I get a call from the office a few hours after I've gone to bed.
I got the job.
I say nothing for a couple of minutes, trying to process what I'm going to do now.
There's a knock at the door, but it's 12:37am and I've heard all those kidnapping stories so am scared to go and open it. Phone search light on, I creep down and look at the camera that shows if someone is outside…
ITS ICE COLD BOSS.
How tf? Wtf? Why tf?
I'd rather let a serial killer in at this point.
I slowly open the door and Mr. Choi glares into my eyes before slipping past me into the apartment.
'Er…Mr. Choi, I-' I stammer, but he's already off. I lock the door and run after him. He's made himself comfortable on the pearl white sofa.
'DIDNT know you live this far,' he murmurs, then adds a little louder, 'How long to get to work?'
'1hr 47 minutes I think..?' I half whisper. 'Uhm, is there anything I c-'
'No.'
Silence.
I glance at the time then at him.
'Was there a reason you came, sir?' I ask boldly.
He merely sneers and bites his lower lip.
'You're asking me to leave, eh pretty boy? Looks like you've got a whole attitude to work on.'
"you're the one with the attitude," I think, but swallow and bow.
'Joesonghamnida, Mr. Choi.' I say instead.
He smirks and looks at me like he's… impressed? He eyes my Pj's then looks at my face.
Wtf is going on??
'I did email you the rules,' he finally says. 'You didn't answer your boss already?'
'I didn't have time,' I half snap. 'And don't tell about the job, I nev-'
'Oh, sit on my face with your talking back, b*tch!!' Mr. Choi's voice becomes a growl and he stands abruptly. 'What's wrong with you?'
'Sorry Mr Choi.' I say quickly.
He walks up to me so close that my eyes cross on his top shirt button.
'I came to say goodnight,' he says in a half whisper.
'Goodnight Mr. Choi.' I swallow. He walks to the door, flings it open and is out in a second.
But didn't I lock it??
Wtf.
He comes in to sit down, look at my pjs and then leave.
1.4 hr journey to do that?
My list of suspicions
-his eyes keep glinting red
-he travelled a long journey to look at my pjs
-his hair is coal black
-he smirks too much
-he let me on the job even tho I clearly failed the interview
With this in mind, I clamber into bed and shut my eyes tightly.
Within hours I fall asleep.
*********
On Monday I set off for work at 3:00am and get into the building at 7:30. Shift starts at 7:45 (sad assistant timing) & so I look for directions to the boss' office.
'Yah!! Yejoon-ah!' Comes Arin's voice as I stumble into an elevator. She steps in and so does Beomseok and five guys behind them.
'Welcome to the employee family!' They cheer.
'Oh! Gamsahamnida!!' I bow, unable to stop beaming.
'You're early,' Beomseok comments. It goes unnoticed as Taeyong cleans his glasses and puts them on, then shakes my hand.
'Good to see you again!' He's so warm and friendly when I'm not an interviewee. Arin shakes my hand, and Beomseok and two of the boys.
'Hey I'm Soobin!' One smiles.
'I'm Beomgyu- we're actually twins.' The second one shakes my hand enthusiastically.
'I'm Han- this is Hyunjin.'
'Hey everyone…hello..!' I bow to everyone in turn and the lift opens to our new floor.
'Already,' Beomgyu groans. 'Soobin-ah! Come on, let's go!'
'Should I take you to the office, Yejoon?' Taeyong offers as the others sail off to their business.
'Oh, yes please,' I smile.
He takes me to Yeonjun's office and leaves me outside, saying
'Good luck!!'
I smile back and knock on the door. Yeonjun's 1st assistant opens the door and I enter. She eyes me as if she's hating on me already - maybe she's afraid I'm stealing her job.
'You're late.' Yeonjun sighs.
I check my watch - 7:46am.
'Joesonghamnida Mr. Choi… it won't happen again sir.' I bow.
'Better not, pretty boy.'
1st assistant's eyes widen and she stares between us.
'Hey you, go and get a day off. I need to see how this little squirt does his job.' Yeonjun leans back in his chair.
'But sir, he's second assistant! This is MY job!' Assistant half yells. 'I'm your first ass-'
'BO BAE,' Yeonjun barks. 'Shut up. Out.'
Bo bae scurries out, knocking me over as she goes. I fall and she steps on my finger with her heel so I gasp.
'What just happened?' Yeonjun shoots out of his chair and is at my side in a second. 'Are you hurt?'
Is it my imagination, or does he sound concerned?
'Ani…aniyo Mr. Choi I'm-I'm fine…' I lie, sucking my bleeding finger.
Yeonjun is glaring at me so hard that if looks could kill I'd have died already.
Oh, so he's got personality disorders.
He takes my finger into his hand and examines it before dropping a kiss right on the injured part.
I'm stunned.
Out of my skin.
Not understanding.
WTF…?
I look at him and then at my finger- and right where the wound was is now completely healed skin.
DOUBLE WTF????
To add to my list of suspicions-
HE JUST MADE MY WOUND HEAL.
'Back to work. I drink water at exactly eight every morning, get on with it.' Yeonjun has switched back to cold mode as quick as that.
'Yes sir,' I scramble to my feet and almost fall again.
Aha! Mr. Choi has my blazer in his fist.
His teeth are gritted as he stands me up.
'Stop getting hurt.' He jeers.
'Joesonghamnida Mr. Choi. It won't happen again Mr. Choi.'
I half duck run out of the room and try to walk calmly to find a water dispenser. There should've been one on his office, there was one in Abba's. At 8:01 I run back to him ready for the jeering and sneering and anger. I couldn't even find the cafeteria! SHOOT.
Yeonjun's sitting with his legs propped up on the table looking as unfazed asf.
'Sir, I-' I begin, but he interrupts;
'The water's over there, you dummy. I'm going to drink it late now.'
'Joesonghamnida Mr. Choi….I-It won't happen again Mr. Choi…' I quickly pour him a glass of water and hold it out. 'Here sir.'
He Bombastic-side eyes it and does nothing. If only I could splash it at his face.
After a couple of seconds he takes it and shoves it on his desk to sit with the over-organised books and vase. I stand there for about 5 minutes before there's a knock on the door - so I have to go and open it. It's Taeyong.
He goes and gives Yeonjun a USB stick.
'Here are the files as promised, Mr. Choi.' He says boldly.
Yeonjun glares coldly and and shoves the USB At me. I stand a little clueless.
'Check the files!' Taeyong mouths, and inclines his head at the computer. I quickly do, and scan the documents which are A-Z -except G and H got mixed up.
'Umm… Taeyong, you-'
'WHAT?' Yeonjun barks. 'I don't tolerate that! Say MR. LEE!!'
'Joesonghamnida Mr. Choi!' I gasp. 'M-Mr. Lee, the files G and H must've got mixed during the import to the USB… I'll sort it out f-'
I'm interrupted as Yeonjun plucks the USB from the computer and throws it at Taeyong.
'Do the files again.' He smirks. 'I need them in by 2am. Oh, and let's get G before H for this time. F****r.'
'Joesonghamnida Mr. Choi. It will be in order for next time.' Taeyong slips out of the room and disappears down the corridor.
'I have some emails that need answering,' Yeonjun sighs. 'Go ahead and sort them out.'
He shoves a laptop at me. 'Your office, please.'
'M-my office??!!' I gasp.
I HAVE MY OWN FCKING OFFICE? FR FR?
BEST. JOB. EVER. (almost)
Yeonjun opens the side door to reveal a small room which is SO FCKING TIDY I COULD NEVER.
It's white aesthetic too!!
'In.' Yeonjun barks.
I take the laptop and trip into the room, injuring my knee. Yeonjun just watches me struggle to my feet before lifting me up by the underarms and half-throwing me into the chair.
'Gamsahamnida Mr. Choi…. I'll do as you said…'
I open the laptop and there's an envelope in the desk so I open that too.
BINGO!
It has the pass word and the inbox details for my first task!
Yeonjun then turns to leave and mutters something under his breath that sounds like "cute."
WTF????? TRIPLE WTF!!!
I get the job done in a couple of hours. The lunch bell goes so I walk back into Yeonjun's office to tell him I'm going to the café.
He's gone.
I decide he might've gone out to get something….but he would've asked me to get it, right??
I walk over to his desk and look around. I'm totally alone. I sit in the chair and put my legs on the desk like Yeonjun does, then put on my best smirk and sneer.
'Hey you little twat, get me one cup of water, hey you-'
'You're cute.' A voice interrupts me.
I gasp and turn and GUESS WHAT ITS THE BOSS.
'I'm so-'
'Lunch time, off you go.' Yeonjun smirks and stands me up by the arm.
He has a deep cut across his cheek.
WTF??????????
Where did he come from? Where tf did he go??
I stumble towards the door and fall on my knees.
'Should I go and et you some lunch Mr. Choi?' I bow.
'Get your own. I'm not hungry.' Yeonjun settled in his swinging chair and pulls out a file. 'Out.'
'Yes sir,' I stumble out of the room and shut the door behind me. I go down to the cafeteria and buy some lunch before going off to sit at a table.
'Look, there's Yejoon!' I hear.
I turn to see Beomseok and the lift group oming towards me.
'How was it???' Beomgyu settles beside me.
'Mr. Choi was absolutely HORRIBLE to Taeyong!' I gasp. 'I'm so sorry, Tae.'
'Oh, it's nothing!' Taeyong smiles. 'I'm used to it.'
'How did it go? I want to know everything.' Soobin pushes a drink towards me in an attempt at flirting.
'Ignore him,' says another guy coming and sitting at the table. 'You're the new employee??'
'Yes,' I reply. 'I'm-'
'Yejoon.' A boy sits on the last chair. 'I'm Kai, that's Taehyun.'
'Hi guys. It's great to meet you all.' I smile.
'Cheesy,' Han cringes. 'You were telling us about your day with the king,'
That gets the laughs it deserves.
The last two of the lunch gang (Jisoo and Jennie) join and I tell them the whole story of the boss' weirdness. There's a thoughtful silence.
'It's your first day, and Beomseok said you live quite far.' Han says quietly.
'So??' I ask.
'SO,' Han shakes my shoulders. 'You're nuts! You woke up too early and are insane and seeing things. End of story.'
'No one can dissapear or reappear.' Hyunjin says.
'I do,'
We all turn to see Taehyun behind my chair holding a cafeteria spork. It's freaky and funny at the same time, and Kai goes on to explain Taehyun is great at magic tricks.........…..
The conversation drifts and drifts and soon we've forgotten ALL about Yeonjun.