"Why must I do everything myself? Can't those impotent morons reach my standards for work while working in the hospital? Oh-oh my... calm down Seokjin— you shall not crease your perfect skin by stressing because irrelevant peasants."

Seokjin releases a loud and frustrated groan, his heavy tone sitting deadly in the air. Loud pattering of his steps stampeded the halls of the mansion, warning any workers who come across his path to hide from his peripheral vision.

With Seokjin's never-ending self-praise, disparaging comments about their "low" status, the workers had grown to stray away from their master. Constantly hearing they're nothing but servants, how they're not doing their work properly up to his standards, and belittling them of every single detail that makes them... them... can be mentally draining.

"Master Seokjin?" (Y/N)'s sweet, melodic voice entered his line of hearing.

Seokjin's head snapped at her direction, eyes immediately scanning the fabric of her clothing and everything of her in general. Seokjin straightened his posture, grip tightening on the heavy box of documents, as he finished evaluating this "poor" girl.

"May I help you carry the box?" She asked, hands motioning up for him to pass the heavy material. (Y/N) was on her way to Taehyung's room, but seeing Seokjin troubled expression urged her to help him.

"The box is too heavy for a woman to carry. Send one of the men butlers instead," Seokjin spat, his deep voice commanding (Y/N).

Without hesitation, (Y/N) pulled— practically pried the damn thing— out of his hands with great difficulty. Knowing herself, if she continued to listen to his complaints (Y/N)'s thin thread of patience would snap to two pieces.

"Like a man, a woman can also carry heavy boxes with ease, Master Seokjin. And just like how a man could kill someone they find infuriating, a woman can too," she stated, control and passive aggressiveness lacing her voice. (Y/N) lowly scowled with a seething fire in her optics. 

"Did you just threaten me—?!" as his voice progressively pass the average speaking tone, the female quickly shut him up.

"That was a fact, Master Seokjin." She said nonchalantly. "You better listen well and sleep with one eye open because you never know when I can slit your throat. That one is a threat. Do you see the difference?"

"How dare you talk to me this way?! I am your boss, your superior, your master! Do you know who I am you pathetic, ungracious—!"

His eyes widen when he felt the female's small hands covering his mouth. Seokjin seemed astonished at her action, disbelieving that anyone, especially by his servant, would cut him off just like that.

"Yes I do know who you are. You are Kim Seok Jin, the man who runs a multimillion worth of hospital chains that spans across South Korea and soon North America. But your greatness, even though you have this status and power, you shouldn't let it corrupt and destroy you— that would tarnish your wonderful reputation, yes?" She rhetorically asked as she skillfully used the man's pride to press the correct buttons. "And working as your new assistant, which is an amazing opportunity to have, you are capable of treating your employees with respect. Surely, you won't fail at that right? Or would you? Would Kim Seokjin fail?"

Fail.

Seokjin never fails at anything.

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'God I hope he wouldn't be as much of as asshole now... but I feel like I've messed up somehow. He didn't say anything after what I told him!'

Uncertain of what happened earlier while accompanying Seokjin to his room, (Y/N) wondered if the "loophole" she discovered to make her working situation more peaceful and bearing would actually work. Playing with his arrogance was tiring and that itself is a drag to her own pride to the ground, but it's for the better than worse.

(Y/N) taps her feet on the floor in continuous patterns as she waits for Taehyung to open the door. 'Okay forget about Seokjin now, I have to focus on asking Taehyung how to flirt. But make sure to make it clear or he'll take it as an invitation as something else.'

"What do you want?" His voice grumbles like a storm deep inside of clouds.

"Teach me."

'That caught me off guard! What the fuck is that morning voice?!? So much for making it clear.' (Y/N) sighed.

"Huh?" Before (Y/N) could elaborate, Taehyung invited her inside his room. He expected her to sit on his bed, but she stays near the couch on the other side of his quarters to take extra precautions, considering what happened last night.

"Teach me how to flirt like you. You're good at it so you can teach me!"

(Y/N) isn't lying at how good Taehyung is with flirting— he's a natural, a perfect fuckboy in an average wattpad BTS fan fiction.

It isn't just the girls that's attracted to him.

Boys too.

He could fuck anyone he pleases.

"... you want me to teach you how to flirt?" Taehyung chuckles, "Fuck, I'll need a drink to deal with you."

"Hey I'm not that bad!"

"Beg to differ."

Taehyung observes the female's physique to give a proper evaluation. (Y/N) has a kind of understated beauty, perhaps because she's so disarmingly unaware of her own prettiness. Her skin, blemished with a few spots of acne scars, though it looks more like freckles, looks imperfectly perfect to Taehyung. He doubts that she used face masks or expensive products—she's all about simplicity, making things easy, helping those around her to relax and be happy of what they have. When she smiled and laughed, he couldn't help but smile along too, even if it's just on the inside.

"G-geez, did you even brush your hair?" He bluntly criticized, looking away to hide his embarrassed-red-cheeked self for looking at her face too long.

"You know what, I give up. It's fine. I'll be forever alone."

"I haven't even given you my full response yet (Y/N)."

Taehyung stood across her with his arms crossed below his chest. 'Everything about her is strange, it's giving some sort of feeling that I can't comprehend.' He enjoyed watching her mope around the couch, complaining about her never ending problems about her love life— which he finds... adorable.

"Before you learn how to flirt with words, you have to learn how to flirt with your body," he began, snapping the silence that phased them around the room. (Y/N) let out a smile of relief, thinking that she's not dreadful at all. "Your sexual appeal will be one of your greatest weapon when flirting. And by looking at you... I already feel hopeless."

"Boo you," she rolls her eyes playfully.

"Before a man or a woman hear your words, they look at your body first and how you move. As bad as it sounds, they will judge your looks first and it'll determine if they'll talk to you or not. Heck, would you approach a man who's covered with mud and their hair greasy and unwashed for days? No, you wouldn't, would you?"

"Ma-maybe..."

"No wonder you need my help," Taehyung ruffles his hair. "You need confidence and right now, I don't see any confidence in you. (Y/N) I know that you have confidence and I need you to show it. The first time I've met you in the ball, you pushed me out of your grasp and that was the first I've met a women not wanting anything from me... come on, I've got the looks, the money, everything, but you still weren't convinced."

"Well that's because I'm not impressed by money, social statuses, or any of those things that you guys are interested of." (Y/N) looks off into the distance, imagining the perfect man in her dreams. "I'm impressed by the way someone treats another human being with their kindness, and how sincere their attraction is. Not some kind of one night stand that doesn't mean anything. I want to find love. I want to know what my future husband is doing right now. I mean... don't you ever wonder what your future wife is doing?"

"I don't need to wonder. I already know what she's doing because she's in front of me." He responded with a smirk.

She scoffs at his joke.

Taehyung pulled (Y/N) out of the couch, fixing her messy hair.

"Well what happens after you and your man pasts the flirting stage? Do you know what will happen next?" Taehyung questioned, but she simply shrugged in response to his question.

"Well if you ever get to this part..." Taehyung's face is too close.

Her once stable breathing turned irregular. "He'll touch you like this..." he whispered intensely as he connected their foreheads together and roamed his hands on her waist. "And you'll touch him here," he placed her hands on the nape of his neck. As he savored the moment of sharing her warmth, tiny specks of sparks pricked his muscles— but not in a painful way.

Why does her touch feel... so good?

Taehyung, too distracted at his own thoughts, had failed to notice the space separating them closing in.

'(Y/N) (L/N) what are you doing to me?'

It felt like she casted a spell on him.

He didn't want to accept that with each touch, he falls deeper and deeper to her mystifying (e/c) eyes. The thought of (Y/N) would never leave his mind; he enjoys their touches, jokes, warmth, and glances.

Taehyung's pulsed banged against his ear; all of his senses felt numb—his visioned only tunneled to (Y/N)'s lips. She's not ready for this again. Her hands are getting sweaty and shaky. He's leaning forward and her instincts shrieked for her to take a step back, but she find herself moving closer to him.

Within a breath of air, his lips touch her's. Taehyung moaned in satisfaction when their lips danced together; he feel as if he's floating in space and everything around him has turned to dust. But that sensation disappeared the moment (Y/N) pulled away.

"Taehyung sto—"

"Who's the boy you're trying to confess too?" His voice demanded for an answer. It was frightening.

(Y/N) swallowed the thick lump of saliva down as she took a step back, quickly realizing the threatening

(Y/N) bit her lips, hesitant to answer his question.

"His name is Jaemin."

Jaemin?

"There's a man working here who's name is Jaemin. Are you telling me that it's him?" Taehyung's eyes remains cold and lifeless. When the female didn't answer his question, he heedlessly grasped (Y/N)'s shoulders. "Is. That. Him?"

"Taehyung you're hurting me," (Y/N)'s voice shakes.

"Is that him?" He repeated again.

"YES! That's him!"

In the blink of an eye, Taehyung smiles, patting (Y/N)'s shoulders softly. "Alright then," he breathes gently. "He's a lucky man. I hope that you guys are happy and nothing bad will ever happen to him."

(Y/N) nervously bows to thank him, but Taehyung hugs her instead, rubbing his thumbs against her back. He sniffs the girl's hair to catch her wonderful aroma.

As (Y/N) left the room, Taehyung's eyes darted her body.

He smiles.

It's going to be a shame if something ever happens to her poor Jaemin....