It was the following day. Jin was in a surprisingly good mood, he even arrived on time and did his makeup without complaining.

Namjoon never had a more relaxed day since he started this news station, hopefully Jin would stay like this at least until after the special report.

Today the news went smoothly, for once even according to script. The only disturbance was Jin making fun of a famous singer's latest stage outfit. He took one look at the orange suit with black lining, raised his left brow and just said "Well, this appears to be a Halloween pumpkin on a strict diet, someone should light a candle inside so this idol can finally start shining brightly."

The rest of the crew had to admit that this time, he was actually right, so they let it slide. Namjoon didn't even show one of his signs.

Then, everything went down the drain when Hobi started his forecast.

"I am sorry Ladies and Gentlemen," he started with an apologetic smile, "but today I have to give an actual typhoon warning. It is supposed to arrive sometime today and last the whole ."

From the side he could hear Jin's panicked voice, "Wait, seriously? You are kidding, right?"

Hoseok decided to ignore him and continued with his usual positivity, "The good thing about this is that you can at least have a relaxed day at home with your family. The government decided to cancel work and school for a day. Stay safe and..."

Once again, he got distracted by noise coming from the main desk. He turned around to signal Jin to be quiet until he finished speaking, but stopped as soon as he saw what was happening.

Jin packed up all of his stuff in a hurry, even throwing studio equipment into his duffel bag. At the same time, he tried putting on his coat. So far only one arm was in the right sleeve. A deep worried frown was etched onto his face and he continued muttering "Holy shit" and "Wait for me".

All of them just watched, until Namjoon decided to speak up

"Jin...what are you doing?"

The anchor stared at him like his boss just asked him if he wanted him to do unpaid overtime.

"What do you mean what am I doing? I'm going home! My twins need me!"

He picked up his bag.

Everyone remained frozen apart from the director, who facepalmed and gave an exasperated sigh. This was way too entertaining. Yoongi and Jimin exchanged amused glances, they knew Namjoon was in a bad position this time and couldn't wait to see just how far he was willing to go just for Jin to stay.

"You are gay, single and don't have children. What are you talking about?"

Jin gave a dignified sniff and started rushing towards the door.

"I am talking about my sugar gliders, you peasant. My babies can't be alone when the world ends. I will spend my last day with my loyal and loving family, not with ungrateful bitches like you guys here. Thank you, next"

He was nearly out of the room before Namjoon fully registered what he just said and ran after him.

"Jin, wait! You still have to do your special report! You can't leave before five, there is still time!" He shouted as he grabbed Jin's hand.

The one walking ahead of him flipped him off after he swatted his hand away and quickened his pace towards the exit.

"I don't care about that damn report. Tell Jimin to do it, you all like him more than me anyway."

"What are you even talking about? Jimin is an assistant not a , we can't let him do this," Namjoon cried out. His stress level was high again. He needed that report and he needed Jin to do it.

"Sure you can, I sent you all my notes. And Yoongi kept filming coffee boy instead of my beautiful face so it was obvious where your preferences lie." Jin had nearly reached the elevator at this point he pressed the button impatiently. Namjoon decided he had to use drastic measures and pinned him against the wall by the elevators.

"All you send me was an essay about how stupid all the people you interviewed were," the director shouted. Namjoon was only mere inches from the anchor's face, which was hardly covered by his dishevelled hair. "Then a rant about why you should get a modelling contract ! I can't have someone completely inexperienced read that out loud and call it !" he ranted, his breath heavy, fanning over the flustered trouble maker's face.

Jin's eyes flicker between Namjoon's pleading ones. The director might actually be handsome up close. He ignored the thought as he remembered why he was angry to begin with. "Also, Yoongi kept filming Jimin because he has an obvious crush and gets distracted all the time. Don't blame this on all of us." He glanced over Jin's expression, he wondered if he was even convincing his spoilt employee anymore.

Jin just scoffed. "And this concerns me because...? As I said, I'd rather spend my time with those I love than with all of you. No one in this studio appreciates me enough." He finally pushed Namjoon off him, dusted his coat and turned back to the elevator.

Namjoon brushed his hair back and finally gave up on the last bit of dignity he had. He tried pleading, he wouldn't even start with logic since Jin seemed to be very resistant to that and an out of options.

"What if I give you a pay raise?"

The other stopped in his tracks. Then he looked over his shoulder.

"Only a pay raise?"

The taller of them sighed, he couldn't believe the audacity of this man.

"And I will try to find you a new makeup artist."

Jin nodded slowly. But there was a glint in his eyes that told Namjoon he wasn't quite finished yet.

"My poor sugar gliders will be stressed out after the typhoon and I can't be there to calm them. They will need some new toys and the fancy food. You know, the limited edition of Gordon Ramsey's sugar plum plum snacks for sugar gliders I don't want to risk their health."

"I will buy it! Even if that name sounds way too complicated and overpriced! Anything, just stay. We announced this report months ago and our quotes are higher than ever, we can't fuck this up." This wouldn't make any difference, he already caved in and resorted to bribing. He clearly lost this time

Finally, the anchor turned around.

"I will be quite stressed as well..."

"I got it, I got it. Lunch is on me the next week. Just go back in there, please." Namjoon's shoulders slumped down in defeat. He would have to use his own savings, there was no way he could get the company to pay for this.

A triumphant smile had spread on Jin's face, but at least he picked up his bag and returned into the studio. Namjoon sighed as he followed through the open door. He heard the usual "I am back bitches."

Once again Jin got a reward just for not refusing to do his job. Which he got handsomely paid for.

Just business as usual at BT21.

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AN: Never forget the Suga Glider.