flashed at you.

"Good, you're here," said Mr Jung. "Finally, someone with a brain," he glared at his other two employees and threw a stack of papers on his desk. An invisible blush crept to your cheeks at a compliment from someone as demanding as Jung Hoseok.

"You can go," he dismissed the other two coldly. They looked down in shame and headed towards you as you were still waiting by the door. "And Han," said Mr Jung at his legal expert. She turned around wide-eyed. "I don't want to see you here Monday morning."

"But sir-" she tried to protest and apologize but your boss gave her a look so dark you couldn't help but feel sorry for the woman. Your colleagues left and you came in and closed the door behind you. Mr Jung sat down and gathered the stack of documents. When he looked up, his current of thoughts was interrupted by your outfit. His dark eyes fixed on your stunning black dress.

"What happened?" you asked, trying to get the work started as soon as possible.

"You need to retype and edit this," said your boss and handed you a stack of documents. You took it instinctively yet as realization hit you frowned.

"Retype it?" you shook your head; there must have been fifty pages. "Shouldn't there be a digital version that we can edit?"

Mr Jung watched your eyes and for the first time since you started working at the company, you noticed how tired he looked. Suddenly you realized it wasn't only your Saturday night that was ruined but his as well.

"There was, but it's gone," said Mr Jung and stood up. "I need you to do this," he almost asked, which was another first. You were so taken back by the gentleness of his voice that you could only nod. You turned around to go to your computer when he called you back.

"Use my desk, you're going to be here for a while," he said and grabbed a laptop from one of the drawers. "And remind me to get you a different chair." He sat down on his office sofa and fired up his laptop as you stared at him puzzled.

You wondered how he knew that your desk chair, although aesthetically very pleasing, was terribly uncomfortable after a few hours of work. You had to stretch your neck several times just to make it through the day.

You sat down in your boss's leather chair, feeling utterly bizarre taking a seat at his desk. You started working on transcribing the text, however, and left out the marked places which needed to be edited later. An hour went by and then another and soon you realized you weren't going to see your friends not even for a minute.

Resigned, you got up. "I'm getting some coffee, do you want some?" you asked your boss although your tone was much more casual than normally; probably since it was in the middle of the night.

Mr Jung looked up from his laptop. "Thank you," he agreed and reached for his wallet.

"It's okay, I've got the company card," you offered a small smile which he returned to your surprise.

You went to the 24/7 cafe which was just down the street from your office. You grabbed two extra strong iced Americanos and left the barista a tip, if nothing else, as a gesture of solidarity that you both had to work that night.

"What's such a pretty lady doing alone at night?" asked a man the moment you returned to the street. A sharp gasp caught in the back of your throat as you jumped around and came face to face with the stranger.

"Please leave me alone," you said as politely as you could and hurried towards the office but he had no intention of leaving you alone.

"Where are you going? You should keep me company," the guy insisted and grabbed your wrist. You managed to slip and away and ran to your office that was just around the corner. You let yourself in with the keycard and the door locked behind you. The man staggered outside, clearly drunk.

You fixed your dress in the elevator as tears forced into your eyes. This was far from the first time a man harassed you on the street and you doubted it was the last time. You managed to calm down by the time you reached the executive floor although your mind couldn't return fully to the task at hand.

"Here," you placed one of the drinks on the coffee table in front of your boss. He thanked you as you put the other one on your desk and threw the paper tray away.

A loud gasp escaped your lips when you turned around and came face to face with Hoseok. His mouth was parted slightly and his eyebrows hung in a formidable frown. His perfume filled your nostrils, which was a welcome distraction from the hard liquor on that stranger's breath.

"What happened?" asked your boss, standing barely a foot away from you. You stared at him frozen.

"Nothing," you said quickly. He took your hand and your face turned pink until you looked down at the dirty handprint smeared around your wrist.

"Oh, that's so disgusting," you whispered to yourself as your stomach churned with revulsion. "This guy... He followed me to the building... It's fine, nothing happened," you explained as you grabbed some wet antibacterial wipes from your purse.

Hoseok's eyes burned through you as he watched you wipe another man's touch off your hand. His shoulders tensed and his right hand balled into a fist as it became clear to him just how much he cares about you.

You sat back down at your boss's desk when you noticed the tension of his body language. Once your gaze met his, his eyes shifted and he went back to work but something made you feel like the matter wasn't closed at all. The look on your boss's face gave you goosebumps and made your knees go soft.

Jimin

The traffic had taken you forever to get to the office. You must have cursed yourself half a dozen times for not just taking the subway instead of a taxi. But as you got out of the car, you came face to face with none other than your boss.

"I thought I was late," you breathed but your boss only stared at you. His dark frown dropped to your stunning black dress before it hesitantly returned to your face.

"I was going to a dinner... I didn't have the time to change - they said it's an emergency," you explained as blush rose to your cheeks.

Jimin nodded, his body tensing beneath his dark shirt. "Come, there're people to fire and a merger to fix," he said darkly and opened the door of the building for you. You stared at him wide-eyed but he couldn't have been more serious.

"What exactly happened?" you asked carefully as you cleared your throat. Although the elevator was fast, there were still thirty more floors to go. Your boss's perfume mixed with yours, creating an ambiance of musky notes that made goosebumps rise on your arms.

Your heart fluttered when he looked at you and for a split second your boss's eyes fell to your lips. He returned his gaze to the door and explained. There has been a massive breach of information which lead to an important merger to nearly fall through.

You had never seen your boss as livid as that evening. He was so furious that he was already calm. The people responsible for the disaster were already waiting in the conference room by the time the two of you reached the executive floor. Your stomach churned as you imagined half a dozen people getting fired but your boss wanted you in the conference room with him.

The crowd fell silent when you entered. Once Jimin sat down and you to his right, they began explaining everything that had happened and how it happened. Soon everyone was putting the blame on others until there was nothing but a mess of buzzing excuses. You noticed the look on your boss's face grow darker by the second. His eyebrows fell hard on his hard gaze and his shoulders were as tight as a bow. His eyes found yours and you both knew this meeting was pointless.

"Enough," he said. Although his voice was quiet, the room fell silent in an instant and all eyes turned to him.

"Come Monday morning, you don't work here anymore," announced your boss as he stood up and you followed. The employees faces fell. None of them seemed to be expecting it as they were all in high positions. "Now get the fuck out," he ordered in a voice so cold it gave you shivers.

Everyone scrammed except for an older man who you knew all too well. He was the head of the legal department and he always harassed you and the girls whenever you had lunch at the company's cafeteria.

"Mr Park," he said patronizingly, "Surely you can't mean-, we can fix-"

"No, Baek," said your boss, glaring down his employee, "You are going to fix this and you are going to make sure something like this doesn't happen to my company again..."

Mr Baek's tiny eyes flickered behind his glasses as your boss controlled his anger.

"Or I'm going to kill you with my bare hands," growled Jimin through gritted teeth. "Now get the fuck out of my face."

You watched as the man couldn't grasp what was happening. His face filled with fear soon enough and he scrammed through the door like the rest of them.

Jimin cursed under his breath a ran a hand through his hair. He turned around, his face changing all expression. His dark glare softened and his frown loosened.

"Come, there's still a lot of work to do."

You sat up camp in your boss's office, him at his desk and you in one of the armchairs. There were emails to be written, reports to be filed and information contained, but most importantly, you had to save the merger.

After working for hours, you couldn't help but look at Jimin. He was focused on some documents when his eyes found yours.

"What is it, Ms Y/N?" he asked, not ungently. The expression on his face softened each time he looked at you, making your skin prickle with heat.

"I'm glad you fired Baek," you confessed. Something came over you. Perhaps it was the late - or better yet early - hour or just the way Jimin made you feel safe despite it all.

He waited.

"He was always harassing the girls," you explained, not including yourself in the equation. A dark look obscured Jimin's eyes as his eyebrows fell into a frown.

"Why didn't you say anything before?" he asked, trying to be as gentle as possible although his anger was getting the worst of him.

"I wasn't sure that I could," you gave a small smile although in truth you wanted to cry. In every single one of your jobs, there were always men who thought they could take advantage of women and harass them. They could do so without consequences because the institution did nothing to prevent it. If you said something, you suddenly wasn't a team player anymore. The fact that one of such men just got fired before your eyes, even if not for that reason, made you feel slightly better about the world.

"Why not?" asked your boss. You shrugged your shoulders. Shallow tears filled your eyes but you didn't let them come close to falling. Jimin got up and took the armchair beside you. You looked at him surprised.

"If you'd told me, I wouldn't have just fired him, Ms Y/N," said your boss. You licked your dry lips as you studied his deep brown eyes and wondered if he was being genuine

"I thought I made it clear from the start," said Jimin as if he could hear your thoughts. His eyes dug deep into your soul and made your heart grow light. Words eluded him but not actions. He sat up in his chair and took your hand. You watched him as he leaned down and gently kissed the inside of your palm.

No matter how hard you tried to fight them, the tears forced back into your eyes. Jimin held your hand gently in his. A storm gathered behind his dark irises, but one not meant for you. For you, there was only adoration.

Taehyung

The traffic was insane. It was Saturday night and everyone was either going to a concert, a dinner, to the club or to the opera. You could barely convince your taxi driver to take you to the very heart of the city where the company was. He agreed to take you for extra money and you coincided, putting your company card to good use.

Your heart was beating madly as you waited for the elevator to reach the top. They didn't tell you what the emergency was over the phone and a part of you couldn't help but overthink that it was you who made a terrible mistake. You were dealing with important documents and even more important people every day.

Finally, the elevator opened and you immediately came face to face with a group of colleagues some from the legal departments, others from IT and cyber-security. None said a word but you could tell by the looks on their faces that nothing good had happened. One of them even pushed past you into the elevator and began to slam his hand at the button aggressively. You frowned at him but didn't bother getting into an argument.

Your boss's office had the lights on and the door was cracked open. Your heart in your throat and your palms clammy, you made your way to the office. You gently pushed the door open. Kim Taehyung was leaning his long arms against his desk, a glass of whiskey next to his hand. He could feel your gaze on him and looked up like the strike of a whip. The cold hard look in his eyes began to shatter as he took in your appearance.

"Is everything okay?" you asked carefully, not even knowing whether you really wanted to hear the answer. You clutched to your evening handbag and waited by the door.

By the look of your boss, he must have been one of those who went to the opera tonight. He wore a classic tuxedo but his bow tie was undone, his black jacket hanging over the armchair and the sleeves of his shirt rolled almost to his elbows.

"Come in, Ms Y/N," said your boss and stood up straight. He finished the contents of his crystal glass and gestured for you to take a seat. You did as he asked but when his eyes returned to you, a frown gathered on his face once again.

"What's wrong?" he asked just as you prepared yourself to be fired.

"I'm sorry?" you blurted, your eyes wide and your eyebrows raised.

"Were you somewhere important when you got the call?" your boss asked you as he measured your features. You stared him bewildered.

"I-I, no," you stuttered, caught completely by surprise.

"What is it then?" Taehyung insisted. His eyes were piercing you to the soul.

"I thought I was getting fired," you said at last although your statement sounded more like a question. Your boss stared at you.

"They told you you were getting fired?" he frowned even deeper as he took a seat at his desk.

"No, but I just presumed..." you shook your head and gestured towards the elevator. "I saw the cyber-security guys and they looked like... When I got the call, they said there was some sort of emergency, so..."

"You're not getting fired, Ms Y/N," said your boss. "I'm not firing the only competent person we've hired in years. I've called you to help me mend this crisis."

A soft blush crept to your cheeks at the compliment. Your chest lightened and you could finally think straight.

"I see," you licked your dry lips.

Your boss filled you in the disastrous leak of financial information caused by the IT department's negligence and in part to the legal team. The leak had to be contained as best as possible, which included preparing a statement for the press, calming down the partners involved and ensuring the minimal amount of consequences caused by this disaster.

You worked in his office together. It was much easier than shouting from one room to the other or even calling one another every few minutes. Taehyung was at his desk and you with a laptop on the sofa. You had taken off your heels, knowing full well you wouldn't leave for hours.

"Maybe you should do an interview," you suggested when you reached the part with the PR crisis.

Your boss rose his eyes to you, "I don't do interviews."

"I know, but this isn't wouldn't be a PR stunt or something, and I don't think a statement will be enough to calm down the press," you reasoned. "And it wouldn't be with just anyone. It should be with someone that has a lot of credibility."

Taehyung considered it. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Maybe Phia Park," you thought. She was one of the most prominent journalists at the national newspaper.

Your boss stood up and joined you on the sofa. He leaned against the headrest and closed his eyes. You hadn't noticed it before but up close you could tell he was dead tired.

"Alright," he nodded, his eyes still shut. "But I don't know how you're planning on getting through to her."

"I have her number!" you beamed, making Taehyung open his eyes. He sat up and leaned his arm along the headrest as he turned to you.

"I used to work with her for a little while," you explained. Even if it was just a part-time job during college, you did have Phia Park's contact.

"She's not as impressive as she looks," you leaned in and smiled, "But she does have a pretty good standing in the media."

"I'd say it's not easy for anyone to look impressive next to you," said your boss quietly, his gaze branded into you. Your eyes locked as a sharp breath hitched in your throat and your cheeks grew red.

"I don't know about that," you shook your head a little and smiled.

"I do," said Taehyung and the look in his eyes made sure you knew it too.

Jungkook

You got to the office as soon as you could but apparently it wasn't soon enough.

"What took you so long?" snapped your boss when you showed up in his office. He looked up from the documents scattered on his desk, a deep frown on his face. His eyes suddenly glided down your body and his breathing paused as his mouth parted slightly.

"I came as soon as I could," you protested, nearly out of breath from hurrying in heels out of all things. Clearly your evening wasn't the only one getting interrupted as you saw Jungkook in a pair of elegant black trousers and a crisp white shirt. His sleeves were rolled up almost to his elbows and exposed his tattoos whilst his suit jacket hung over one of the armchairs. Then you remembered his schedule - it was the banquet night.

"What happened?" you asked and came closer to the desk. There were so many documents you didn't even know where to look first but you surely recognized some of them.

Your boss briefed you on a major investor threatening to pull out of a deal on the grounds of some issues found in the contracts. The meeting was tomorrow followed by a classic Sunday lunch as you well-knew - you scheduled it. You didn't know how much help you would be, though, but you did as Mr Jeon asked. Each of you grabbed a stack of papers and a marker. He sat in his leather office chair and you settled on the sofa.

A part of you secretly hoped it was a minor crisis that would be solved in an hour at the latest and you could attend the dinner but the files in front of you were endless.

After an hour and hardly any work done you couldn't help but take off your heels. You massaged your sore feet with one hand and highlighted the text with the other. A pair of dark eyes fixed on you but when you looked at your boss, he simply leaned back in his chair and started working through another file.

Several hours and cups of coffee later you could barely see the letters anymore, much less read the sentences comprehensively. There were more than a dozen issues you and your boss found in the contracts that the legal team didn't notice.

"Why does this one look like it was made it AI?" you mumbled, now sitting on the floor and leaning your forearms against the coffee table. You looked at Jungkook, whose eyes were already following you. What you said actually made sense although at the same time the idea of his employees, particularly the legal branch, not doing their job properly filled your boss with rage that he managed to contain in his eyes for the time being.

You checked your wristwatch. It was coming on three in the morning.

"Somewhere you need to be?" asked your boss in a voice that was a mixture tiredness and curiosity. If you didn't know better, you could swear there was a hint of jealousy there too.

"Yes, seven hours ago," you said and leaned back against the foot of the sofa. You were done with your stack and he was revising what he had already read through.

Your eyes were soft and tired when you looked at your boss. He was tired as well no matter how much he tried to lead by example.

"Let me push the meeting - dinner maybe," you suggested and drew your boss's attention to you. He put down the documents. His gaze consumed you and made your heart beat faster but you were too tired to fight it.

"No," he said without blinking. He must have been the most stubborn man you have ever met.

You sighed and got up. You picked up your heels in one hand and the documents in the other before you walked to his desk where you set down the papers next to his.

"Am I allowed to go now?"

Jungkook stared at you, the wall in his dark eyes slowly breaking down. "Yes."

You nodded. You grabbed your purse and made for the door.

"Y/N," called your boss, making you turn around. There was a look on his face you had never seen before, a softness. "Thank you."

For a moment, you couldn't so much as breathe and your body grew weak all over. You stared at your boss and savored the gratitude in his words as well as his eyes.

"Of course," you smiled.

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