Suga had to be in a good mood because he helped Ysa with dishes. They cleaned them together, one was washing them with a sponge and the second one was wiping their surface with a cloth. Unfortunately, Ysa was the one who was washing and her scorch incredibly hurt.

"You're so slow..." Yoongi frowned without even looking at her, waiting for another plate, fork or a knife to come.

"I'm sorry," Ysa tried to be faster, but she only made it worse.

"Are you in pain?"

"Why do you think?"

"Your face is full of it. Are your ribs still aching?"

"Sometimes."

"And what's on your hand?"

"What do you mean?"

"This," he grabbed her by a wrist, showing the red pulsing map on her pale skin. "You burnt yourself. That's why you're so slow."

"It's just a small one. Let it be."

"When this is in your eyes small, what's big then?" Yoongi smirked.

"C'mon," he gestured as he was stopping running water from the faucet. "I will give you Greek yoghurt on that bad-looking scorch."

"Nah, you don't need to, Mr. Suga..."

"Shhh. If I wouldn't like to do it I wouldn't asked you in the first place."

Yoongi seriously meant his previous promise. He picked a yoghurt from the refrigerator, opened the lid and carefully put a thick layer on her red coloured skin. 

"Is it a little bit better now?"

"Much better, thank you."

"You should be more careful next time."

I would be, if you didn't push me to make your lunch faster and faster...

"I'm sorry, Suga..."

"Sorry for what?"

"Ehm, for burning my hand?"

"You're apologizing for an accident? Why?"

"I'm not sure..." Ysa murmured truthfully. "It seems like I have to apologize almost for everything. When I'm late just for a few minutes, when I'm walking too loudly, when I'm sighing too often. So I thought that I should apologize again because of my scorch. Because helping me  took already five minutes of your precious time..."

"Do you really mean your words?"

Ysa was suddenly confused because expressions of her boss quickly changed. "I'm s-sorry if I said something wrong. N-no, I don't mean them, boss."

Am I seriously so cruel and evil? Did I seriously caused all of her hesitation? Hoseok was right...I should have been more gentle.

"It's okay," he stood up from the chair. "I think you should rest now."

"What? R-rest? But what about my work? I need to work, sir!"

"Trust me. At first, you need to rest. Take a one free day too," he insisted. "As you said before, you have to obey my commands."

"But who will bring you a coffee?!"

"Are you seriously worrying about my coffee?" Suga almost laughed.

Hoseok may be right...Ysa probably is a sweet little bean.

"Coffee is important part in a life of every artist."

"Hm, how do you know that?"

"One day, perhaps, I'll tell you."

"Then I'll be glad. I'm going to be in my office. Try to sleep, Ysa. I know, it can be hard in an unknown place like this and with a person you clearly hate, but keep trying..."

Ysa did like he commanded, but it wasn't too hard for her to fall asleep. He didn't know about her apartment at all. Yoongi's place was nothing compared to it.

Her ribs ached less. With the proper medicine plan her pain had gone away and she didn't feel dizzy anymore.

When she lazily opened her eyes, there was something else laying in her bed. A small dog with cute caramel curls.

Ysa was lately thinking about Suga's words. She could evidently saw a hurt expression on his face. Maybe he wasn't bad at all, he just didn't know how to express his emotions correctly. And his generous decision...She truly wanted to hug him. Yeah, she said earlier that she would rather kick him, but now she had to sympathize with him. His work was entire universe for him and it was probably the most accurate reason why he wasn't sociable like others. 

He just doesn't know how to react in some sort of situations...

"Hello, Holly," Ysa greeted a dog and then she tapped his head. "Why are you not with your owner? He will be jealous and I don't want him to be mad at me again."

She checked the time on her mobile screen, mails and missed calls, but there were none. Fine. Also no urgent mails, but the time was quite shocking.

"9 PM?!"

Her feet slipped into her fluffy slippers. Ysa snuck out to check what changed while she was napping.

The corridors were pitch black without any of lights, TV was turned off and everywhere ruled the strict silence. She was passing around plenty of doors, but none of them led to his office.

After couple of minutes, she finally found the right path. Ysa knocked on the door. 

No response.

Maybe he's somewhere else. In the kitchen or even in the garden...

She tried to open them. Behind the door there was a small room with many of technical devices which made her feel more guilty. She was a bit scared that she may destroy Yoongi's work again.

The room was also dark like the rest of the house and the walls were painted black. It looked more like a burrow than an actual office, but she guessed this is exactly what Yoongi's style looks like.

"Mr. Suga? Are you here?" Ysa whispered, searching for him until she found him resting on a desk.

Did he really fell asleep in this weird position? How?

"Mr. Suga?" She repeated, standing right next to him. He was definitely asleep.

"Hm," Ysa then turned away, dashing to a living room to grab a warm blanket. When she came back, she threw it around Yoongi's back and shoulders. Tonight was absolutely freezing and after all, it was her responsibility to take a good care of him.

Yoongi suddenly opened one eye. "Do you need something, Ysa?"

"I don't, Mr. Suga."

"Stop calling me like that..."

"But you're my boss, boss."

"Stupid stereotypes. Just call me Suga or Yoongi or...What would you like to call me?"

Old pickle, grumpy cat, rude Asian guy, blondish hell...

"I wasn't thinking about it yet," she uttered. "But I'm okay with any of your options."

"I hope you slept well. Are your ribs still aching?"

"It's better, thanks for asking."

"Good to hear that." Suga yawned. "So, can you let me sleep now? We can talk tomorrow..."

"Of course," Ysa mellowly smiled. "Later, Yoongi."

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Hello with a new (sunday) uptade!🌇 

It took me awhile but I wanted to make this chapter as good as I can. I hope it worked even with a layer of Greek yoghurt, hehe. 

Jk (◡ ω ◡)

Actually, since this is a short story I'm surprised how many informations I put into barely 1100 words. ヽ(｡◕o◕｡)ﾉ.

But let's not get too emotional...

We'll see each other in the next chapter (or number) 😚

Until that, stay in a good mood and healthy! 🌈🌟