Yoongi took a deep breath as he woke up, clenching his fists as he laid in bed and tried not to curse.

It was a new day. A new day meant that there were things for him to do, things for him to prepare for his boss, and things to plan for upcoming parties and events.

He sat up and shuffled out of bed, trying hard not to kick his Norwegian forest cat, Mochi, who was sleeping at the end of his bed with her four kittens kneading at her belly.

He gently pets Mochi, the Queen perking up with a soft purr and allowed Yoongi to pet her for a bit before she directed her attention on her kittens who started to mewl and kneed at her belly again.

"Good morning, babies," he whispered, peeling himself from his bed and stretching.

His small room, it just had a twin sized bed, a small clothing rack, and a bathroom all in the same place felt cold with the coming winter.

He stripped his pyjamas off and got into the shower, scrubbing the slumber from his skin as he cleaned. As the water started to get cold, he got out and dried himself off.

He checked the clock and smiled. 5 AM, right on time.

He got dressed quickly, slipping on a pencil skirt with a small slice in the side as well as a white blouse before he gathered his things together to leave for work.

Mochi meowed from the bed where she sat and Yoongi looked at her, gasping.

"I forgot to lay out food!" He gasped, rushing to the small fridge that sat next to his bed and took out a small can of cat food and set it out for Mochi to eat when her kits were done nursing.

"Bye-bye, babies!" He cooed, leaking in a bit of rush but not forgetting to don his cute pastel pink stilettos and style his hair.

The reason why he wore feminine clothes was easy. He wasn't afraid to express himself as a woman, or as a man, or as anything in between. He believed that clothes were clothes, and he didn't care if people thought if he was a man or a woman. He just wanted to look nice.

He stepped out of his tiny apartment, greeting his neighbours with a quiet "Hello!" and a bow before leaving to get to his car.

The car, a Bugatti, was waiting by the curb. He got in and set off quickly to Mr. Kim's house.

He drove with some soft music playing, going between R&B, then Kpop, and with a little bit of K-hip-hop being sprinkled in as he drove up the drive towards Mr. Kim's house.

It was a large mansion that was surrounded by a glass gate, because as Mr. Kim had said; "I want everyone to see the glory and beauty that is me and my home!"

It had been ridiculous when he had said it, and it was ridiculous now.

Yoongi looked at the clock on his dashboard and smiled. 5:40. A little behind, but he could Mr. Kim ready for his day.

He walked inside, bowing to a few of the maids that were already there, and took a cart from one of them with a smile.

"Mr. Kim wasn't sleeping too well last night," one of the older maids, Mrs. Zhou, looked worried as Yoongi took the cart, "please be careful when you wake him."

Yoongi smiled, "I'm positive he won't hurt me, Mrs. Zhou," he said softly, smiling again before he got into the elevator that led to the top floor where Mr. Kim slept.

He unlocked Mr. Kim's door, entering to see Mr. Kim's sleeping form.

"Good morning, Mr. Kim," Yoongi said softly, setting the tray of tea and breakfast treats on the bedside table.

Mr. Kim groaned, rolling over and pulling a pillow over his head, "I dun' wanna get up!" He whined loudly, kicking his legs like a little kid.

Yoongi stifled a sigh and sat on the bed, touching Mr. Kim's side. "Let's get up," he said softly, "you have a job to do today," he murmured.

Mr. Kim whined again, shaking his head. He poked his head out, pouting a little with puckered lips.

It was no myth that Mr. Kim was beautiful. He had a lovely sculpted face, soft skin, pillowy lips, and a wonderful personality and voice.

The only problem was that he was a huge brat in the morning, something no one but Yoongi knew.

Yoongi sat Mr. Kim up, pouring him some tea and handing it to him. "I'll get your clothing together, Mr. Kim," he said softly, rubbing his head softly and walking over to the closet.

He pulled out a white button up top with a black vest and a pull-over as well as some slacks that he laid out on the bed. Mr. Kim was sleepily sipping tea, his eyes bleary and tired.

"Have you woken up enough, Mr. Kim?" Yoongi asked softly, taking away the teacup when Mr. Kim finished his drink.

"I guess," the older man mumbled, resting his bed back a little with a grunt. Yoongi held up the clothing, "is this to your liking?" He asked.

Mr. Kim looked at the clothing, blinked, and then nodded. "That looks okay. What am I doing today?" He asked, getting out of bed and standing up.

He was wearing only his boxers. When Yoongi first started working with Mr. Kim, he would have been extremely embarrassed, but now he just saw it as normal.

He helped Mr. Kim dress, finishing off his clothing with a dark blue tie. Mr. Kim rolled his shoulders as soon as Yoongi stopped fidgeting with his tie and stepped back, exhaling softly as he turned to the mirror in his room.

"Yoongi-ya," he said quietly, touching the side of his face.

"Yes, Mr. Kim?" Yoongi asked, folding his hands in front of him neatly.

"Do you think I look... beautiful?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, his eyes still on his reflection.

Yoongi forced himself to smile. "You are as beautiful as always, Mr. Kim," he said, "would you like to leave for work now?"

Mr. Kim hummed, examining his reflection for a few moments more before he nodded. "That sounds alright," he smiled at his reflection and turned to Yoongi, "what is my schedule like today?"

Yoongi held back a sigh, "you have two meetings with RM Entertainment," he said as they walked out of Mr. Kim's room, "one is about the money you are putting into Kim-hyung's company, and the other is for marketing your next product."

"Next product?" Mr. Kim replied, a pout on his lips, "and why don't you call me Hyung?" He whined in a high-pitched tine.

"It is not my place," Yoongi said as they entered the elevator. Yoongi pressed the button for the bottom floor and watched in his peripheral vision as Mr. Kim leant against the wall.

"Don't we have that dinner tonight?" Mr. Kim asked quietly, lazily examining his nails.

"We do," Yoongi replied as the elevator came to a stop, the doors opening with a hiss.

"And you'll come as my plus one?" Mr. Kim asked, briskly walking to the front door.

"Of course," Yoongi replied curtly, close behind him.

The maids that had lined up bowed to him deeply, but Mr. Kim ignored them. Yoongi gave them a short nod as he left, sparing a smile for Mrs. Zhou who grinned back at him.

Mr. Kim opened the door to Yoongi's car, getting in and crossing his arms. Yoongi got in the drivers seat and started the car, taking a soft breath before driving off of the property.

"I don't get why you don't just hire a driver," Mr. Kim grumbled softly to himself, "wouldn't it be better to sit in the back and relax with me?" He asked, looking over at Yoongi. His pout was still on his lips.

"No," Yoongi said shortly, "a driver would not be as careful as me. We could crash, and I refuse to put myself and you in that kind of danger."

Mr. Kim snorted softly, turning away from Yoongi, "you're no fun," he grumbled.

They drove the rest of the way in silence, since Mr. Kim didn't like radio music, and Yoongi was just too focused on the road to talk.

Mr. Kim was an important man, after all. Yoongi needed to take care of him adequately in order for both of them to succeed.

He pulled into the private parking garage of the company, flashing the security guard his pass before he was let in. He didn't need to, since the security guards knew who he was, but he did it anyway for professionals sake.

He parked quickly, getting out and walking to the front doors of the company, Mr. Kim on his heels. A few people were lingering in the entryway, talking quietly and bowing to Mr. Kim as they passed.

"How do you walk in those?" Mr. Kim asked, nodding to Yoongi's heels that clicked sharply against the ground.

"I manage," Yoongi replied shortly, walking to Mr. Kim's office and opening the door for him.

Namjoon was already inside, speaking softly with one of Yoongi's trainee assistants, Jimin.

"Ah, Hyung!" Namjoon said, brightening up when he saw Yoongi. Yoongi allowed a smile to show on his face, and bowed to them. Jimin bowed back, flushing up to his ears.

"Hello, Namjoon-ah," he said, "Jimin-ah," he nodded to them before getting to work.

Mr. Kim took a seat behind his desk, waving to Namjoon to start talking. Jimin scuttled away from the desk to nervously hover over Yoongi, looking at him as he carefully poured some green tea into two cups.

"D-does Mr. Kim drink a lot of tea?" Jimin asked, keeping his voice hushed. Yoongi glanced over at him, seeing the other assistant flush.

"He does," Yoongi replied, "although it's mostly because I make him. Otherwise he would never drink."

"Never?" Jimin whispered in shock, chancing a glance over at the CEO who was causally talking to Namjoon.

"Nope," Yoongi replied, picking up the tray, "before I was his assistant, he was constantly dehydrated. It was horrible, both for me and for him."

Jimin snickered behind his hand and Yoongi quirked his lips up into a smile. Yoongi carefully stirred in a bit of sugar, looking over the cups and then humming.

"Alright, Jimin-ah," he said, looking at the younger assistant, "since we had that meeting, do you still want me to teach you the ropes on being Mr.Kim's assistant?"

Jimin nodded, clutching his planner to his chest. His eyes were sparkling, and he grinned.

"I would love that, Hyung!" He squeaked, "anything that you can teach me I swear I'll treasure forever!" He bowed sharply, just barely missing the corner of the cart.

Yoongi quietly laughed behind his hand, smiling fondly at him. "Alright then! So then, here's your first lesson."

He pointed to the tray in front of him. "What here is wrong?" He asked.

Jimin stood up, looking at the tray for a moment. "Uhh... there isn't a spoon?"

"Ddaeng." Yoongi tapped Jimin on the top of his head, "guess again."

Jimin squinted at the cart. "The... the tea cups aren't turned a certain way..?"

"Ddaeng." Yoongi tapped his head again. This time, Jimin pouted.

"I don't know, Hyung!" He whined, puffing out his cheeks.

Yoongi laughed again, "well, that's because there isn't anything wrong," he said, picking up the tray.

"If you want to follow in my footsteps, the first thing you have to learn is not to second guess yourself." He walked to the desk where Seokjin was talking quietly to Namjoon, Jimin following at his heels.

"Second guessing yourself will cause you to make careless mistakes," he said as he set down the tray, setting out a perfectly folded silk napkin on the desk with the cup on it, the handle turned towards Seokjin.

"Would you like tea as well, Namjoon-sii?" He asked, smiling kindly at the director who paused his conversation, glancing to Yoongi and then to the tray, "ah, yes that would be wonderful!"

Yoongi smiled, turning to look at Jimin and nodding to him. "Second lesson, Jimin-ah," he said quietly, stepping back a bit, "serve it just as I did."

Jimin looked nervous at the simple task, although Yoongi could understand. These two were very influential and powerful men, and slipping up could cause problems in the future.

Yoongi watched Jimin closely, seeing his hands tremble slightly as he picked up the glass tea pot and carefully poured the red tea in.

He set down the napkin just as Yoongi had done, and then looked at Yoongi for approval.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, mimicking a scooping motion.

Jimin made an 'oh!' face and looked back to Namjoon.

"Would you like sugar?" He asked.

Namjoon shook his head, smiling kindly at Jimin before sipping his tea.

Yoongi smiled to himself and gently took Jimin by the arm, leading him away from the desk.

"Good job, Jimin-ah!" He whispered, keeping his voice low, "Hyung is very proud of you."

Jimin's cheeks went pink and he puffed out his chest, holding his head high.

Yoongi smiled fondly at him and the two assistants left the office, speaking quietly to each other.

As they reached Yoongi's desk, Jimin's eyes flickered down to Yoongi's feet.

"Um, Hyung?" He said quietly.

"Hm?" Yoongi hummed, turning on his computer and carefully rearranging the things on his desk.

"Why do you wear heels?" Jimin asked, taking a seat when Yoongi quietly offered it.

"I have high arches," Yoongi said plainly, "and also because they make me feel good."

"Aren't you scared of being mistaken as a woman?" Jimin asked in awe.

"Not at all," Yoongi said, smiling kindly at Jimin, "clothes aren't gendered. They shouldn't be. Heels are something that make me happy, and I choose to wear them out of my own volition."

Jimin looked from Yoongi's face to his feet, his face starting to look a bit pale.

"Oh, is that it?" He asked, sounding a bit relieved, "I was scared that Mr. Kim had some sort of fetish!"

Yoongi snorted, shaking his head, "no, no, not at all. Or maybe, perhaps? I wouldn't know, of course."

"Of course!" Jimin sputtered. "Do.. do you think I should wear heels as well?"

"Well," Yoongi hummed, "Do you like them?" He asked.

"I've never really worn them," Jimin confessed.

"Well, they're pretty hard to walk in," Yoongi admitted, "and they do hurt your feet after a whole day. Mr. Kim doesn't care too much about footwear. I could come into work in clown shoes and he would only mind if I wore a distracting top."

"Distracting?" Jimin asked.

"Patterned," Yoongi supplied, "Mr. Kim prefers muted colors for work environments."

Jimin nodded thoughtfully. "And he doesn't mind that you wear skirts?" He asked, nodding to Yoongi's beige pencil skirt.

"Not at all," Yoongi said, "in fact, I think he likes them better then pants!"

Jimin laughed, Yoongi joined in soon after and the pair passed the time waiting for Seokjin to leave his meeting together, keeping each other company.