Job

AUTHOR's P.O.V
The strong male stepped inside a rectangular room, stretching as far as the eye could see with equipment of all kinds stationed at different corners. In seconds, the vast movement occurring had suddenly halted at his arrival. That's what his daunting presence does.

His eyes calmly observed the room of young trainees with his hands stuffed inside the pockets of his slack trousers. The light blue, long sleeves button ups were rolled to his elbow, revealing the veins of his arms. The sound of his Chelsea boots' heel echoed through the room before his steps slowly came to a stop.

The man sitting on a chair placed in front of the kickboxing mat stood up. "Assemble!" He bellowed, walking towards the boss to stand next to him. All the trainees immediately ran as fast as they could and gathered in front of the big boss.

Showing off a sluggish attitude is a death wish.

The trainees bowed their heads in respect, the sound of their frantic breaths resonating in the quiet room. "How's everything going?" The unnerving, deep voice of the leader questioned, keen eyes discreetly wandering around each boy, each body proportion.

"Everything's going well, boss." The guy with black hair and turquoise highlights responded, nodding his head. The leader remained silent, eyes still scrutinising every person. They only rested when they fell on one of the boys in the gather whose body shivered visibly. His eyes were fixated on the ground, fear seeping through every part of his build. The leader poked his inner cheek with his tongue, tilting his head.

"You," he pointed at the boy with his index finger, causing him to slowly lift his quivering gaze from the floor to finally meet the boss' sharp one. Without further words, the others stepped aside, giving enough space for the head to walk towards the boy. He moved closer to the younger, his intimidating frame towering the other's wrecked one.

The leader then pulled out his gun from one of the pockets of his trousers, handing it to the boy as an eerie silence took over. The boy stared at the corrupted metal piece with wide eyes, panicked with whatever was about to happen. "Shoot." The leader deadpanned, his orbs not twitching even a bit, observing every breath, every shiver of the younger.

Gulping down whatever little confidence he had, the boy cautiously took the gun from the boss. He was about to move to the shooting section, when out of the blue... " Who asked you to move?" The boss' voice echoed, catching the younger in surprise as he shut his eyes tightly, his mind falling into a haze of fear. "Shoot the target from here." The leader spilled out, keeping his eyes on the trainee. The boy slowly raised the gun, aiming it to the target.

Bang!

Terror crawled up to every inch of his skin when his eyes saw something he never wanted to see. The bullet didn't pierce the bullseye.

Absolute stillness took over every other person in the room, anticipation growing in their minds as they watched the boss tilt his head to a side with a wicked smile stretching his plump lips. He gently grabbed the gun from the younger's hand and...

Bang!

The others flinched, gasps resounding in the dreadfully quiet space as they tore their eyes away from the repulsive sight. The sight of a boy lifelessly sprawled on the floor after being shot dead on the head by the boss.

He loathed imperfection.

Placing the gun back into its place, his hooded eyes moved to the other trainees. "Bangtan Empire is not a place for you to joke around like it is completely bullshit. That—" he pointed towards the target, dragging the boys' sights to look at it. "—is nothing. You will have to face targets that are far worse when we'll fight our real rivals. If you can't even fucking hold a gun properly, you can fuck off!" He thundered, clenching his jaw.

"Yes boss!" They yelled in unison, straightening their postures. "Kill the boys that are like him. Don't keep 'em." The leader said, glancing at the man that is standing obediently on the same spot. "Noted, boss." He answered, nodding his head. "Train harder. Go!"

"Yes boss!" The group of trainees bowed their heads at the leader before running towards different sections. He ran his fingers through his hair, licking his plump lips. "Ready to meet your assistant tomorrow, boss?" He turned his head to the owner of the voice, only to see he was shooting his bunny smile.

"Excited, Justin."

-

Y/N's P.O.V
"Thank you." I shot the girl a sweet smile then grabbed the keys of my rented room that were placed on the counter before walking towards the stairs. I strolled up a couple flights of narrow stairs then went across to find door number 12.

Twisting open the doorknob with the key, I slowly entered the room. Glancing around the space, I heaved a sigh of relief. Okay, it's not too bad. It's alright. A couch occupied the square living space with a door at the end for the bedroom. I went straight to the bedroom and crashed down on the single bed to the side. The shopping bag containing some new clothes for tomorrow slipped through my fingers and plopped to the floor. I took a sigh.

I need that job no matter what.

I can't live like this.

The Next Day

Looking at myself in the mirror, from head to toe, I carved a wide smile studying my own gorgeous reflection. I placed my palms on my hips, chuckling to myself as I spun like a kid. I am wearing a black pencil skirt with a long sleeve, high neck white blouse. For the shoes, I chose a pair of black ankle booties. Lastly, my neatly combed hair had been put up to a high ponytail with the curtain bangs hanging down my face.

"Alright. All ready."

I went to the bed to collect the bag that I also bought yesterday. However upon reaching for it, I noticed another item lying beside the bag. Ah, the flyer. Changing course, I reached over to pick it up instead. I let my eyes wander across the paper that was about to change my life. The subtle grin on my face slightly lowered when a piece of text towards the bottom I had not noticed before caught my eye. In the smallest font, situated right at the bottom as if trying to conceal itself behind the bigger message, were a series of black numbers. My head tilted, inspecting the unfamiliar numerical values written on the flyer. Strange to have for a job promotion flyer.

Instead of wasting my time, my shoulders shrugged as the paper slipped between my fingers to float back down. Taking a hold of the bag, I slung it over my shoulder, approaching the mirror to check myself out one last time.

I shot a flying kiss in the mirror.

Gonna get a new job soon. Be ready, bitch.

-

AUTHOR's P.O.V
Y/N let out a nervous breath, hoping it would calm her nerves down as soon as her tracks stopped in front of a prestigious building. It rose multiple levels above ground and how wide far it stretched out was a mystery. The windows tinted black from the outside to block any sight into the inside, almost trying to hide the contents of the building. She stared wide eyed at how large this place was. This is where I will be interviewed? Wow, spectacular.

Yet it was unlike any other company building she had ever seen or heard of. Usually, they towered tall with clear windows and an elegant presence. And in the city. This was not in the city. In fact she had absolutely no idea where she had arrived. Why was this place so desolated? A weird place to have a company building, Y/N thought for a moment before glancing over to the entrance door.

In front of the double sided doors stood two hefty men, patiently and silently situated there, dressed in all black like guards from those war movies. It would be a lie to say it was disturbing a tiny bit. She had never seen people opening entrances for business buildings. She quickly shook the thought away and took a deep inhale before making her way inside when the men automatically slid the door open.

First impression is fucking important, duh.

Y/N looked around, trying to find something like a signboard that would signal the direction towards the office where the interview will be held. But nothing came into view. Just as she was about to turn, from the side came a guy who approached her and offered to show the directions to the office. She bowed slightly and shot him a warm smile, following his lead to the room. Once they reached, she glanced around the room to find a wide space occupied with other women on the white velvet couches placed on the sides of the room, giving a pathway down the centre. She found an empty spot and sat down next to a woman that looked gorgeous in her own outfit.

She was wearing a grey halter matched with a black T-strap heels of hers. Simple beauty, but her confidence was her key. She looked ready, prepared, and well excited for the interview. Y/N looked away from her as her head slowly turned itself away from the girl. But through the corner of her eyes, she could see her gaze peering at her way from head to toe before flipping her hair which she found absurd. Okay, maybe admiring her wasn't really a good idea, considering her shift in attitude.

"So... Here for the interview?" The lady asked, crossing her legs while tilting her head towards Y/N. "Yeah. Quite nervous actually." She grimaced, not really giving her best to keep things friendly. But no matter how annoying her demeanor was, she couldn't just make an enemy on the day that might cool down the wrath of fate and erase the bitterness that lingered in her life. $30,000 a month! Who wouldn't fucking want that?? Maybe it was risky showing up with absolutely no knowledge of assisting the CEO of a company, but at this point, where there's no turning back, who really cared?

How hard is coffee making and schedule planning anyway?

"I'm quite surprised with the way they sent out the job promotion this time," the lady began to start a conversation. "Flyers," her brows raised up and down in a sort of amused or perhaps judgmental manner. "It was quite devious of them. What did you think about it?" She turned her attention to Y/N's way for the response.

Y/N, however, was taken aback by her sudden question. Devious...? For flyers? She tried to rack her brain to decode what the question could have meant while concealing her look of confusion to avoid making a fool of herself. But she honestly couldn't find anything wrong with it. "Emm, isn't that how people normally get job positions promoted?" She mumbled, unsure if she was saying the right thing.

The woman's eyes locked in with hers. It was a piercing sort of stare as if she was trying to look through the girl. Y/N dared not blink in case it toppled the facade she was trying to maintain. Sure, she had no idea what this woman was going on about but there was no way she was going to show her that. The woman stared hard for a good few moments before a high pitched laugh was heard. Y/N's eyes blinked, taken aback by her laughter, yet relieved her stance was still strong.

"Yes, you're right. Perhaps that's what they were intending to do," the woman said, brushing her hair back and gazing around the impatient nerves of the other girls that filled the space. Y/N couldn't help but sigh that she had said the right answer though she was still trying hard to understand what it meant. "Something with a low profile that wouldn't prompt too many people finding it," she kept going while Y/N tried to comprehend it. But the more said the more puzzled she became. "Since the last time everyone knew he needed an assistant and well... We all heard of how that went," the girl's eyes rolled as she stressed on the last few words.

However, it spiked confusion for Y/N. Her brows furrowed together. Clearly these people were already aware of this company's reputation and history. But the whole flyer thing was bugging her. "Wouldn't sending out flyers make things more obvious? Since anyone can read and find them?"

"Well yes, for people above ground. It's not how we usually send messages. It was very smart though, the series of numbers got the message received for us."

Oh what? The numbers meant something?

Just as Y/N's lips parted to further inquire, a distinct party of footsteps captured the attention of every ear it caught. Y/N's gaze instantly turned to her left where glass doors were situated at the front of the room behind two men. The room held their breath as clicking of heels were approaching and men stretched their hands to pull the double doors.

A gasp almost escaped her lips as not one, but multiple figures sauntered their way through the doors. Seven tall, beautiful men dressed in black suits. Each obtaining a unique charismatic quality to them, so as they stride together, it sparked an ethereal perfection.

As the seven of them were making their way through the room with the eyes of all the women seated on either side completely immersed in their appearance; Y/N could not remove hers from one particular man.

His stride was the strongest as he walked ahead of the others in the center, portraying power, authority and leadership in his stance. A dark navy strand curled down against the gelled-back hair to lay beside his eye. And his eyes... From the side they already looked too sharp and cold to stare into. Yet Y/N could not bring hers away from him. She was more than just captivated by the beauty this one man could hold.

Whilst Y/N's gaze was on the man in the center, she failed to notice that someone else's eyes were on her.

Towards the edge of the group, closest to the awed girl was a man with black locks that matched with the mystery of his eyes. Eyes that had suddenly locked in with the curiously awed girl gracefully sitting on the white velvet couch. From the moment they entered, her presence caught his attention like a crystal gem amongst dull, faded rocks.

He noticed how her mouth slightly hung agape with her eyes clearly on someone else. Unconsciously, the corner of his lip rose upwards.

The door of the interview room automatically slid open as the boss stepped inside. He went towards the table at the back and sat down on the black leather chair. The rest stood beside him, three on each side and waited for the interview to begin.

A Few Hours Later...

The woman stepped out of the office; a disgusting pride painted all over her face. Y/N mentally rolled her eyes, feeling like throwing up right there, right then. "I guess it's your turn." The woman said in her smug attitude as she sat back down while flipping her hair. Y/N arched an eyebrow in surprise as she looked around, only to see the others were all on their phones, probably waiting for the results.

So... I guess it's really me.

Y/N stood up from the velvet couch then hung the handbag on her shoulder. She adjusted her attire, making sure everything was perfect before walking towards the door filled with pulsating nerves and grabbed the door handle. Here goes nothing. She pushed the door open to find six men in tuxedos standing next to a table in a line, three men each side.

In the centre relaxing on the armchair was him.

She swallowed back her tensed thoughts, observing the cold and emotionless expressions plastered on each of their gorgeously handsome faces. It had barely been seconds and yet the air seemed to be getting warmer already. Y/N took a deep breath before slowly making her way towards the table and stopped in her tracks arriving at the front of it.

The leather chair was facing the back, preventing her from seeing the man sitting on it. The beat of her heart subconsciously increased as she waited intensely to see his face again. Suddenly, the chair turned itself around, revealing the figure with the dark navy locks and legs crossed. She felt as if her breath was almost knocked away. His features were striking. Too striking to believe. His aura was unreal, almost pleasurable yet dangerous at the same time.

His hooded eyes met hers and oh God, anybody could drop to their knees and beg for his mercy just by looking at his eyes. That's how intimidating it was. His lips... Perfectly shaped to attract the attention of any eye that lays upon him. His dark navy hair, styled back with a strand curling down his forehead. Y/N pursed her lips, lowering her head.

I can't continue looking at him. I might die.

"Sit." She flinched a little hearing his deep voice before nodding her head, gently pulling the chair that was placed in front of the table to sit down on it. Her eyes then caught the clear sign display that was placed on the right corner of the table.

Park Jimin

She nodded her head slowly. So his name is Park Jimin... Wow, nice name. He suddenly extended his right hand, his left one still occupied with his phone as his eyes stayed glued to the screen. Y/N frowned while looking at his open hand in confusion before back at him. "Err... P-Pardon?" She asked softly, trying her best not to piss him off since he looks like someone who you shouldn't be messing with.

His eyes shifted from his phone to her. "Where is it?" He asked indifferently, eyebrows slightly furrowing. Y/N's hands started shaking at the cold and firmness he exerted with just a voice.

"Where is what...?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Documents? Certificates?"

Shit...