CHAPTER 2 - ME, MYSELF, AND Y/N
* college.
Y/n groaned as she bubbled in D instead of A, erasing the previous marks that had haunted her for seemingly years. English class sucked, and it sucked even more when there were exams every month. That may not have seemed like a lot, but when you were in college, it was too many to handle. However, there was one redeeming quality.
Kim mother*ing Namjoon.
Ho-ly *, Y/n could stare at those tiddies all day. She didn't wish to disrespect her professor by any means, but she had an A in the class. Not because she was good at English, rather because she loved the idea of that man lecturing her. She would sit in his class all day if it meant she got to see those tiddies in action. Yes, Y/n was aware that her thoughts were weird and probably gross, but she did what she had to to earn her degree. If that meant staring at tiddies, then so be it.
Y/n would admit she wasn't better than the men: she knew where her eyes went whenever Professor Kim walked into the room. Sometimes it wasn't even on purpose. Professor Kim made the entire class look short, even the ones who were 5'11. He had those gorgeous black-framed glasses and blond locks that draped down the sides of his honey skin. And, to make it even worse, Professor Kim always wore business attire. Never once had he showed up in anything less than formal wear. Whether it be suits or button-downs, Professor Kim was dressed to impress. And let's face it: men in suits were hot.
Realizing she had been staring at his tiddies again, Y/n went back to the exam. She tapped her feet against the floors that were covered with dust, her desk rickety. It was one of those creaky desks in her lecture hall, the area shaped like an amphitheater. The desk space narrowed the closer you got to the bottom, and the bottom was an empty floor with Professor Kim's desk and a whiteboard behind him. There were black marks on the board, indicating the exam number and how to format it. Y/n paid no attention to that, instead deciding to finish off her exam as quickly as possible.
When she finished, she hopped up, trotted down to Professor Kim's desk, and felt her heart clamoring around inside her chest. She swallowed what was left of her pride and set the cyan booklet in front of him. Professor Kim pushed his glasses up with his index finger, looking up from the book he was reading on his metal desk. The desk lamp illuminated the speckles of chestnut hiding inside his irises, his dimples flashing as he gave her a soft smile.
Namjoon"Miss L/n, done first as always. I'm excited to see your score."
Y/n"Me too, sir. I can leave early, right?"
Namjoon"Of course. Walk home safe."
Y/n"Thank you, sir. You too."
She didn't process that she said "you too" until she was already out of the lecture hall. Professor Kim had a bicycle. She should have said "ride home safe", but even then, he had classes until late at night. What the hell was Y/n thinking? The power of the tiddies must have been blocking her few brain cells.
She skipped her way back to her on-campus apartment, her bag bouncing on her back until she reached the space that felt like solitary confinement. Despite how her school was prestigious, her apartment was rundown and looked like it came out of the 1980s. The wallpaper was peeling, mold was under the kitchen sink, and grime rested between the tiles of the checkered floor beneath her. Of course, to top it all off, her three roommates left messes everywhere. Y/n never thought she'd see the day where she was the cleanest in the house she was living in, but here she was.
Her roommates were gone because of classes, so Y/n was left alone. The apartment was a four-person apartment with one bathroom, a kitchen, four bedrooms, and a common area connected to the kitchen. The kitchen had a sink with two sides, dishes piled up to the top and the smell of rotting cheese hitting her nostrils until they flared. It was coming from the garbage on her left, her kicking it to assert her dominance. Then, she passed the common area, bumped into the couch and cursed at it, and went to her room that was down the hall.
Like the rest of the place, her room was cramped. She barely had enough room to step inside, her desk on her right, her bed on her left, and her clothes shoved in the closet by the door. Her closet was covered by a curtain that had her college's purple color along with the logo. She made a mental note to replace it as soon as possible.
Her form plopped down on her bed, her hand pulling out her phone to text her mother to remind her about the upcoming fall break. Her adoptive mother, anyway. She had no clue who her real parents were. When she was an infant, she was left on the porch of her family's house, and she was lucky that they took her in. Y/n struggled to come to terms with that for years. Hell, she couldn't even be sure if her birthday was her real birthday or not. They took a wild guess based on her physical state, but it could be wrong. Had she been celebrating the wrong day this whole time? For twenty-three years?
She forced herself out of her thoughts, bouncing on her mattress topper that was covered by maroon sheets and a matching comforter she pulled over her body. Her bag plopped on the ground before her, Y/n cuddling with herself since there was no one else who could do it for her. Back in freshman year, she had a boyfriend. After, she never bothered trying again. Her studies were far more important, plus, she had just earned an internship with the famous Jeon Jungkook. In two hours, she'd be heading to his company to start the program. Ten hours a week at least, but she was choosing twelve because she was far too eager to wait.
As she stared at her blank wall, imagining the most toe-curling fictional scenarios she could, she realized she didn't actually know much about her internship. Marketing assistant: that was the most she knew. What did she wear? Something formal? Something casual? She chose formal, spending the next hour modeling the nicest clothes she owned only to remember she was broke, so she took some clothes from her roommate's closet (after texting and asking for permission, of course). That led her to wearing a blazer that was either too big or too small depending on which way she stretched her arms.
She went through an entire fashion show and a half, and only now was her mother replying to her text. It was nothing serious; simply an acknowledgment of her daughter's words. For some reason, the text made her frown. Y/n had a good relationship with both her parents, but there was something... missing. If only Y/n could put her finger on it.
With that, she packed up and left to go to Mr. Jeon's film company. It was a twenty-minute drive thanks to New York traffic, Y/n blasting Taylor Swift's old songs and borderline screaming the lyrics to them. Despite that, she safely arrived, doing a little dance as she exited the car. She was early, but not obnoxiously so. Her feet wobbled as she saw the massive complex before her. It stretched high above her, the glistening windows appearing like tinted glass in the sunlight.
Her jaw dropped when she stepped on the gravel in the parking lot, fake plants set up outside the double-doors and a concrete sidewalk welcoming her as she stepped closer. Not many were inside, her chuckling to herself at the prospect that she was really here, inside Mr. Jeon's empire. Perhaps she could end up here one day. Permanently, she meant. The whole point of an internship was to possibly secure a future job. Although she adored acting, there was something oddly appealing about staying inside such a divine place.
The ladies at the front desk greeted her with plenty of smiles, Y/n giving them the necessary information they needed so they could check her in. After less than two minutes of her filling out the basic forms, her head perked up at the sound of footsteps approaching. They were echoing throughout the insides of her ears, quaking inside her brain and causing her posture to slump. By the time she gained the courage to see who was approaching, she had to stop herself from dropping her jaw.
Jeon Jungkook.
She recognized him from the photos, but he was much taller in person, and his skin was paler too. His eyes were a glowing chestnut with a hint of scarlet speckled around the sides of his irises, his cheeks crinkling as he offered her a smile. He halted by her side, his hands popping with pulsing veins, and she could have sworn she saw tattoos on his arm from the brief glimpse she got.
Aniyah"Mr. Jeon, how can we help you?"
Jungkook"Just checking in. New recruit?"
Holy *, even his voice was hot.
The way he said that made her heart swoon like she was staring at Namtiddies all over again. Okay, Y/n, shut up. It was definitely inappropriate to be worshipping her professor's tits, but in a way, it literally helped her grades. Huh. That was probably pretty sad, but Y/n couldn't help herself.
Y/n"My name is Y/n L/n, I'm a new intern."
She made sure her voice came out as strong as possible. It was a façade, but a damn good one. When she needed to, she could fake confidence. She prayed she could continue her act until Mr. Jeon departed.
"What position?" he asked.
Y/n"Marketing assistant."
Jungkook"No need. I'll upgrade you to my personal assistant."
Her eyes bulged, but Mr. Jeon was quick to interrupt her by raising his hand.
Jungkook"I'll pay you extra."
*, he was speaking to her heart.
Y/n"That's all you had to say."
Mr. Jeon smiled and gave the details to the ladies behind the desk, then, he was on his way. The short visit was enough for Y/n to swoon, her hands pressing against the desk to steady herself. Of course, she was teased by the ladies, and she had to fight to contain her enthusiasm. Yet somehow, she felt as though this job was worth it. As if it'd show her the part she was missing...
Mr. Jeon smiled and gave the details to the ladies behind the desk, then, he was on his way. The short visit was enough for Y/n to swoon, her hands pressing against the desk to steady herself. Of course, she was teased by the ladies, and she had to fight to contain her enthusiasm. Yet somehow, she felt as though this job was worth it.
As if it'd show her the part she was missing...
~1 DAY LATER~
The first day of the internship was boring; all she did was get acquainted with the company and read policies. She didn't actually interact with Mr. Jeon outside of that first encounter. Now, here she was, in Mr. Jeon's huge office with a desk in the corner that seemed like it was just moved in. Mr. Jeon, who was sitting behind his desk, motioned to the furniture that was before her.
Jungkook"I brought that desk in for you. Let me know if there's anything wrong with it. I figure if we're working closely from now on, we'll need to see each other often."
Without a word, she plopped down. She was in the corner, her eyes unable to see her boss. Truthfully, she wasn't too nervous. Her job was very simple: look over Mr. Jeon's daily schedule, remind him about meetings, watch videos about upcoming projects his company was working on, respond to emails from potential clients, and offer advice on future projects. If anything, this was easier than her English class with Professor Kim.
She settled in, opening her laptop that she was carrying in her trusty backpack. It was a simple one: a backpack with a unicorn on it. Was it childish? Yes. Did Y/n care? No.
It was silent after that; both of them were busy with work, and Y/n needed to make sure her access to the company's employee website was still working after she set it up yesterday. When she saw it was, she began scrolling through the countless files she had to proofread. For an acting student, she wasn't doing much acting, but at least she could reference Jeon Jungkook as one of her previous bosses. As long as she sucked up to him a bit, she could score a solid letter of recommendation. Who would turn down a worker who had work experience with one of the biggest in the game?
Smiling at her own thoughts, she zoomed through her work. It was far from easy, but she managed to adjust. The files were mostly boring proposals for new equipment they could purchase, warehouses that should be shut down, and actors that needed blacklisting from their sites. It was tedious work, really. Yet here she was in charge of it-
His voice came from right behind her.
She whipped around and jumped upon seeing he was leaning against the side of her desk. She apologized and dipped her head, curious as to how he snuck up on her. Then, she cleared her throat and regained what dignity she had left.
Y/n"How can I help you, sir?"
Jungkook"Take a break. Walk with me. I know nothing about you, yet here you are, working in my office. It only makes sense that we get to know each other, don't you think?"
Figuring saying no to her boss was a bad decision (not that she wanted to say no anyway), she hummed and was about to get up when he offered her his hand.
Jungkook"Miss L/n, I like to think I'm a gentleman. Allow me to assist."
Who was she to say no to that?
She grinned and slipped her hand into his, feeling each beat of his pulse as her fingers slid by his wrist. He pulled her up, and she came a bit closer to him than intended, her breath getting caught in her throat. His eyes flashed a bright scarlet, but it left as soon as it arrived, convincing Y/n it was just a trick of the light.
After a moment of hesitation, he dropped her hand and backed up.
Jungkook"This way, let's get coffee, shall we?"
He opened the door for her, motioning for her to leave first. She did, him rushing to walk by her side.
Y/n"I must inform you that I have a strong disliking of coffee, sir."
Jungkook"Really? A college kid dislikes coffee? How do you pull all-nighters then?"
Y/n"Hardcore drugs, sir."
Mr. Jeon laughed, his smile making him look like a bunny.
Jungkook"Miss L/n, don't you know that's bad for you?"
He pressed the down arrow next to the shining elevator. When she turned, their faces nearly crashed together from how close he was.
Jungkook"You could get hurt."
His voice dropped to a whisper, Y/n almost biting her tongue off from the shock and forcing her lips to turn upwards.
Y/n"I do what I must, sir."
The elevator dinged, signaling that it arrived. Right when the doors opened, Mr. Jeon placed his hand on the side so she could go through first with no issues. She thanked him, entered, and returned the favor for him. He didn't return the gratitude, but he did click his tongue and give her a stare as he pressed the bottom floor.
She stood at attention and motioned for him to continue. His thin lips curled up as if making a smirk, the man leaning against the wall of the elevator before he spoke.
Jungkook"Call me Jungkook."
Although the name seemed tabooed to speak of in a professional environment, she managed to agree, waiting out the long elevator ride as they descended. She clutched the railings by her, attempting to thwart the nausea coursing through her. Elevator rides were disgusting and made her want to throw herself off a bridge. Thanks to that, her heartbeat increased, Jungkook tilting his head.
Jungkook"Do I make you nervous, Miss L/n?"
He teased her, just like she did to him with the drugs.
The elevator squeaked as it beeped, Y/n pushing off the railings and approaching the doors as they slid open.
Y/n"In your dreams, Jungkook. And sir?"
He quirked a brow, watching as she pressed her hand against the elevator to stop the doors from shutting. She gave him a grin.
