Sejin wasn't lying. His people came to her old apartment and helped her with her stuffs. Actually, there weren't many things to take; just some casual clothes, her artbook, acrylic paints and her favourite fluffy pillow.

At least she was a little bit happier because she didn't need to worry about her life anymore. On the other hand, it wasn't a colossal change. She could be stressed about her job instead. What if Suga's behavior will be unbearable like back then? What if he's gonna be mean?
He will be, for sure. His name was Suga and Suga wasn't the nicest person on the Earth. Even though, Ysa had to be thankful because he saved her.

"This place," she sighed tiredly. It was early morning and she couldn't afford neither a cup of cheap coffee. And her ribs were aching so badly that she couldn't properly sleep.

This day will be a total horror. A horror named Min Yoongi...

"Is it too fancy for you, Ms. So?"

"It's fancy enough. I'm not surprised."

"It's just for few days," Sejin promised her. "If there is any problem, call me and I'll talk with him. He's not a bad guy, he's just too complicated. But if you get to know him better you'll see it by yourself."

If he lets me...

Suga wasn't waiting for Ysa. Sejin's people helped her with the luggage and after then, they immediately left.

She was ringing on his doorbell for how long? Five minutes?

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming! Wait for a second!" Yoongi shouted as he finally opened the door.

"Oh, it's just you..." Was he low-key disappointed?

Of course he is.

"Good morning, Mr. Suga," and here we go again. Polite Ysa needed this job, so she was faking her mood. She was smiling, although she would rather slap him.

"It was good before your arrival," Yoongi murmured. "Come in. It's cold outside and I'm freezing!"

I thought you are colder than the actual weather...

"I'll show you your room. Don't look around. As I said before, I'll carefully watch your steps. And don't try to steal anything from my house!"

"Why would I do that?"

"Why would you don't?"

Her lips narrowed into a line.

What a jerk.

"This will be your place for upcoming days," he stepped inside. "If you don't like it, find a better one. After all, I didn't agree with Sejin's final decision..."

"It's pretty, Mr. Suga. Thank you."

"Whatever..." Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Your work plan is already on your table. Next day I'll put it in front of your room. I won't come here, I'm not pervert or so. Now, excuse me but I need to brush my teeth."

"Mr. Suga?" Ysa abruptly asked.

"What?"

"Thanks for yesterday," she pulled from her bag a chocolate bar which gave her Mr. Sejin on her first day at work. It was quite embarrasing that she couldn't afford a new one for her boss.

"I really appreciate what you did for me. I'm also thankful for Mr. Hoseok's presence, so if you speak with him tell him, please. And take this," she handed him a small gift. "I know you can probably buy a ton of these, but I don't have nothing more to give you right now. I'm honestly sorry for your lost lyrics."

Yoongi was again speechless. Once again, this little sweet bean - like Hoseok named her earlier - made him speechless. He didn't understand Ysa's  personality at all. She was humble and grateful after all of his rude sentences. Was that even possible? He was sure that every other human being would already give up.

"Review your work for today. It's on your desk."

And that was all. All of his reaction to her heart touching speech.

Ysa's work plan was long, but it was nothing that would make her nervous. She was good in planing and her time organization was just brilliant. Even her responsibilities were slightly different. However, they were still about the same thing. Especially the coffee section. During Suga's free day, she didn't need to bring him coffee from the local café a three times per day, but only once. Also, she didn't have to take his lunch from restaurant. Instead of it, she had to cook.

I'm gonna fail. I can't even cook instant noodles...

She met lovingly Holly which was really interested about a new person in the house. If Suga would be at least half of a cute like his dog, life would be so much easier...

The refrigerator was surprisingly full of groceries.

For someone who's eating out most of the time it's quite unusual...

Ysa tried to cooked something quickly, because Suga was already whining about his terrible hunger. He was distracting her all the time, so she eventually burnt back of her hand with incandescent oil.

"What is it?" Yoongi asked with a visible concern.

"Your food. Bon appetite, sir."

"Is it even eatable?" His fork nudged into a soft cooked green beans. "Where's the meat?"

"It's mixed with vegetables."

"But I wanted meat."

"You need also vegetables. They're healthy for you."

"Who are you? My mother?"

"Almost. I'm your PA, Mr. Suga. My work is to take care of you and also obey your commands."

"So be that kind and obey my commands. Give me some meat."

"I apologise, but it won't be possible."

"Why not?"

"I mixed it all, so no meat in addition."

He dramatically sighed with a palm resting on his forehead. Yoongi then stabbed some vegetables like carrots and broccoli on his fork.

"Whatever..."

"Trust me, it's not that bad. Maybe I'm not the best cook, but try it." Ysa politely spoke, standing right next to him. "Do you want some sparkling water or iced tea, sir?"

"You won't eat?"

"I made it for you so no."

"So yes," he immediately disagreed, standing up from his chair, so he could take a new plate and put another portion of her healthy nutritious meal on it.

"Eat," Yoongi's words were simple and without any interest, but he wasn't odious like he used to be. He pressed Ysa's shoulders down to make her sit on a second chair.

"I hope you don't think that I'll eat this disgusting vegetable dish alone, or?"

"Disgusting?"

Rude.

"I'm just joking. It's not that bad for someone who isn't a full Korean."

"Thank you..."

"You're welcome."

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