Today, I was extremely bored at work. There was nothing to do except for cooking.

Now, I didn't need to be such a B about things that go on in this company but I want some DraMa to begin my day. I am not sure why I feel so empty today, but I want to witness a drama happening or become a part of one too!

Saying less, I see a girl with her assistant walk into the kitchen area. Probably hunting for some medieval food for her taste.

I roll my eyes, hiding inside the square with my back towards the wall.

Somehow, Kimona peeps into the square and raises her eyebrow.

"Aren't you going to tend to your customers? What are you getting paid for?" There comes the drama which 'makes my day'. I roll my eyes again, kicking myself off the wall to look at her insignificant face.

"First of all," I begin to grab the needed vegetables from the freezer, "I ain't a service woman. I'm a chef. Pay some respect." I say sternly. It's been two days, but I'm already done with this stuck up snob.

"Second of all, it's your responsibility to ask for what you want to eat. I'm not a mind reader nor do I use telepathy." I say to the younger woman who clenches her jaw.

"Whatever. Make me some pasta."

Which pasta, snob? There's like 20 varieties I can make.

"Yes ma'am." Ticking her off at equal intensity, I begin to cook all by myself.

In a record of seven minutes, thanks to the preheated oven, the dish was sizzling hot and served to the girl who sits in the middle of the large table.

"Wait." Her annoying voice halts me up. She takes the fork, brings a bite to her mouth after eventually blowing off the parmesan. My blood boils looking at her.

"It's a lot of cheese. Make me another one." She demands. My eyes pop out at her request. What in the hell does she mean with "A lot of cheese?"

"Which cheese... would you prefer?" I ask again, trying to stay as calm as possible.

"Don't you know what kind of cheese goes with pasta?"

"It's spaghetti. The only types of cheese that go with spaghetti is mozzarella and parmesan." I argue.

"You're not being American. Add cheddar for me." Says Kimona. My Italian persona was capiche'ing at her. This girl isn't going to survive in the wild. I assure the gods.

As I take her plate away to make a new one, my heart was beating too loudly. I never liked wasting food.

"Hey, Nari." The man with the deep voice walks inside with his hand stuffed in his pocket.

He walks too close towards me, almost kissing me. I remind him there was an entity sitting here, but he steals a kiss anyway.

"What brings you here?" I ask, looking at my watch to find it was almost lunch time.

"Someone forgot to pack me heavy lunch. You know fruits won't fill me up, right?" He says and catches a glimpse of the pasta plate in my hand.

"Wow, and you're eating this by yourself? How unjustly are you." I chuckle.

"This ain't mine. She didn't like the pasta and wants cheddar instead of parmesan." I say. He makes a face of not believing her audacity.

"I know." I nod my head.

"I'll eat it. It's still fresh." He says while grabbing the plate from me. "But wait—"

"I don't care. I'm hungry." He says. Maybe my nature of never wasting food rubbed off on him too. I pat his head as he rolls his eyes at Kimono who wasn't looking in our direction.

"Make sure to put a lot of 'cheddar' in freaking spaghetti." He says, his sassiness always makes me chuckle. I love him for this reason, out of the many others.

After I've come back with yet another plate of serving, I place it in front of her.

"It's melted? I don't like melted cheddar—" As Kimona was complaining about it, Taehyung pushes his chair with a loud screech as he strides towards us.

Taehyung would never hit a person, but he sure would destroy them with his words.

I wanted neither of them happening.

I stop him by his chest as Kimona stared at him with wide eyes. Of course that was unexpected from a person who always stayed calm and pious in any situation.

"Tae, baby calm down—" I force him to sit down but he bursts open like a mountain of lava.

I get to know his anger was directed in Manu spheres, not just for what happened right now.

"You're being a spoiled nuisance to our company! What the hell do you think you are? Namjoon hyung, then Jimin, then my girlfriend? What is wrong with you!? Have you no manners to behave in front of people who you work with!?" He asks her in an angry tone.

Jimin?

What did she do today?

"Hyung! Isn't this a perfect fit for me? Army will love me in pink!" Said Jimin while holding a piece of the pastel pink satin cloth to be stitched for the new concert.

It was still 4th of January, but the many events of the year was keeping the entire company full of employees busy.

Enter Kimona who sees Jimin in the room holding the pink satin against himself and blasting a wide grin to his Hoseok Hyung.

"You want that?" Her tone was degrading.

"Yes..." Jimin says, not liking her tone.

Taehyung enters with Jin and Yoongi just then to witness Jimin have his head down.

"That's a color for girls. Don't choose something out of your league, Jimin-shi." Saying, Kimona leaves.

"What the..." Suga approaches Jimin. They were well aware how Jimin usually liked to show any side of his to the army. When it came to him embracing the other obvious sides of his personality, he was kind of hesitant.

Jin was the one who encouraged him to do whatever he liked. But it doesn't always end on a good note with the show-biz.

"It's fine, hyung. Whatever she says. She's the assistant designer and makeup head anyway." Says Jimin. Everyone in the room knows Jimin was struggling with self identity and embracing his feminine side.

I turn to look at Kimona who rolls her eyes.

"I'm not hungry." She says softly.

But I swear I heard her voice break and her nose turning red.

I'd say, Taehyung yelling will be a harsh hit because he presses on the point without denial.

I guess it is time for some counseling then.