"AHHH MONDAY, FINALLY DONE!"

(Y/N) stretches her hands up in the air, taking in a big breath and exhaled heavily as she hits her aching lower back with the top of her fists. Lucky for her, Taehyung wasn't in his room when she needed to clean it. (Y/N) remembers slapping in a pair of gloves and a protective mask as she handles Taehyung's dirty, dirty sheets filled with white goo.

"That was so nasty," (Y/N) shudders at her comment, thinking of the unpleasant texture of his bed sheets against her latex gloves.

"What was nasty?"

(Y/N) jumps back when her eyes locked with the man in front of her. Her lungs refused to intake air as she was too besotted to his beautiful eyes. Colored with the hues of the forest, the kind of earthy green that revives the grass after a cruel, unforgiving winter— held a chaotic nature behind those green irises; never before has (Y/N) seen eyes holding such danger and beauty all at once.

Then her mind clicked.

A panic-stricken chill detonated inside of her consciousness upon the realization that she is standing in front of the Kim Namjoon— the leader of this house and most, if not the whole, of South Korea's economy. He didn't look flat nor dull— there is this wild fire in his eyes: reckless, untamed, yet undeniably captivating.

How does she greet him?!

'Think (Y/N), think! Oh! How would Jaemin greet them?! And Seokjin, his brother, preferred to be called Master Seokjin so—'

"Master Namjoon." (Y/N) bows her head slightly as she formally greeted her boss.

Namjoon waves his hands, signaling for her to stop acting too formally around him. When he smiles, two dimples appears in his face and his chiseled jaw just makes him more attractive. His black turtleneck hugs his perfectly toned body, complementing his muscled pecks.

"No need to act formal, I'm not like Seokjin so don't fret," Namjoon passively stated, no emotional strings lacing his voice. "Namjoon is fine."

"Oh... alright Namjoon. I'm (Y/N) (L/N)— wait he already knows that, he's the one who hired me—" (Y/N) rambles, still unsure how to properly act around him.

"Let me guess, Yoonah described me as the intimidating business man who's not scared to put anyone down if I don't like them so you're scared?" He questions whilst crossing his arms, causing her anxiety levels to go higher. The male cocked one of his eyebrows, his green eyes staring at her small statue as if he's about to devour her.

"Yes..." she squeaks.

"Ahhh that girl," Namjoon tsks, laughing in between his words. (Y/N)'s shoulder relaxes once she heard his soft voice. "Believe me, I'm not like that. I might be boring at times, as Yoonah annoyingly states, but I ain't bad."

"Oof thank the lords, I can breathe again." (Y/N) mutters underneath her breathe, thinking that Namjoon didn't hear her, but he did.

"You didn't answer my question earlier. What's nasty? I would need to know this situation so I can solve it right away," he explains, putting up his black specks with his index finger.

"Ah... I was just cleaning Taehyung's... sheets."

Namjoon smiles and bursts out into another fits of laughters. He patted the female's shoulders, sympathizing her situation. "I get it and trust me... you're not the only one. Before we had our assistant, butlers, or maids... Seokjin decided to change the sheets himself because he couldn't stand the mess, he believed that we shouldn't be living in quote, 'filth'. I remember Seokjin gagging every single day... boy what a memory."

"Anyways!" Namjoon veers the topic, "I've been searching for you (Y/N). Being busy for the past couple days, I hadn't had the chance to give you a tour myself and I figured this is the best time. Please, ask any questions, I'll answer them to the best of my capabilities."

Namjoon offered his arm for (Y/N) to take. At all honesty, (Y/N) considered rejecting his offer; her muscles, as well as her lack of sleep, weighed her body down. But she knows she needed to get to know him, the people, and the house.

"So how did all of you met?" She began.

"I knew that you would ask this. Since you've signed the papers the moment you agreed to this job, you cannot disclose any information to the public or else." It sounded like an innocent statement at first, but his deep voice accommodated a more calculated undertone, mantling his words in a much more threatening demeanor. "You need to know this anyways... you are after all, stuck here"

(Y/N) yelps back at her boss's changing nature, wondering when he changed his mask so quickly from a laid-back man in his twenties to the dominating business man standing beside her. Before she could even think of a response, Namjoon started talking.

"Our story didn't start happy... my brothers and I were already a well-known trio who's filthy rich, powerful, and famous. It was only a matter of time until someone who truly hates us comes to try and take our lives... and they did... they tried and failed miserably. One day, threats after threats, they sent an assassin who's labeled as Satan's Descendant, also known as Park Jimin," Namjoon asserted in a raspy voice, eyes glistening dangerously from the memory, "and he was ordered to kill my brother, Seokjin. He came close... very close to the point where we became desperate because Satan's Descendant is known to be man who's built in sheer will— he won't stop until the job is done. And so, through countless interrogations of multiple men and women, my brothers and I met Jung Hoseok who had anything we needed, including knives... and lots... and lots of guns. Hoseok brought in Jungkook, he was innocent as a lamb, but he proved to be useful. And lastly... Min Yoongi, the man who flipped Jimin to the light instead of the darkness. And after that, the rest is history."

She was captivated and curious of how Yoongi convinced Jimin to join them, especially since Yoongi is the epitome of a lazy teenage kid who does nothing all day but lay in his bed either sleeping or playing in his phone.

Nevertheless, the information of Park Jimin as an assassin struck fear to her heart. Is Namjoon telling the truth? Was that their real story? If it is real... (Y/N) questioned herself... what did Yoonah get her into?

"So-so how did," (Y/N) stutters, still shaken from this preposterous story, "how did Yoongi convince Jimin?"

"It's not my story to tell. I only gave you the brief explanation, (Y/N)," he finished with a gentle smile.

"Come." Namjoon tugs on (Y/N)'s arms, pulling her in one of the rooms. (Y/N)'s jaw dropped the moment Namjoon switches on the lights. There rows after rows of neatly lined up books with their spines facing forward. The ground was littered with books, torn papers, and drawings.

(Y/N) grabs one of the books from the shelves. The book, cracked and dried with age, is bounded in black leather; it's thick volume smells sweet and musky, just the way she liked it. The pages within are delicate and what remains of book's original sticking is barely holding it together.

Namjoon, carefully watches her actions as he stands on the side, admiring every move she makes. Somehow, her imperfections made her perfect. The shyness, hesitation in her body movements, and the softness in her voice didn't fail to enthrall him.

"Excuse me for the mess of this place, I don't clean this room because some things are just better off messy," he explains while kicking a pile of books to the side to approach his table containing classified documents.

(Y/N) hums in response before proceeding to explore the library. Her eyes wonders to the biggest pile of books, seeing titles of Van Gogh, Claude Monet, Leonardo da Vinci, all relating to the name of classic art. But what caught her eyes the most were the sketches hanging on the wall, each paper barely supported by a piece of tape or pin.

"You... you draw?"

Namjoon's eyes widen at her question. As he noticed where her attention was, Namjoon quickly rushes to cover the books and sketches with his body.

"Come on, you don't have to hide it," (Y/N) smiles, pulling Namjoon out of the way. "Do you enjoy it?"

"Yes, I do enjoy it," the boy admitted. "Please don't tell anyone about this."

"I won't, Namjoon. You have my promise, but why do you hide it? Your sketches... they're amazing."

Namjoon blushes at her compliment. "I-it's just stupid and a waste of my time, I guess. Instead of actually working, I procrastinate and draw. It's considered as a bad practice in my line of work."

"Nonsense! If you love drawing then it isn't considered a procrastination," (Y/N) commented, earning a nod from Namjoon. Out of nowhere, she reaches out her hand and placed them on top of Namjoon's shoulders. "It doesn't hurt to take a break, Namjoon. Please remember that."

"I-I'll remember that."

"So...what do you like to draw?"

"I like to draw things that I consider beautiful." He smiles cheekily.

"Mmm like what?"

"Maybe a butterfly. Flowers. The sky. And maybe even you."

"All men do is lie, I swear."

"I'm not lying! I think that you are very beautiful, and Yoonah was right about you."

As soon as Namjoon mentioned Yoonah, her face turned solemn. Even though it's been only a day that they're apart, (Y/N) already misses her best friend that always been there for her. "Oh really? What did she say about me? She probably says that I'm fat and a lazy ass hahaha."

"No, the complete opposite!" Namjoon flashes a quick smile, showcasing his cute dimples that made (Y/N)'s face burn in red. "She said that you're hardworking, always knows how to cheer her up, and just down right an amazing friend. Hearing her talk about you every time she and I meet up, it got me wondering what you look like, how you act. I was quite envious of her because she has you as her friend. Tell me (Y/N), are we friends?"

(Y/N) places her hands on his. Somehow, the female could see loneliness in his eyes. It was some sort of pain and the need of being want. Something was bothering Namjoon and she wanted to know what it was. And there was one way that can cure her curiosity.

"Of course, I'm your friend!"

"That's great! So what do friends do anyways?" He asks, laughing out of excitement.

"Well first, you got to let your friend rest. First day of work is both physically and mentally tiring." She answers him with a sympathetic face, hoping he'll understand her struggle at the moment.

"Of course, of course. Would you like to hang out later? I'll come up with a schedule. Maybe Saturday? No... I have an important meeting with a major CEO. Sunday? Wait no... I promised the chairman of one of the major three to play golf. I'll— I'll think of something. Don't worry (Y/N)." Namjoon's words slurs all in together as he searches for a certain date to be with (Y/N).

The female chuckles and gave him a quick hug before leaving him alone in the library. His jade eyes remained wide; he remained frozen and breathless. All he could fathom was the pounding in his chest and the cold glistening sweat rolling down his blistering skin. The spot (Y/N) has touched is littered with chills. 'S-so that's what Yoonah feels every time (Y/N) touches her? No-no perhaps not. Perhaps this thing that I just felt is— is what?! What's wrong with me?'

'All I wanted to know was the name of her new friend... the person Yoonah has been talking about for months... I didn't— I didn't want this feeling.'

Namjoon looks at the papers he grabbed at the library earlier and looked at them. Beneath of all the documents, there was drawing of (Y/N) sleeping in her bed.

It was the same exact replica of her sleeping last night in Yoongi's room, before she went back to her own room.

'Crazy.' Namjoon began hysterically laughing. 'What are these crazy emotions!'

Namjoon smiles to himself, thinking of the simple gesture the girl gave him. "You're so beautiful, (Y/N)."