The train is crowded but quiet. People sitting and standing with their arms crossed, earphones in. Oblivious to, or simply choosing to ignore, everyone and thing apart from the robotic voice above reading station names. Yoongi doesn't usually take the train anymore but he is accustomed to the one important unspoken rule of public transport that he was forced to learn back when he took the train to school every day: Mind your own business. Something Yoongi is very good at, no doubt.

His brain pounds against his skull. Everything had been moving so quickly recently and Yoongi hadn't had a chance to step back and take it all in. What would this training be like? How stressful would his new schedule be? What the actual hell is going on with Jimin? That last question is currently dominating most of Yoongis' mind. The looks, the touches and the three kisses, now.

Yoongi already knows where he stands. He's known it for a while now. He is in love with Park Jimin. How unfortunate.

But where Jimin himself stands? The black-haired man has no clue.

Yoongi thinks harder. To pinpoint exactly where his romantic attraction toward Jimin started would be near impossible. Perhaps it had just been slowly building over time and now was finally large enough to be recognized. Perhaps he was always in love from the very beginning. Perhaps it had just sprung up now, fresh and out of the blue. Either way, it didn't matter. All that mattered is whether Jimin reciprocated those feelings. Sure, he had kissed back the first two times and even initiated the most recent one but perhaps it was just a heat of the moment sort of thing? Something to sweep under the rug, to shrug off, and never speak about again.

Yoongi didn't want that.

He wanted... What did he want?

'Xxxxx Station!' The female voice overhead speaks once more and reads off the name of the station the boys father had instructed him to get off at. Yoongi stands, smoothing out the wrinkles in his blue button-up (the only formal attire he owned) and quickly hops off the train. It then speeds away in a flash of wind and fury. Yoongi pulls out his phone and looks at the most recent message that was sent to him.

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Father:

He'll be in a white car right out the station.

Ask for his name and if he says Taemin then it's him.

➤ Father has sent a location!

Taemin should know the way but I've sent it to you just in case.
Read (Just now)

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Taemin was a nice but talkative guy. He had large, boxy glasses and seemed to permanently wear a lopsided grin. Apparently, he was his father's secretary and had been working at the company for twenty-plus years. Yoongi didn't really care, to be honest, but he nodded his head along anyway, just to be nice. After the drive that feels like an eternity, Taemin parks in front of a large building and the black-haired man doesn't even have to look very hard to see that it's the right place.

Inside, there are many people bustling about - all of them look as high class and snobby as Yoongi had imagined. His father's business specialized in preparing and maintaining important financial reports. Preparing tax returns and ensuring that taxes are paid properly and on time. They evaluate financial operations to recommend best practices, identify issues and strategize solutions, and help organizations run efficiently. So, basically, accounting. Yawn. Running a tattoo and piercing parlour was definitely more up Yoongis alley.

Taemin leads him to the front desk where he is handed a card that looks like it unlocks things and then they make their ascend to the top floor of this gigantic building - the slow elevator ride is incredibly awkward - and soon they are standing at the frosted glass door of what Yoongi guesses is his father's office. He sees the vague, blurry silhouette of someone sitting at a desk. The man in the boxy glasses and boxy suit knocks on the door thrice. A muffled 'come in!' Seeps through the thin walls and Yoongi could recognize that voice from a mile away. Be it through a door or across a table or over the phone. That evil voice haunts his dreams. It's ruff and deep and resembles his own but Yoongi refuses to believe he and his father are anything alike. Taemin is then confidently pushing open the door and Yoongi sees the devil in the flesh. He glows red in the boy's mind, horns and tail and fire and malicious grin. The only fact is that spine-chilling, Cheshire cat, downright despicable stretch of lips.

"My son." Yoongi wants to cringe at his voice. He speaks in that demeaning manner that Yoongi had grown to despise in red hot hate. "Taemin, leave us." And then they are alone. That evil smile grows impossibly bigger. The door slams loudly behind him and then they are truly alone. Yoongi would rather jump off of a roof than be standing here right now.

"I wish I could train you myself, dear. Unfortunately, I am too busy to do so." Yoongi feels at least slightly relieved at this news. "So, instead, I've called up one of my top employees. She's amazing at what she does and represents everything this company stands for. She should be here any minute, so please, sit." The older man gestures toward the chairs placed on the opposite side of his desk. Yoongi is all too familiar with the arrangement. He hesitantly sits down.

Maybe the universe had finally decided to take pity on Min Yoongi because before his wretched father could even open his mouth to speak, in walks who Yoongi could only assume is his new trainer. "Ah, Kim Eun-Jeong, what a pleasure it is for you to join us."

The woman looks only a couple years older than Yoongi himself. A lot younger than he had expected. She has dark hair that cuts off bluntly at her chin and wears a full suit and tie that looks specifically tailored for her. It's obviously well made and seems anything but cheap. Eun-Jeong doesn't give Yoongi even so much as a glance as she walks up, heels clicking loudly, to shake his father's hand. "Believe me, Mr Min, the pleasure is all mine."

She finally looks down at Yoongi. Her eyes are almost as dark as her hair and something flashes gold in them but it's too quick for the black-haired man to decipher. "So this is your son, huh?" She asks and Yoongi immediately feels judged. His resentment for his father seems to grow like black mould and spindles its way toward her as well. "In the flesh." Is all his father says. Eun-Jeong scans him over once, twice, three times. Suddenly, Yoongi feels self-conscious about the ink that seeps out from the sleeves and collar of his only formal, blue, shirt. "Yeah, my name is Yoongi." He decides to respond, spite profound in his tone.

She raises her eyebrows before turning back to Mr Min. "Well, you know I've trained many a newcomer before and he is no different. I promise I'll have him whipped into shape in no time." She talks like Yoongi is a misbehaving dog and not an actual person. It enrages him. "Well I don't trust anyone else but you to do it! I'm sure he'll understand this company and his important place in it soon enough. Now run along, I haven't all day, you know?"

Eun-Jeong nods and swiftly takes her exit. Yoongi stands quickly and not so elegantly follows after her. They enter a large room that looks like it goes on for miles. In it are an endless amount of cubicles and the same hustle- bustle seems to be carried throughout the whole building. Yoongi wants to turn on his heel and run away. Instead, he follows the dark-haired woman to an empty cubicle. She gestures for him to sit down on the wheeled chair that reminds him of his own and then makes him miss the studio but he sits anyway.

"Alright, so I'm gonna assume you know how to use a computer," Eun-Jeong says bluntly as she switches it on. She tells him his log-in details and then explains what he needs to do and how to do it. The black-haired man feels like he is watching an instructional video with how robotic her voice is now. Except the only difference is that he is too nervous to pause the video and type a question into the comment section.

Suddenly, Eun-Jeong stops mid-instruction. "Oh, it's time for your break. Where is the card you were given?" She holds her hand out expectantly. Yoongi fishes it out from where he had stuffed it into his pocket and places it on her waiting palm. "Your employee number is B-102 so that means you have access to the break room in the B block. It's just over here." And then she takes off and Yoongi is once again chasing after her. They arrive at the B block and Eun-Jeong presses the green little card against a black pad situated by the doorknob and it clicks open. "Of course, you are allowed to leave for your breaks but if you do you've got to clock out and then back in. Breaks are thirty minutes each and you get two a day." She hands the card back. "We'll continue your training after this break. I'll come get you so just stay here." And then she's gone.

Yoongi sighs heavily. Eun-Jeong's presence was like a boulder weighing heavy on his chest, now that she's gone, the black-haired man can finally breathe. The break room is small but cosy. A two-seater couch is placed in front of a small TV that looks old-fashioned. Behind that is an oak table and then behind that is the kitchenette. A microwave and fridge accompanied by three cabinets all in different shades of a refreshing mint green.

"Hi there!" Shouts an unfamiliar voice, Yoongi flinches at the unexpected nature of this greeting, but he smiles anyway. "Uh... Hi." The woman in front of him smiles, lips painted a bold purple to match her glittery eyeshadow. "I've never seen you here before, you must be new. My name is Choi Jaeyoung, what's yours?" Yoongi swallows the knot in his throat, for some reason he feels threatened whilst talking to this girl. She wears a blouse and baggy trousers, her hair waterfalls down her back effortlessly. "Min Yoongi." He replies curtly. Recognition lights up in her eyes but she also looks unsure.

"Sorry if this is just a massive coincidence but are you the CEO's son?" And Yoongi can't lie, can he? He nods in confirmation. "Wow! That's awesome. Well, I'm here to eat, so..." Jaeyoung slips past Yoongi and walks over to the fridge. She pulls out a sandwich protected in aluminium foil and makes her way to the table. Then, she raises an eyebrow. "Are you not going to eat?" She asks.

Yoongi shakes his head, also taking a seat at the table. "No, I didn't really bring anything.." Jaeyoung frowns at that, swiftly opening up her sandwich and offering one pre-cut half to the black-haired man. "Here," she smiles purple. "O-oh, no thank you, that's yours." Yoongi immediately says. "Nope," she says, popping the 'p'. She grabs Yoongi hand and gives him the sandwich. "It's yours now." The gesture was thoughtful but Yoongi couldn't help feeling a little bit uncomfortable at her overbearing nature. He decides to take the food without putting up a fight. "Thanks..."

"Don't even worry about it! I have a feeling we are going to be good friends!"