ON MY WAY TO READ RN

ON MY WAY TO READ RN

Filling for Love || Namjoon FF

things don't go as planned when you ask Hoseok, your coworker, out on a date, and his best friend—and your boss—overhears your conversation

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - namjoon x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - workplace romance au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every monday

List of Chapters

↠ Chapter 01 ↠ Chapter 02 ↠ Chapter 03 ↠ Chapter 04 ↠ Chapter 05

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"now you need a new door too". more like: you owe me a new door sir 😑

that ending tho 😀 like sir- you don't have to put me down. i mean if you want to... but really you don't HAVE to

side note: she's better than me cause i'd be following yoongi like a puppy in a second, without hesitation, i'd be right behind him, take me wherever you want sir.

Safely Yours || Chapter 02

when a bodyguard enters your life by your father's orders, you have no choice but to learn to live with him

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - yoongi x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - bodyguard au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every tuesday

Realization hits you and you gasp, lowering the cup, coughing from the unexpected heat in your throat.

"Whiskey? It's 10 in the morning!"

"It'll loosen you up," Yoongi comments offhandedly, not bothering to look at you as he casually takes a seat on a bench next to a vending machine brimming with snacks and drinks.

After a moment of silence, his voice, louder than necessary for just the two of you, breaks the quiet. "We should get going." The rest of the people, scattered around on their breaks, are too far away to eavesdrop on your exchange.

"Go where?" The question slips out before you can contemplate his intentions.

All you know is that you need to be back at your office, enveloped in the solitude that allows you to think and work without interruption.

"I need to pick up new alarms for your office," Yoongi explains, rising to his feet. His gaze finally meets yours, carrying a weight of determination. "And since I have to be with you all the time..." He lets the words hang in the air for a moment. "You're coming with me." He strides off, leaving you in a moment of stunned silence.

Almost involuntarily, your feet begin to move, quickening to match his pace. It strikes you how this must look to an onlooker – as if you're willingly following his lead, a notion that grates on your independence.

What are you doing, y/n?

A sense of self-assertion washes over you. You're the one in command here, not Yoongi. You've never been one to meekly trail behind anyone.

You halt, taking a moment to smooth out your pants and regain your composure. Your stance becomes more assertive, a physical manifestation of your inner resolve.

As Yoongi waits by the elevator, you deliberately bypass him, your strides confident and purposeful. He clearly doesn't grasp your aversion to enclosed spaces, but you're not about to explain.

With each step towards the stairs, you feel a growing sense of empowerment. This is your domain, your rules. The sound of Yoongi's footsteps following on the stairs is unexpected but doesn't falter your determination.

You give Jungkook, stationed at his desk, a brief nod as you pass by, feeling a surge of appreciation for his presence. Then, with a renewed sense of purpose, you enter your office.

Settling into your chair, you press the power button on your PC, a familiar and comforting ritual. The hum of the machine booting up fills the room, a signal that you're finally ready to start your day, on your terms.

Just when you thought you could finally focus on your work, Yoongi bursts into your office without so much as a knock. The sudden intrusion startles you, but you try not to show it.

"What are you doing?" His voice sounds more puzzled than upset.

"Working?" Your response is tinged with a hint of sarcasm. It seems obvious to you, sitting there with your computer on and documents spread out.

"We have to go," Yoongi states, planting himself firmly by the door, his tall frame almost filling the space.

"We? I never agreed to that," you push back. The last thing you want is to be bossed around by the very person who's supposed to be guarding you. The very idea feels ridiculous.

It's where you draw the line.

"You didn't understand me," Yoongi clarifies, shutting the door with a decisive click. He strides towards your desk with big, confident steps, stopping just a few feet away. His towering presence is intimidating, but you refuse to be cowed.

"You are coming with me," he announces, gesturing towards the door. "It's not a question."

Despite his imposing stance, you find his overconfidence almost amusing. You lean back in your chair, arms folded across your chest, and raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.

"Says who?" you challenge, your tone laced with skepticism. Yoongi lets out a scoff, but you notice a flicker of annoyance cross his face as he takes a seat across from you.

"Look, we'll either do this" he begins, pointing back and forth between the two of you, "the right way. Or I have no problem dragging you down four floors if I have to."

Not puzzled, you speak again. "And what's the right way?"

"My way."

"I don't think that's valid since I'm the one paying you."

Yoongi clicks his tongue and slightly shakes his head, a small gesture that speaks volumes of his mocking and self-assured attitude.

"That's where you're mistaken. Your father pays me, not you."

"Why don't you go protect him then?" you suggest with a wide smile, batting your eyelashes and resting your chin on your hands.

Yoongi doesn't take the bait, maintaining his serious demeanor. "Come on," he urges, his voice softer, showing a hint of emotion for the first time.

But you're not that easy to break.

"You can go. I'm safe right here," you assert confidently.

It's a bizarre situation, and for a moment, you wonder how your life has taken such a strange turn. Here you are, at 33, debating with a bodyguard in the middle of your office. It's almost comical, and yet, there's an undeniable thrill in the unexpectedness of it all. Yoongi's presence, while frustrating, has injected a dose of unpredictability into your otherwise routine life.

You now have a bodyguard – an idea so surreal it almost makes you laugh.

With a mental note to share this wild story with Hobi later, you refocus on Yoongi. He's an enigma, a challenge you hadn't anticipated, but one you're now facing head-on.

His growing frustration is clear from the frown on his face, but you're finding amusement in the situation. In your dictionary, fun often means making others miserably. In this case, Yoongi.

"I'm giving you one final warning, I won't repeat myself," Yoongi says, his voice losing any friendliness. "Walk to the car on your own, or I'll carry you there."

Back to his serious self already?

He walks towards the door, his parting words firm. "You have five minutes, y/n. If you're not down by then, I'll come back."

You doubt he means it. Surely, he can't just override your authority here, can he? Even your father wouldn't let him get away with something like that.

You quickly text Hobi.

You won't believe what's happening today

And set your phone aside.

Ignoring the voice in your head urging you to follow Yoongi, you pretend to work. But then, a notification startles you. It's an unknown number, but the message's context is clear. It's him.

2 minutes y/n.

He's dropped the last name formality fast, faster than you'd expected. Him using your first name feels even more commanding than before.

Have a good time

You reply teasingly, but then, just to be sure, hurry to lock your office door. "If anyone asks, I went home," you tell Jungkook, quickly rolling down the blinds.

Hiding in your office feels weird, but here you are, pretending the space is empty.

"Where's y/n?" Yoongi's voice reaches you through the door. Part of you wants to laugh, part of you wants to hide even more.

You're confident he can't enter, but something tells you he might find a way if he really wants to.

Maybe he'll give up? You hope so.

A fleeting thought crosses your mind – perhaps escaping to your home and working from there would have been a better strategy. Yoongi wouldn't be able to find you as quickly there. Sure, he might know the address, but he doesn't know the hidden corners and secret spaces like you do. The idea of outmaneuvering him in your own territory brings a slight smirk to your lips.

"She left for home," Jungkook's voice breaks through your thoughts. Ke's your guardian angel in this chaos, and you make a mental note to reward his loyalty.

The sound of Yoongi wrestling with the door handle echoes through your office. His persistent questioning about the lock sends a ripple of annoyance through you.

But then, a sudden, thunderous crash reverberates against the walls, jolting you from your thoughts. The entire glass wall trembles, a testament to the force behind the impact.

What in the world is he doing?

Another push, louder and more forceful, follows. Your heart pounds against your ribcage. Is he actually trying to break down the door? The audacity of the man!

On his third attempt, the inevitable happens. Your once lavish and undoubtedly expensive door succumbs to his brute strength, crashing to the ground with a deafening thud. Yoongi stands amidst the wreckage, nonchalantly adjusting his arm as if he's just brushed off a minor inconvenience.

How is it possible for him to show no signs of pain? What is he made of?

"You need a new door now too," Yoongi states, his voice laced with an unmistakable note of satisfaction. The smugness in his tone sends a surge of frustration through you.

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"No...no, not that one... Not that either..." Yoongi's dismissive comments echo through the aisles of yet another security store in the mall. For the last 40 minutes, you've trailed behind him like a shadow, watching him criticize every alarm system in sight.

Too quiet, too slow, or just not right – nothing pleases him.

To your surprise, there seems to be no end to stores selling security gadgets. By the time you enter the fifth store, you're fighting the urge to throw yourself on the floor in a childish tantrum, overwhelmed by boredom and frustration.

But Yoongi left you no choice. You had to leave your office in a hurry, without any explanation for the repair crew fixing your door. How could you explain that your father's hired bodyguard decided to make a statement by demolishing it?

You were utterly embarrassed.

"Can you please just pick one?" The whine in your voice grows with each syllable, mirroring your escalating irritation.

"Keep quiet. I need to find a good one," Yoongi retorts sharply, oblivious or indifferent to your annoyance.

You throw him a defiant look. "I'll leave," you declare, though the warning in his eyes suggests he won't let you off that easily.

As the store owner, looking equally weary, presents another model of alarm, you can't help but wonder when the world of security technology became this complicated. Each new gadget seems more complex than the last, and Yoongi's meticulous scrutiny of each one only adds to the tedium.

You'll find a way to even the score with Yoongi for dragging you through this seemingly endless ordeal. Whatever payback plan you'll manage, it will be proportionate to the endless minutes you've endured in these stores. Your revenge is well deserved...

Feeling utterly drained, you let out a heavy sigh and let your shoulders droop. "I'll wait outside," you announce, half-expecting Yoongi to object. With slow, dragging steps, you head towards the entrance of the store, the weight of the day's events bearing down on you.

After ten minutes, Yoongi approaches you, his hands still empty. Your heart sinks as you realize this means yet another store visit. "Are you doing this on purpose?" you ask, your voice pitching higher with incredulity.

"There's only one store left her-"

"Thank God," you interject, relieved, but he gives you a look that suggests you should be more appreciative of his thoroughness.

"If I don't find one there, there's another mall nearby," he adds.

Your face contorts in horror. Another mall? No, you can't endure this any longer.

Seizing the moment, you make a stealthy move to slip away, your mind already picturing the comfort of your home, a quiet evening far from this chaos. As you tiptoe toward the escalator, your stomach reminds you of its emptiness, growling in protest. The day's whirlwind of events, from the morning's rush to this absurd mall adventure, has left you starving and running on coffee.

Just as you're about to step onto the escalator, feeling a sense of victory, your world suddenly turns upside down. Yoongi's arm, strong and unyielding, encircles your waist, and in one fluid motion, he lifts you off your feet. You find yourself suspended in the air, your body draped over his shoulder in a disorienting and undignified position.

Panic and surprise mingle as you instinctively kick and squirm, your protests loud and clear. "Put me down!" you yell, your voice echoing through the mall. Yoongi, however, remains as stoic as a statue, unaffected by your struggles.

"Stop yelling," he commands, his tone even and unbothered.

You try to get a look at his face, but your hair falls forward, obscuring your vision. "Then let me go!" you demand, feeling a mix of indignation and helplessness.

He doesn't respond but continues walking, his stride confident and unbroken. You feel the gaze of passersby on you, their curiosity piqued by the unusual scene. Then, unexpectedly, Yoongi's hand lightly smacks your thigh, a startling action that silences you momentarily.

Did you just... like that?

The thought crosses your mind, but you quickly dismiss it, trying to refocus. As he exhales, the warm breath brushes against the sensitive skin of your hip, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

"I warned you y/n. I won't repeat myself."

↞ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

"SUE ME THEN"

i am invested in this, can't wait for the next part ✨️

Filling for Love || Chapter 02

things don't go as planned when you ask Hoseok, your coworker, out on a date, and his best friend—and your boss—overhears your conversation

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - namjoon x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - workplace romance au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every monday

"Y/n!" Taehyung whines for what must be the millionth time in the last thirty minutes. When, well, you should be the one whining. "Will you please stay still for a moment? I'm getting dizzy over here!"

You pretend he's not there, a tactic you've employed since you rushed back from the cafeteria half an hour ago. When Taehyung saw you in that state, he followed you, terrified. You briefly explained what happened and immediately started packing your things.

Kim Namjoon humiliated you. It may have been for a valid reason, but was it necessary to call you out like that?

Resigned to the fact that you won't be working here tomorrow, you retorted that you were on your coffee break and that your love life was none of his business. Because it's not. Then, you walked away, not waiting to hear that you were fired.

Instead, once you finish packing, you plan to write your resignation letter, leave it in his office, and walk the hell out of here.

You're aware of your colleagues sneaking glances, some discreetly, others not so much, but you couldn't care less.

No one's stopping you. Not even Taehyung, who's been watching you, trying to make sense of your turbulent demeanor. He's failed so far. He's in a delirious monologue, and you're in a delirious state of action. You're not in the mood to communicate right now, and he knows it, but he still thinks it's worth a try.

He only stops talking and remains quiet when you take a seat at your desk. He watches as you grab a pen and paper, beginning to write with such force that he's sure you'll get a blister, the base of your hand turning blue, same hue as your pen, as your left hand smudges the freshly written letters.

He has an idea of what you're doing. Shaking his head, he speaks up one last time.

"Y/n, why are you doing this?"

"I won't give him the satisfaction of firing me, Tae," you respond, and you know he understands. He always does, and now is no exception. Grasping the arms of his chair, he leans forward, displaying a determination and confidence that, you know, spells trouble.

"I'll resign too then!" Taehyung declares triumphantly, and you close your eyes to avoid rolling them. His attitude is endearing, yet far from rational or effective. Not that you expected rationality from him.

"Tae," you begin softly, warmed by his attempt to handle the situation, and you admit as much.

"I know you want to support me," you say, voicing your thoughts. He's been around long enough to break down your walls and earn your trust. You're only speaking the truth.

"But if we're both jobless, how are we going to live?"

"Shit, didn't think of that," Taehyung says, scratching his head, his pouty lips and eyes looking to the side. He's considering the situation, not having thought of this possibility, and now he's torn, unsure of what to do.

But in reality, there's not much to weigh.

Eventually, he nods, and a sigh of relief washes over you. Taehyung decides to drop it for now, setting aside his rebellious thought of demonstrating his friendship in such a drastic way. You're grateful that, at least, you'll still have a roof over your head.

You will find another job, but right now, your resignation is the priority.

Sliding your chair back from your desk and standing up, you hold your future firmly in your hands, a paper that can ignite change. With a deep breath, you let a wave of adrenaline and encouragement sweep over you.

It's only when you've taken a few steps that Taehyung calls your name. When you face him, a look of wicked disbelief is spread across his face.

"So, you're becoming a stay-at-home bestie..." he declares more than asks, narrowing his eyes.

You giggle and nod your head enthusiastically but don't reply. You blow him a kiss and mouth 'wish me luck' before resuming your path.

Look at that, dreams do come true...

He has an office on every floor, but he usually prefers the one on the sixth floor, just above yours. So, you decide to stop by there first. Seeing his secretary there, you smile. Getting it right on your first try feels somewhat like an accomplishment.

You enjoy being proven right; it gives you a sense of power.

As you approach and stand in front of Jimin, your smile turns a bit sad. You like the guy, you think. He seems like a nice and fun person, and the few times you've talked, you actually enjoyed the conversations. It's a shame you won't cross paths with him again. Such is life.

You're not one to make friends easily, and this extends to work friends. You have acquaintances, but with a change of workplace, these relationships change too.

"Hello, Jimin," you announce your presence, as he seems too engrossed in his computer to notice your arrival, your addition to his scenery.

"Y/n," Jimin replies with a smile that makes his eyes disappear. "Need any help?" he asks genuinely.

You nod. "I need to speak with your boss."

Jimin frowns for a moment but doesn't question you, neither your serious demeanor nor your choice of words.

I need to speak with your boss. Your boss.

Funny. You think about how confidently you address him now, almost arrogantly, and how just an hour ago you would have peed yourself at even the mention of his name by someone else. But it doesn't matter anymore. You're not working for him; he holds no power over you. There's no need to feel restrained, afraid even.

"He's currently on a break. Let me check his availability," Jimin responds professionally, even though you aren't, and picks up the phone to make an internal call.

"Namjoon, Y/n is here. Should I let her in?"

You're surprised by the closeness Jimin seems to share with him, but then again, he has been working alongside him for years. It's natural for them to develop a sort of friendship.

You hadn't expected it, if you are being honest. Namjoon doesn't seem like someone who easily connects with people. But you don't dwell on the thought; instead, you watch as Jimin nods and hums before hanging up the phone.

"He'll see you in five minutes," Jimin informs you, suggesting you take a seat in the waiting area.

You notice his smile isn't as genuine this time. There's an awkwardness to it.

What you don't realize is how aware Namjoon is of the situation.

Even though he's free now, Namjoon deliberately doesn't accept your visit immediately. He's exerting whatever power he has, intending to make you nervous, second-guess your decision, and question whether it's the right thing to do.

The truth is, since the moment you turned from the cafeteria and started your little rebellion, he's been observing you through security cameras. 

On his phone while heading to his office via his private elevator. On his PC, the big screen, since he arrived.

He finds it amusing that you think you have a say in this. Cute, he thinks, smirking and brushing his thumb against his bottom lip. Namjoon knows about your desire to quit, he's not oblivious. He also knows that as long as it's in his hands, you'll work here.

He's determined to make sure of it.

And just because he can, just because he finds some pleasure in seeing you lose a bit of your composure, the five minutes turn into ten. Fifteen. Half an hour.

He does nothing but observe your movements, the features of your face, any change in them, any sign that you're caving in.

He has plenty of work to do, but decides it can wait. He finds watching you and anticipating the show you'll put on far more entertaining.

A grin spreads across Namjoon's face when he sees you stand up, fed up with the nonsense and informing Jimin that you're coming in. 

Instantly, he presses a button to unlock his door. Unbeknownst to you, the door was locked. You think you're taking matters into your own hands, but in reality, he's only allowing you. To come in. To hold an illusion of control.

Namjoon decides to let you speak your piece. 

As you approach his desk, you attribute the trembling in your legs to the rush of adrenaline, not to the intensity of Namjoon's gaze burning into your skin. His eyes are locked on you, not diverting anywhere else.

"How can I help you?" Namjoon asks, hoping for a neutral comment. He wants to maintain his composure, to hide how much he's enjoying this. It's been ages since anyone has even tried to challenge him. He can't remember the last time.

Your proposal for a project had already caught his attention, and the way you defended yourself in the cafeteria... it intrigued him. He hadn't intended to snap and be so rude; he can't fathom what came over him. Intimidation isn't usually his style; he's known for his composure and the superiority that emanates from him. But in that moment, he displayed emotions he didn't know he was capable of.

However, you remain unaware of this. You're oblivious to everything related to his inner thoughts and feelings.

Because this is what Namjoon wants. And he always gets what he wants. And right now, he wants you.

You... fighting your battle.

"Hello, Mr.," you maintain formalities, even though you're puzzled by his calm demeanor. You had expected him to be somewhat annoyed at having his break interrupted, which you assume is a rare and precious occasion - and it is. Yet, he doesn't seem irritated; he's impassive.

You're unsure whether this is better or worse.

He gestures for you to take a seat, but you prefer to remain standing. You want to get this over with quickly and move on with your day. 

Realise how stupid your actions were tonight, perhaps cry about them, eat ice cream until your cheeks numb, and then get over it.

You have a routine of confrontation to follow, your normality, the tranquility of it. You can't afford to waste much time now.

You've made a decision and are determined to stick to it.

There's no turning back now.

Your pride won't allow it.

"Very well," Namjoon says, observing as you stubbornly remain standing, the paper still clutched tightly in your hands.

"I'm listening," he states.

You swallow hard and take a deep breath. You're ready.

Taking two more steps, you position yourself directly in front of his desk. His gaze never leaves you, silently challenging you, testing your limits, curious to see if your confidence is genuine.

For all you understand, it could be insanity.

You're not backing down.

You repeat the mantra to yourself and place your resignation letter on his desk. "This is my two-week notice Mr., I'm quitting my job."

A heavy silence descends following your announcement. You expect some form of agreement from him, perhaps a nod, as you're saving him from paying compensation – not that he lacks the funds for it, but you assumed he would at least acknowledge your decision.

This is the first instant you've felt taken aback since making your decision. His reaction, or lack thereof, throws you off. In all the scenarios you had imagined, Namjoon remaining silent was never one of them.

You find his silence... disturbing. You don't like it. It feels like something crawling up your spine, making your hair stand on end, and you have an urge to shake it off.

So, you break the silence.

"Did you hear me?"

"No," Namjoon responds, picking up the paper you handed him, glancing at it, and then back at you. A faint smile briefly appears and vanishes so quickly you almost doubt its existence. When you blink and look at him again, it's gone. Did you imagine it?

"Oh, um, I want to qui-" you start, obviously less confident now. If it didn't work the first time, now, as your certainty begins to fade, you're not sure of your impact.

"No, you are not quitting," Namjoon states, or rather finishes his sentence. Very effectively...

"I don't accept this letter." With that, he methodically tears the paper into pieces right in front of you. Deliberately, almost ostentatiously, he tosses your desire away. He stares at you, seeming to see right through you as he does so.

For reasons beyond your understanding, you find him irritating.

Irritatingly hot.

A voice inside you argues. You roll your eyes at the thought and at the man in front of you.

"Excuse me?" you say, feeling your frustration mount. The events at the cafeteria, the waiting, and now his attitude – it's all accumulating. It's completely unacceptable.

"You heard me the first time," he says confidently, further fueling your irritation.

Oh, he is so sure of himself.

What kind of sick display of power is this?

In all the years he's been an established businessman, Namjoon has never come across as this arrogant. Yes, he has power and uses it for his own benefit, but this level of cockiness? That's new.

It's only with you that he seems to have this relentless urge to push your buttons, perhaps in the wrong way. He's intrigued by you. Doesn't know how to express it.

Yet, he's aware of the power he holds.

And he's choosing to use it.

Even if it means you might end up hating him.

He thinks it's worth the risk. Even that outcome is a win for him. He's getting what he wants. He's keeping you close.

"You can't do that." He notices that you've dropped the formal 'Mr'.

Good, he hates the sound of it coming from your mouth.

No longer addressing him with any semblance of respect, he can't blame you, really. Frankly, he's surprised you haven't resorted to outright name-calling by now.

"Of course I can," Namjoon replies with a cocky tone, and you snort in response. A sarcastic smile plays on your face, clearly indicating your displeasure with the situation. The furrow in your brows confirms it, and the small nerve trembling on your temple solidifies it.

"It's against the law." Despite your irritation, you persist, not ready to give up.

But his next action leaves you speechless.

Because this time, it's not subtle. It's deliberate.

The way he smirks at you, looking provocatively, unabashedly, without shame or guilt. There's no mistaking it this time.

He takes his time observing you. Namjoon leans back in his chair, his legs spreading slightly, a further display of the power he possesses, how comfortable he is in his own skin.

"Sue me then."

↞ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 || 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↠

My Forbidden Desire

Chapter One

pairing: jung hoseok x oc

summary: Kim Kyungmi's first day of college ends up being eventful as she discovers her brothers have been keeping a secret from her. Now, she has to juggle the responsibilities of a student and a sister of the Charmed Trio and live up to the family name. On top of that, romance is blossoming between her and a student she's paired with to help do an assignment.

trigger warning: fire, mentions of blood, mentions of death (minor characters)

a/n: This fanfic is a inspired by the original "Charmed" show from 1998. While I will copy some elements from the show, I will still try to work my way around them and make it as original as possible. All the credit goes to the rightful creator and I do not intend to claim any of the elements I use in this fanfic from the show as my own.

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As Kyungmi made the final adjustments to her appearance, she was forced to take a deep breath to calm her nerves. Today was the day she had been waiting for with a lot of excitement – her first day of college. Despite her excitement, her brown locks seemed to have a mind of their own, refusing to cooperate with Kyungmi's attempts to style them the way she imagined. With a frustrated groan, Kyungmi set down her brush, accepting the fact that her hair won the battle today.

Her nerves were making her nauseous as she glanced at her attic room, decorated to her liking. From the cozy rugs to the string lights adorning the walls, every corner of the room reflected Kyungmi's personality and style. The room was her sanctuary, a place where she could run away when everything gets overwhelming. After the death of her parents, she spent most of her time curled up in her bed in the very same room.  

„Kyungmi noona, hyung is asking if you're ready?!“ Taehyung shouted from downstairs. Kyungmi couldn't contain her smile at the sound of Taehyung's voice. He was her little brother and she cared for him more than she cared for herself, despite his tendency to be loud and a bully toward her. She still loved him with all her heart. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, Kyungmi took a deep breath. She may be nervous, but she was also excited to begin the new chapter of her life. And having her best friend, Jimin, by her side made her feel less anxious about the upcoming day and the upcoming semester.

With a determined nod, Kyungmi made her way downstairs to meet her older brother Seokjin, who will be driving her to the campus as he had his own classes at the same time as Kyungmi. As she descended the stairs, she found him waiting for her in the foyer, his car keys jingling in his hand. Seokjin offered a warm smile as she approached. „Good morning, oppa,“ Kyungmi greeted.

„Morning, Mi. Ready for your first day?“ Seokjin asked. Usually, he would ruffle her hair just to mess with her, but today, he understood how important the day was for her. So, he didn't want to mess up her hair for the big day.

Kyungmi nodded, trying to muster up as much confidence as she could. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

Seokjin chuckled softly, handing her a little jewelry box. „You'll do great, Mi. Don't worry,“ Kyungmi stared at the box in his hand with surprise. She accepted his gift with trembling hands. „It's family heirloom. Mum had been keeping it safe for your first day in the big world.“ Seokjin explained, urging Kyungmi to take the box.

Kyungmi's breath caught in her throat as she carefully opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace inside. The pendant, an intricately designed silver charm glinted in the soft morning light. The beauty of it took Kyungmi's breath away. She couldn't place her finger on it, but she was sure there was a certain warmth coming from the necklace. But she decided not to dwell on something that may be in her head as she took the necklace and handed it to her big brother. Spinning around, Kyungmi gathered her hair and lifted it up. Seokjin secured the clasp of the necklace, letting it fall down his sister's neck.

As the pendant was secured, a gust of air swept through the room, causing the curtains to dance in its wake. Kyungmi's breath caught in her throat as she felt a strange tingling sensation wash over her, as if the very air around her was charged with electricity. Once the air and the sensation were over, she glanced around the room, but everything seemed to be in order again. Seokjin stared at her with concern and understanding, she couldn't quite understand it herself. „Are you alright, Kyungmi?“

She nodded, trying to shake off the strange sensation that lingered in the air. She wanted to ask if he had felt it as well, but she didn't, for a reason unknown to her. „I'm fine, oppa,“ instead, she forced a smile. „Just a draft, I guess.“ But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling she had within her. Something had changed and whatever it was, her older brother seemed to know something he wasn't willing to share just yet.

***

As Seokjin's car pulled up to the bustling campus of the Korea University, Kyungmi's excitement mingled with nervousness. Seokjin and she stepped out of the car, collecting their bags with the essentials they needed for the day. Kyungmi took in the scene of students mingling with each other and pilling out of the building. Beside her, Seokjin offered a comforting smile, his hand resting on her shoulder. „Everything will be alright, you'll do amazing,“ Seokjin's voice was filled with confidence and pride for his little sister.

Kyungmi returned the smile, suddenly wrapping her arms around her brother. „Thanks, Jin oppa,“ Seokjin sighed with a smile as he patted her head lovingly.

As they made their way toward the entrance of the building, Kyungmi's heart skipped a beat when she spotted her best friend waiting for her near the entrance. His familiar smile filled her with a sense of warmth and reassurance, easing the last traces of nerves from her mind. Kyungmi said goodbye to her brother before she rushed over to greet Jimin.

„Jimin-ah!“ Kyungmi exclaimed, breaking into a grin.

Jimin's smile widened as he enveloped her in a hug, his arms wrapping around her. „Hey, Mi!“ Suddenly, Jimin tensed in her hold and Kyungmi noticed. Jimin frowned when he felt something different about her, something present within her. Something that wasn't there last night when he had visited her at her home. Kyungmi pulled away from Jimin and looked at him, asking if he was alright.

His gazed lowered from her eyes to the silver pendant hanging around her neck. It wasn't something she had on her before, he would know as she shared everything with him, and vice versa. Well, he didn't share everything. Jimin knew what that sensation within Kyungmi he was feeling was, and now he was sure it had something to do with the pendant. A flicker of recognition crossed Jimin's features as he realized the significance of the pendant – the piece of jewelry that had held her powers hidden.

„Jimin-ah, are you alright?“ Jimin picked up on Kyungmi's worry and he quickly masked his true feeling with a small smile.

„I'm fine,“ he replied. „Just got lost in thought for a moment.“

Despite Jimin's reassuring words, Kyungmi knew there was more to it than he was letting in on. She knew him enough to recognize when something was bothering him, and this time, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her. Something having to do with herself and the pendant he had been staring at. She wanted to press further, to uncover the secret he's hiding, but she also knew that he would tell her when he felt comfortable with it. So, Kyungmi nodded and forced a smile onto her face. „Alright then,“ she said, her voice gentle. „Let's head to class, shall we?“

***

„Alright, everyone, let's delve into a fascinating chapter of psychology's history. In the mid-1800s, a German physiologist named Wilhelm Wundt was making waves with his groundbreaking research. Wundt, driven by scientific curiosity, began to investigate reaction times using rigorous scientific methods.

In 1873, he penned a seminal work titled "Principles of Physiological Psychology." This book was a game-changer, as it laid out numerous critical connections between the field of physiology and the study of human thought and behavior. Wundt's insights and observations paved the way for a deeper understanding of the human mind.

But Wundt didn't stop there. In 1879, he took a monumental step by establishing the world's first psychology laboratory at the University of Leipzig. This event marked a pivotal moment in history and is widely regarded as the official beginning of psychology as a distinct and separate scientific discipline.

So, in essence, Wundt's pioneering work not only laid the groundwork for modern psychology but also set the stage for countless discoveries and advancements in the field. It's truly remarkable to think about the impact that one individual's dedication and passion for science can have on our understanding of the human mind.“

Kyungmi sat in class as the professor explained the history of psychology. Her attention was divided between the professor's lecture and a water bottle sitting on the table in front of her. She couldn't take her eyes off of it for an unknown reason, yet she wanted to focus on the lecture and take notes when she needed. However, an uneasy feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach, making her unable to focus properly. The professor's words became distant as her gaze remained fixed on the bottle. It was a simple plastic bottle, filled with clear liquid, yet it had her almost undivided attention now.

And then, without a warning, it happened.

The water inside the bottle froze right before her widening eyes. Her heart began pounding in her chest as she stared at the solid block of ice within the confines of the plastic. A gasp escaped her lips as she recoiled in disbelief, her mind struggling to comprehend what she had just witnessed. Suddenly, she began glancing around the amphitheater, her heart racing as she prayed that no one had seen the strange phenomenon that had taken place just a moment ago.

But then her eyes met Jimin's.

His expression mirrored her own shock and disbelief, but for a very different reason. While he knew that she had been given her powers, Jimin was shocked that she would use them so openly. Or at least he hoped that was an accident. Nevertheless, he began looking around the class, also hoping no one had seen what she had done.

'The class is so boring.'

'I thought this would be better.'

'Is the rest going to be boring as this?'

'I'm so excited to learn more.'

As Kyungmi's eyes scanned the room, she turned toward the source of multiple voices. It seemed as if they've spoken something but didn't open their mouth. Her brow's furrowed as she turned toward a new speaker, disappointment evident when she realized their lips were shut. She felt as if they were talking directly to her, their thoughts projected into her mind. Slowly and surely, unease crept upon Kyungmi and even Jimin didn't understand what was happening to the distressed girl next to him.

He tried to call out her name, but she seemed lost, frantically looking at the unfamiliar faces of their future classmates. He could feel a change within her, her power beginning to rise and become stronger. Kyungmi began covering her ears. He didn't know, but the voices inside her head were getting larger in number and her ears were beginning to ring. As the voices inside her head grew louder and more unbearable, Kyungmi felt like screaming, the pressure building behind her ears almost too much to bear. But she knew she couldn't give in to the overwhelming urge, not with the eyes of her classmates now turning towards her, their whispers adding to the chaos inside her mind.

And then, in a flash of panic and desperation, Kyungmi's notebook burst into flames, the sudden burst of heat and light causing the fire alarm to blare deafeningly throughout the classroom. The students erupted into a frenzy of distress, their voices mingling with the shrill sound of the alarm as they scrambled to gather their belongings and evacuate the room. Even the professor, usually composed and collected, looked on with concern as chaos erupted around them. Water began to pour from the ceiling, dousing the flames and adding to the pandemonium as students hurriedly made their way towards the exits.

But through the chaos, Jimin's gaze remained fixed on Kyungmi, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched blood begin to trickle from her ears.

***

"Namjoon oppa!" Kyungmi called out from the moment she burst through the door of their home. After Jimin helped her calm down and clean the blood off her skin, Kyungmi excused herself for the day and decided to go home. Jimin didn't want to leave her alone after what had happened and he decided to join her. On their way to Kyungmi's house they've had an interesting conversation. No, Jimin didn't reveal his part in all of the mess, but he did act like a good friend he was to her and listened to the worried Kyungmi and her doubts. Jimin, the calm one at the moment, closed the front door gently after entering.

"Upstairs Kyungmi-ah!" The girl followed the voice of her second older brother, rushing up the stairs to his room. Jimin decided to stay behind and make himself comfortable on the sofa, this was a family matter after all.

Kyungmi disregarded her manners and burst through Namjoon's door, looking confused, worried and angry, all at once. Before Namjoon could question her behavior, Kyungmi spoke. "I have a million questions and I know you and Seokjin oppa have all the answers, so you better not lie to me,"

Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed as he watched his sister's emotional outburst, concern flickering in his eyes. He could sense the gravity of the situation, the weight of Kyungmi's distress hanging heavy in the air. Taking a deep breath, he motioned for her to take a seat, his voice calm and reassuring.

"Kyungmi, what happened? You're shaking," Namjoon said gently, his tone filled with genuine concern as he reached out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Kyungmi took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling nerves as she met Namjoon's gaze. "It's... it's hard to explain," she began, her voice wavering slightly as she struggled to find the right words.

"Hey," Namjoon pulled her flush against him. "Hey, I got you. Tell me what happened," Namjoon's voice was muffled by Kyungmi's hair as he kissed the top of her head. He couldn't help but notice the pendant hanging around her neck, so he was sure he knew what his little sister was going to ask about.

She began recalling the events that happened in class, from the frozen water to the fire breaking out right in front of her. And she didn't forget to mention the voices that felt like they were digging into the center of her brain itself. Namjoon's jaw tightened as he listened, thinking of his own first experience with magic. "Joon oppa, what is happening to me?"

His heart clenched at how desperate she sounded for answers and he prayed that his brothers turned up at any moment, but they won't be present for at least two hours from now. So, he decided to tell her all be could and if needed, the others would fill in the gaps. He sighed, looking at his little sister. "What I'm about to tell you, it won't be easy to take in. But try to keep an open mind, alright?" Kyungmi nodded, wiping away a few stray tears that have escaped. "Kyungmi, listen to me carefully," Namjoon began, his voice gentle but firm as he looked into his sister's eyes. "You need to know the truth about our family, about who we are and where we come from."

Taking a deep breath, Namjoon explained everything that has been on his mind for what felt like forever to him. He recalled the story he had heard a few years prior as well, a story about their mother and her two sisters – their aunts. „Our mother and our aunts were witches, Mi. They were known as the Charmed Ones, the most powerful trio,“ he continued, watching for Kyungmi's reaction. She listened carefully and even if his words sounded genuine, she still thought they were a joke.

„The three of them were very powerful, possessing amazing powers, one's that they used to protect the innocent and fight evil. And when they passed away, their powers were passed down to us, Jin hyung, Taehyung and I became the Charmed Trio,“ Namjoon's voice held a hint of emotion as he spoke about their family and their late mother. „We've been using those powers to help people, we've learned to control them very well,“ Kyungmi's gaze never left her brother's, searching for any hint of lies or deception. It wasn't strange for them to pull a prank or two on their sister.

Namjoon then paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in before he continued. „To keep you save, mum decided to lock your powers into a pendant and told Jin hyung to give it to you on this day,“ He explained. Kyungmi sucked in a breath when he mentioned the pendant. That would explain why strange things have happened the moment her oldest brother gave her the necklace. „That's why hyung gave it to you this morning,“ he nodded toward the pendant that hung around Kyungmi's neck.

Absentmindedly, Kyungmi traced her fingers over the pendant, realizing that it unlocked the abilities she had used that day without even trying. She didn’t realize she was lost in thought but Namjoon didn’t mind as he gave her a moment to process everything, feeling guilty over bombing her with all the information at once. Kyungmi was in an awe at the prospect of all the power that the pendant held for years, and now that power lay within her.

“We didn’t know what exactly your powers were, but I suspect you have the ability to hear other people’s thoughts and manipulate elements such as water and fire,” as Namjoon spoke, he reached out to take Kyungmi’s hand in his own, squeezing it tightly to offer his support. “Mi, we’re here for you. Whatever happens, you won’t be alone.”

Kyungmi began laughing all of a sudden and Namjoon’s brows furrowed. She suddenly looked at him, searching for any sign of amusement behind his eyes. “You’re joking, right?” She scoffed. “This has to be some kind of prank, there is no way we are involved in something like this.”

But as her eyes locked with his, she didn’t see any amusement and it made her slightly embarrassed after her sudden outburst. Namjoon sighed, reaching for something in a drawer of his work table. He pulled out a thick book that looked as if it couldn’t even fit into the small space, but somehow it did. Namjoon placed the book into Kyungmi’s hands. “This is the Book of Shadows,” he said, and began flipping through the pages to show them to Kyungmi. As the pages changed, Kyungmi could see the text and the pictures on the paper change, there seemed to be a lot of information about the supernatural beings. Her eyes widened as she took in all the words written on the pages, air stuck in her throat.

“Namjoon-ah, Kyungmi-ah! We’re home!” Seokjin called out from downstairs, and Kyungmi suddenly shut the book closed. Namjoon watched as she jumped from her seat and rushed out of his room. He placed the Book of Shadows on his work desk and followed his furious sister.

absolutely excited for all of these!

My Army Shelf | Fanfics Project

Hey babes!!! How are you?

My Army Shelf is a project I dediced to start back in December when all members enlisted. It consists of seven fanfics -one for each member- with weekly updates for each one of them!

Till the boys are back, feel free to fill the void here -I try to make it a safe place for everyone.

Let's delve into the stories. ♡

Filling for Love || Namjoon FF

things don't go as planned when you ask Hoseok, your coworker, out on a date, and his best friend—and your boss—overhears your conversation ↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - namjoon x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - workplace romance au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every monday

Safely Yours || Yoongi FF

when a bodyguard enters your life by your father's orders, you have no choice but to learn to live with him

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - yoongi x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - bodyguard au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every tuesday

No Limit || Jimin FF

it all started with a dare; beyond that, there was no limit

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jimin x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every wednesday

Thin Divide || Jungkook FF

when your crush—who's also your brother's best friend—returns and confesses his love for you, you try your best to avoid him only problem is; you both live in the same condo

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jungkook x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - brother's best friend au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every thursday

Illusion of Us || Taehyung FF

a misunderstanding sparks a rumor that you and taehyung are in a relationship what you didn't expect was him asking you to keep the rumor alive

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - taehyung x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every friday

Room for Romance || Hoseok FF

you were only looking for a roommate; the love story, apparently, came with the apartment

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - hoseok x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - roommates romance au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every saturday

Paper Vows || Jin FF

you want nothing to do with your high school sweetheart returning to town things get complicated when he asks you to pretend to marry him—and you realize you still love him

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - jin x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - marriage of convenience au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every sunday

You can read my stories on wattpad and ao3 as well. Sneak peeks only on tiktok! ♡ Find all my socials here.

hey, you missed a warning. you should add "yoongi in a black turtleneck"

oh i'm absolutely loving this

Safely Yours || Chapter 01

when a bodyguard enters your life by your father's orders, you have no choice but to learn to live with him

↠ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 - yoongi x reader ↠ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - bodyguard au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn ↠ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - explicit language, suggestive content ↠ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - every tuesday

"You have to be kidding me," you mutter, cursing your luck as you halt on the sidewalk.

Digging through your seemingly bottomless bag for a tissue, you finally find one, all while juggling your spilled coffee in the other hand. A real test of nerves, and it's only early morning.

Today's start is far from ideal. The alarm, unheard, led to your oversleeping but, luckily your housekeeper checked in about breakfast, nudging you awake.

The delay meant you skipped breakfast, and you are always in a bad mood when hungry. Add your coffee addiction to that, and you become a perfect, nerve-wracking walking ball. You wet the tissue with a bit of water, placing your coffee on a bench next to you, and pat the fabric of your beige shirt to remove the stain.

Pointless.

The stain has firmly set near the top button of your blouse.

Deep breaths, y/n. It's already Friday. Just one day. Endure hell today, and you'll be home free by evening.

You offer a nod to the security guard by your company's entrance and enter as he holds the door. The company, technically your father's, largely falls under your management now, what with his frequent trips and new fiancée. Having a mother-in-law only two years older than you certainly feels... wrong.

But if your father isn't wise enough to understand that, despite your endless conversations about the subject, then there's nothing you can do. You fought with him, you stopped talking to him, and he still chooses to have such a disturbing age gap. Eventually, you gave up and now just ignore him and his life choices.

As long as the company is safe and isn't threatened by unwelcomed interests, there's no point in fighting anymore. You are too tired and have your own problems.

Greeting the receptionist, you opt for the stairs to your fourth-floor office. Heels clicking rhythmically, you climb, preferring this exertion over the claustrophobia-inducing elevator. The mere thought of being trapped in such a confined space sends a shiver down your spine.

Shaking off these thoughts, you take the first step.

After a few minutes, you reach your office's hall. Your secretary, already at his desk, greets you with a warm smile. He feels like a brother figure, a role unfamiliar to you since you are an only child.

Jungkook works for two years now, but he already knows the company inside out. He's always been there to help, and you often find yourself asking for his advice.

"Good morning," he says in a kind way and, despite your lingering irritability, a half-hearted smile forms on your lips - the best you can manage today.

"Bad start?" Jungkook asks as he follows you into your office, but you stop suddenly at the door, almost making him bump into you.

"Who's that?" Your eyes fix on a man standing by the window wall, his hands casually in his pockets, seemingly oblivious to your entrance.

Jungkook doesn't answer right away. His silence is uncharacteristic, and you sense something is off. Turning to him, you notice he's not looking at you, his gaze fixed on the folder in his arms.

"JK?" you ask again.

"Your father sent him," he says quietly, almost like he's talking to himself. A wave of panic washes over you, but you suppress it, taking a deep breath.

Looks like today is going to be a tough one.

"Hello," you call out to get the man's attention, and walk to your desk. Jungkook comes with you.

In those brief moments, you get a clearer view of the man. His back is to you, yet his posture speaks volumes. He sports a black turtleneck, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, complemented by a sleek black watch.

He turns to look at you, and if you were a cartoon, your jaw would have dropped to the floor. You manage only to freeze in place. Yet your reaction doesn't do justice to this man's striking appearance.

He's very handsome, with wavy black hair stopping just above his ears and dark brown eyes that stand out against his light skin. The square, black glasses give him a sophisticated look and you conclude that it is his intention.

"Hello, miss y/l/n," he says, and something about the way he says it makes you want to frown.

Regaining your composure, you continue to your desk. The man has already seated himself, a presumption that rankles you. His manner of speaking is cold and formal, yet his actions display an authority he doesn't have here. Normally, visitors wait for the host to sit during a meeting - a basic courtesy seemingly lost on him.

And let's not even start on how you don't know why he is here or why your father sent him.

"How can I help you?" you ask, settling into your chair. It's apparent he has no intention of standing any time soon.

Rather than responding, he looks at Jungkook, as if his presence is an impediment.

"You can speak," you tell him, trying to be encouraging.

"I'd rather not," he replies, folding his hands and fixing his gaze on an indistinct point in the room, effectively shutting down the conversation.

Of course, today of all days, you have to deal with people who are just tiring.

You cough and wave Jungkook off, a look of plea on your face for some mental support to handle this man. He gives a small chuckle and leaves the files he's holding on your desk, then exits the room.

"I'm listening," you say after the door shuts behind her.

"How can I help you?" you ask again, and he finally meets your gaze, sitting up more in his chair.

"Me? What do you mean?" he responds, looking confused. Out of all the possible reactions you'd expect from him, confusion is not one.

If he doesn't know why he's here, how are you supposed to know?

"Ah, wait a minute," the man says, pausing you before you can speak. "Do you know who I am?" he asks.

This catches you off guard. You're sure it's your first time meeting him. You rarely forget faces, and his is one you're certain you'd never forget.

Shaking your head, you show your confusion.

"Really?" he asks, sounding surprised.

"Yes," you say firmly, as he seems not to believe you.

"I am your new bodyguard."

Say what now?

You blink several times, trying to make sense of his words.

This has to be a joke, maybe a prank by one of your friends, because why would you need a bodyguard?

"Why? Did I have an old one too?" you joke, trying to lighten the mood, but he doesn't laugh. Your chuckle echoes in the silent room.

Without humor, too, noted.

"I am not joking, miss y/l/n," he says sternly. His serious tone is sharper than ever.

Now you feel uncomfortable and lean back in your chair. It seems like it's not a prank after all.

"Then explain yourself. I didn't hire a bodyguard," you say, getting down to business. He's here for 'miss y/l/n', so let him meet her.

He asked for it!

"You didn't," he begins, and just as you're about to cut him off, stuffing his face with 'I told you so', he adds, "Your father did."

You can't help but laugh at this.

His gaze stays fixed on you, if he is surprised by your reaction, he doesn't show it.

"Miss y/l/n," he says, bringing you back from your laughter. He's not amused. At all.

Man, he really is no fun. Damn.

"I'm sorry," you apologize, not really meaning it, and wipe away a tear from laughing.

"Your father hired me last week," he continues, as if that explains everything.

Hold on.

"One moment," you say. "You really are a bodyguard?" Disbelief fills your voice, but he just nods.

"And my father hired you?" Another nod.

"For me?" And another.

You open your mouth to say more but find yourself speechless.

"Now that you've grasped the situation, can I continue?" he asks, oblivious to your growing frustration and distress.

Could your father really do this without asking? He knows how much you value your independence. He couldn't possibly violate it like that. Right?

No, it can't be. Right?

"There must be some mistake," you explain, trying to make sense of this ridiculous situation. But the man doesn't seem to agree.

"Sir Peter hired me last week," he repeats. And fuck, that is your father.

Panic begins to seep in; the room feels like it's shrinking, closing in on you. The walls inching closer with each breath you take.

You close your eyes and clutch your chest, focusing on steadying your breathing. Over time, you've become adept at managing these minor bouts of panic, often preventing them from escalating into full-blown attacks. The coping strategies your therapist taught you come in handy, making these moments slightly more tolerable.

"Are you okay?" the man inquires, causing you to snap back to reality. You abruptly stand up, your decision clear: head straight to your father's office.

Checking your calendar earlier, you know he's in today. This confusion has to be sorted out now.

As you stride forward, you sense the man trailing behind you, but you don't slow down – if he wants to keep up, he'll have to hustle. Soon enough, he's matching your pace. At the elevator, he pauses, but you don't.

"Where are you going?" he asks, reaching for the elevator button.

"Taking the stairs," you reply curtly, not breaking your stride.

You don't expect him to join you on the three-flight climb, and he doesn't disappoint, opting for the elevator instead. Yet, when you reach the seventh floor, he's there waiting, a mild surprise you choose not to show.

Both of you stay silent as you lead the way into your father's office, not bothering to knock.

"What are you doing?" your father's voice rises in surprise, softening as he recognizes you. "Y/n?" He starts to stand, perhaps for a hug, but you signal him to sit back down.

You settle on his large couch, while the man, still unnamed to you, stands stiffly by your side, hands behind his back. With a simple nod, he greets your father.

"What is happening?" your father queries, adding to your growing irritation with all these questions everyone asks today.

"You tell me," you respond, your voice edged with impatience.

"I don't understand," he replies, either genuinely clueless or trying to drive you mad. There's no other explanation.

"Who's this?" you demand, gesturing towards the man at your side while deliberately avoiding his gaze. His proximity feels suffocating.

"That's Yoongi," your father answers nonchalantly, and you might really go crazy.

Are you missing something here?

"Your bodyguard," he adds, peering at you briefly through his glasses, a smile playing on his lips that only irks you more.

"I don't need a bodyguard," you assert firmly, though no one seems to ask or care about your opinion.

"Let me decide that, okay?" he counters, his voice laced with an underlying firmness that hides threats and warnings.

"I'm an independent and capable woman. I don't need a bodyguard," you reiterate, standing your ground.

The sharp click of your father's pen against his desk momentarily startles you, but you quickly regain your composure.

You are not that little girl anymore, y/n. You can fight for yourself.

"And I say you need one," your father insists, his tone firm.

"Father!" you raise your voice, unable to contain your frustration.

"Don't yell!" he snaps back. Ironically enough, at a higher volume himself.

That's how it has always been in your house. To be heard, you have to scream, losing every right to your mind and self.

No wonder you prefer environments where you're in control of the noise – music, TV shows, anything that you can adjust to your... sensitivities.

"You're getting a bodyguard. Why are you acting so spoiled all of a sudden?" he questions.

His words shouldn't have hurt you; you're always the bad kid, the disappointment when you don't puppeteer to your parents' beliefs. You should've gotten used to it by now, and even though it doesn't bother you that much anymore, it still leaves a bitterness.

"I just want to know why I need one, father," you respond, more composed this time.

"Because I say so. Isn't that good enough for you?" he replies, the implication clear.

"I understand," you say, standing up, resigned to the fact that this argument is going nowhere.

"Have a good day," you add, leaving his office while he calls after you to wait. You don't.

San, that was his name, wasn't it? He tails you. As you pass a small balcony, he suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you aside without warning.

Too stunned to speak, you stand still until you regain your balance and then sharply pull away from his grip.

"What are you doing?" you ask in a hushed, urgent tone, conscious of the nearby employees.

"Wait here," he instructs, ignoring your question, and strides away.

Feeling out of place, you offer a brief, polite smile to your employees before shifting your focus back to your heels, feeling awkward.

Soon, he's back, holding a cup of what you guess is water.

"Drink," he commands, offering you the cup.

You stand firm, arms crossed. His bossiness doesn't sway you.

He rolls his eyes, the most emotion he's shown so far, and forcibly places the cup in your hand. "I said drink," he repeats, his tone more authoritative this time.

You'd resist more, but he seems crazy enough to cause a scene over a damn cup of water, and you decide it's not worth becoming a laughing stock at your own company.

You drink a big gulp of water, but wait...

It's not refreshing; it's sharp and burning.

Realization hits you and you gasp, lowering the cup, coughing from the unexpected heat in your throat.

"Whiskey? It's 10 in the morning!"

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