Member(s): Jeongin (feat. JYP lmao)
A/n: Omg this has been in my drafts for like 3 months wtf…Also, if the words are bolded, it means you’re speaking english lol and also a warning, this is kind of dramatic?? Idk I hope you enjoy this tho!! This was supposed to be one fic, but it was getting too long so I decided to chop it lmao. Next parts are coming soon ^^
“Ah, Miss y/n, I’m here!”
You turned around, scowling at the frantic boy. He was dressed in his usual white button-up shirt, paired with a long black tie, black dress pants, and black leather shoes. He was slightly hunched and a little messy, but still acceptable. His half-slicked back hair framed his fox-like facial features showed slight fatigue.
“Why are you late? You’ve never been late,” you hissed, making the Jeongin shrink into himself.
“I’m so sorry, Miss. I woke up late today. I have no excuse,” he gulped, fixing his hair.
“I’ll excuse you this time and this one time only. You’ve never been late before so I’ll let you off the hook. If you’re ever late again,” you stared coldly into his eyes, “You’re fired.”
“Yes, ma’am. I apologize,” Jeongin bows before scuttling to his small desk on the side of the room.
You sigh and walk towards your own desk before plopping into your comfortable swivel chair. You watched Jeongin as he set his things down by his desk and got back up and left the room. Jeongin was your personal assistant and you had to admit that he was the best you’ve ever had. You’re the youngest CEO, having graduated three years early, and have won multiple awards for your amazing work.
You became busy quickly and at the youthful age of only eighteen, you still were not able to handle all the stress by yourself. So, you began searching for someone to aid you with your work. You’ve looked and looked and worked with a couple of people, but they weren’t the right fit. Your life became drastically less stressful and you felt less pressure as soon as you met Jeongin.
He was the same age as you, but still in college. Now, it has been four years since you’ve started working with Jeongin. It’s his last year in college now so you’re hoping he would become more available after he graduates.
You stare down blankly at the paperwork in front of you, contemplating on whether you should start them now or hand them off to Jeongin to finish. Just then, the door creaks open and you look up. Jeongin shuffles in with a small tray of snacks and a fresh cup of steaming coffee, as usual.
“Here you are, Miss,” Jeongin sets the tray down on your table, “The coffee is still hot. You should wait a while.”
“Thank you,” you nod, dwelling in the scent of fresh coffee and sweet cookies.
“Oh, should I take the paperwork, Miss?” Jeongin asks, noticing the pile of papers you were previously staring at.
“Sure, thanks,” you shrug, handing him the stack.
You silently munched on the cookies and drank the coffee as you watched Jeongin start on the paperwork. To say he was a hard worker was an understatement and you felt bad for being so harsh on him. He has amazing work ethics, always polite, and he always followed your orders all the way down to the smallest details. He always had a smile on his face despite all the yelling, stress, and work he had to deal with. You really admired him, so as his boss, you believed that it was best to let him face challenges to help him grow.
Jeongin suddenly looks up, catching you staring at him. He gives you a sweet, dimpled smile before setting down his pen and getting up. He made his way over to your desk and took the empty tray.
“Would you like me to refill your cup?” he points to the empty cup in your hands.
“It’s alright. Just finish the paperwork by lunch. We have a meeting after,” you hand him the cup before turning back around to look for some files.
After Jeongin came back, the two of you worked in comfortable silence. Jeongin knew mornings just weren’t your thing so he didn’t bother you too much. It was your routine. You and Jeongin would come into the office, he’d get you some snacks and the two of you worked silently. Then, after lunch, the two of you would attend meetings if there were any and then get back to work, but Jeongin would speak up more. Finally, at the end of the day, Jeongin would drive you back home before heading for his night classes.
Occasionally, he would have to sign out in the middle of the day if his school schedule conflicted with his work schedule. You would reluctantly let him go, but you understood that he had to graduate.
Before you knew it, it was already noon. You looked up from your laptop and your eyes drifted to Jeongin, who was scribbling away. You got up and walked up to his desk.
“Have you finished?” you look down at what he was writing.
“I’m almost done. I’ll finish this last sheet and go to lunch,” Jeongin smiled up at you.
“Good. This meeting is going to be draining,” you roll your eyes at the thought of who you were going to work with today.
“Of course. Have a nice lunch, Miss,” Jeongin waves as you left the room.
“Jeongin. Do you have all the paperwork?” you ask as you walk steadily towards the meeting room.
Jeongin trailed behind you, “Yes, I have the paperwork and a couple of additional files.”
“Good. You know how this man is. Disgusting,” you seeth, stopping in front of the door.
You take a deep breath before opening the door. You put on a fake smile, showing off your pearly white teeth. The jolly, old man in front of you let out a bellowing laugh and you cringed internally. You had worked with him quite a few times and you had come to learn that he was extremely touchy. Jeongin has had to intervene many times. Unfortunately for you, he was good friends with your deceased parents and so naturally, your parents had hoped that you would work closely with him. You only agreed because your parents asked you to. You respected them and their decisions so you reluctantly complied.
“Y/n, good to see you again, love,” the middle-aged man spread his arms wide open for a hug.
“Please, do not call me ‘love’, Mister Park. I’ve told you many times,” you stepped back a little and reached for his hand for a quick shake.
“Aww come on, we’ve worked together for such a long time. Your parents and I were close anyway,” he shrugs before taking a seat on one of the ends of the long table.
You sat down on the opposite end and Jeongin sat next to you. The meeting officially began and you internally groaned. It would be another two hours of your life wasted. Mr. Park had never been too interesting and you always quietly dozed off whenever he was talking. Luckily, Jeongin always took down notes and spoke for you whenever you didn’t feel like interacting.
“Alright, what do you have to say this time,” you sigh, your fingers held up your head by your temple.
“I think you’re going to like this one,” Mr. Park chuckled.
“You say that every time,” you discreetly rolled your eyes. You heard Jeongin let out the slightest giggle next to you. He must have seen it.
“No, but really. This time, it’s big,” Mr. Park shakes his head, leaning forward.
You leaned back,” Then tell me.”
Mr. Park began his long, boring speech and you completely tuned him out. You blankly stared at the clock right above his head. In the middle of his rambling, he suddenly got up and you shook yourself awake a little.
“You’re going to go on a business trip to endorse my newest product!” Mr. Park practically yells.
“Pardon?” you slam down on the table, standing up as well.
“We’re sending you to tour the U.S. to endorse my new product. You’ll be out and about for a whole month. Isn’t that exciting? You young people love traveling, huh,” Mr. Park laughs, clapping for himself.
You looked in disbelief at the jovial man. You had never liked moving around and being an introverted person, traveling and being with people always drained you. You were also never really one to be the center of attention, despite being the CEO. You always had Jeongin present the latest products or do the talking. Being front and center made you feel weak and powerless. You never liked the feeling of people staring at you, waiting for you to mess up or belittling you.
“Sir, would you please elaborate?” Jeongin asks, placing a comforting hand on yours.
You weakly collapsed back into your chair. Your heart pounded rapidly in your chest and you give Jeongin a quick glance. He simply smiles warmly your way and patting your hands a few times, trying to calm you down.
“Of course, Mister Yang. Well, my new product is in need of some promoting. A beautiful, young lady like y/n would be great for marketing,” Mr. Park smirks.
“It’s not even my product. Why can’t you find someone else from your company to do it?” you scoff.
“This is a partnership, y/n. You must do some kind of work,” Mr. Park snorts as if it were obvious, “Besides, you kind of owe me this since your parents asked you to work for me.”
“Work with you, Mister Park,” you shake your head, trying to regain your composure, “I don’t work for you.”
“Sure, whatever. Anyway, we’ve already booked flights and hotels so you have to go. Traveling starts next week,” Mr. Park replies nonchalantly.
“Mister Park, I’m not sure that’s enough time to prepare for everything,” Jeongin looks at you worriedly.
“Ayy, don’t worry about it, kiddo. You children can adapt quickly,” Mr. Park’s cocky voice drifts off as he leaves the room.
As soon as the door shuts behind him and his employees, you dropped your head down to the table, clutching it with your arms. You let out a small groan. You could feel your tears bubbling in your eyes, but you refused to cry.
“Miss y/n…we’ll get through this. I’m here to help,” you felt Jongin’s large hands rest on your back, rubbing it softly.
You sat up and looked at him wearily. His hand was still making comforting circles on your back. You didn’t want to drag him away from school for two whole months. It would just prolong his days of juggling studying and work.
“Are you sure?” you sniff.
“That’s what you hired me for, isn’t that right?” Jeongin chuckles kindly.
You nodded sadly, “I guess you can be dismissed now, today. I don’t want to do anything so please just take me home.”
“Of course. Let’s go,” Jeongin nods, helping you up.
You and Jeongin make your way to his car and he opens the door for you. You slipped in and buckled up. Jeongin soon joins you in his car and begins heading back to your house. It was only two in the afternoon, but you just wanted to sleep for the rest of the day. You rested your head on the window and watched as the colorful city flew past you.
“Jeongin,” you whispered, peeking over at him.
“Yes?” he responded, still looking at the road.
“Are you sure you want to pause school for an entire month…just to help me ‘endorse’ this product?” you guiltily ask.
“Of course. It’s my job to help you, right?” Jeongin glances over at you, smiling.
“Thank you,” you nod, before going back to watching the lively city.
You sat in your swivel chair, waiting for Jeongin to arrive. For once, you were dressed in casual clothes in the office. It felt weird, but you reminded yourself that you were leaving soon. You heard a knock before the door creaked and you spun around.
Your eyes widen a little at the sight of your assistant in casual clothing. Jeongin’s hair was down and fluffy. He had on an oversized, canary yellow hoodie paired with comfortable denim overalls. In his hand right hand was a medium-sized suitcase and a backpack hung from his left shoulder.
“You look like a minion,” you bluntly tell him, snickering a little. He looked cute though.
“I didn’t even realize that,” Jeongin frets, checking over his outfit.
You laugh a little, causing Jeongin to nervously giggle along. A ‘ding’ from your phone startles both you and Jeongin and you check your phone. The driver sent by Mr. Park had arrived and you sighed. You and Jeongin make your way down to the parking lot of the building.
A large, black van was parked and the driver was waiting for you. He opened the trunk and Jeongin helped you put your luggage in and put his in as well. You left your backpack in the back as well, but Jeongin kept his with him. Jeongin opened the door for you and you hopped in, buckling up right away. Jeongin slid into the seat next to yours and buckled up as well.
The ride to the airport was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. After an hour drive, you finally reached the airport. The number of people traveling in and out the doors nearly made you faint. Luckily, Jeongin knew how to maneuver through the busy airport and the two of you safely made your way to your gate.
“What’s the schedule today?” you ask, holding your backpack close as you sat nervously, waiting to board the plane.
“Well, we’re going to the west coast, California, first. It takes about fourteen hours to get there. It should be about seven in the evening when we arrive. Mister Park booked a hotel one hour away from the airport. The hotel offers dinner so we could eat there and just rest for the day.” Jeongin informs you.
You simply nod, already dreading the long flight. Soon, first-class flyers were called so you and Jeongin lined up, to board the plane. The woman at the little podium in front of the gate scanned your tickets and you and Jeongin made your way to the plane to find your seats. Jeongin lifted your luggage into the little compartment above your seat and easily slid his in as well.
“Do you want the window or aisle seat?” Jeongin asks, adjusting his backpack.
“Uh, window,” you shrug before shuffling to the seat and sitting down.
You placed your backpack in the little corner between your seat and the seat in front. Luckily, there was a lot of room since you were riding in first class. Jeongin slips into his seat next to yours and slides his backpack underneath his seat.
Soon, all the passengers boarded and the pilot announced that you were lifting off. You had never flown before and to say you were nervous was an understatement. As soon as the flight attendants showed up, you quickly strapped on your seatbelt and pulled on the loose strap so that you were strapped in as tight as possible. Your hands gripped on the armrest so hard that your knuckles turned white. You felt lightheaded when the plane started moving.
“Hey, don’t be scared. You can hold my hand if you want,” Jeongin’s soothing voice breaks you out of your panicked state.
You looked over at Jeongin’s hand before hesitantly accepting his offer. You felt the plane tip upwards and you immediately shut your eyes, tightening your hold on Jeongin’s hand. You felt Jeongin give your hand a light squeeze. Finally, the plane evened out and you opened your eyes, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
“Are you okay?” Jeongin asked and you looked over.
“Uh, thanks,” you awkwardly let go of his hand, immediately missing the warmth and comfort of it.
“No problem,” Jeongin smiles.
Throughout the flight, you and Jeongin discussed the plans and different flights. It had already been eight hours into the flight and dinner had just been served. You were beginning to feel drowsy and your head rolled back and forth as you tried to stay awake.
“Miss, are you tired?” Jeongin asked, his voice soft.
You sleepily nodded. Jeongin leaned over and you leaned back, a little shocked at his sudden advancement. He noticed and apologized.
“Uh, you can tilt your chair back if you want. Just press that little button there,” he leaned even closer to point at the button on the inside of your armrest, “And just push back.”
You pushed the button with your thumb and pushed back as instructed. You let out a small squeak of surprise when your seat slammed backward. Jeongin began laughing and you felt your cheeks heat up.
“No need to shove that hard,” Jeongin giggles, helping you adjust your seat.
“We should invest in a private jet. This sucks,” you pout.
You unbuckle your seatbelt, deciding that it was more comfortable that way. Jeongin soon joined you in leaning his chair back. Soon, your eyelids began getting heavier and heavier and you drifted up into a dreamless sleep.
A bright beam of light woke you up. You were a little disorientated, confused as to why you didn’t feel like you were in bed. Blinking, you tried to wake yourself up and you looked down. A rose pink jacket had been draped neatly over your body. You were confused. You didn’t remember having that over you when you fell asleep, much less owning it. You looked over at Jeongin’s seat to ask him, but he wasn’t there.
You sighed and looked out the window. The sky was light blue and the white, fluffy clouds drifted underneath the plane. The bright sun shone through the window, illuminating your lap.
“You’re awake,” a sudden voice makes you jump and turn around.
“Oh, it’s you,” you sigh in relief, placing a hand over your pounding heart.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jeongin chuckles, “Did you sleep well?”
“I suppose. This seat is nowhere near as comfortable as my bed though,” you complain.
“I can imagine,” Jeongin laughs, sitting back down.
You remembered the jacket still draped over you and you shook it off. Folding it neatly, you held it out to Jeongin, “I assume this is yours.”
“Yeah, you were shivering in your sleep. It gets pretty cold on planes,” Jeongin explains, taking his jacket back.
“Oh, thank you,” you awkwardly nod.
“You only slept for four hours. Can’t sleep?” he asked.
“Four hours? It felt longer,” you frown, “I’m fine though, thanks for asking.”
“Well, we’re landing in two hours, so you can get more rest when we get to the hotel later,” Jeongin says.
“Okay, sounds good. Make sure to give Mister Park a call when we land. I don’t want to deal with him,” you hum, “Tell him ‘thank you’ for paying for the hotel.”
“Of course,” Jeongin agrees.
The two hours passed quickly. You and Jeongin just went over the week’s plans another time before the pilot announced the landing of the plane. You were more than ecstatic to get off and Jeongin chuckled at your enthusiasm.
You practically bolted off the plane as soon as the plane halted, but Jeongin held you back. He reached up and opened the compartment and pulled out your luggage. You watched as he grabbed his own.
His hood had been pulled over his head, leaving only his soft bangs and handsome face exposed. His sleeves slid down as he reached for his luggage and exposed his toned arms. He wet his lips before pulling his luggage out of the compartment, causing his arm muscles to flex. You had to admit, he looked pretty attractive at the moment.
“Alright, we can head out now,” Jeongin turns to you, pulling up the handle from his luggage.
You frantically turned around and began walking, pretending as you hadn’t just been checking him out. You didn’t know what got into you and why Jeongin suddenly looked so attractive. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was seeing him in casual clothes for the first time. Maybe it was spending fourteen continuous hours with him. Of course, you had thought he was handsome before, but you were never really attracted to him. Shaking off these thoughts, you focused on making it out of the bustling airport.
Finally, the two of you made it out to the exit and luckily, the car to pick you up had already arrived. Jeongin loaded both yours and his luggage into the car and the driver set off towards the hotel. On the way, you pulled out a small booklet and handed it to Jeongin.
“Here, study up on your English,” you tell him, “Mister Park may have chosen me to do the promoting, but you’re going to have to at least understand the locals here.”
“Of course. Thank you, Miss,” Jeongin takes the book and immediately begins flipping through it.
“Also, don’t forget to call and thank Mister Park,” you reminded.
“I’ll do that right now, Miss,” Jeongin set the book down and pulled out his phone, searching his contacts.
You stared outside the window, but you were listening in on Jeongin’s conversation with Mr. Park. You felt a little guilty for shoving the call onto Jeongin, but you really didn’t want to deal with that creepy, old man after an uncomfortable fourteen-hour flight.
“Hello, Mister Park. This is Yang Jeongin, Miss y/n’s personal assistant,” Jeongin paused and waited for Mr. Park’s reply, “Yes, we’ve arrived safely, sir. Thank you for booking the hotel for us.”
You looked over at Jeongin and gave him a thumbs up. He gives you his brightest smile, and you turn back to look out the window. You don’t know what’s happening, but you felt yourself blushing at his adorable smile. That’s never happened before.
“Thank you, Mister Park. We will call you later. Goodbye, sir,” Jeongin ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket.
During the rest of the car ride, you and Jeongin simply enjoyed each other’s company, well at least you enjoyed it. You were never sure if Jeongin liked you because of the constant, bright smile on his face. He had always been one who could easily mask his annoyance or distraught so you never really knew.
Finally, you reached the hotel and you had to admit, it was quite nice. It was one that you would personally book for vacation if you ever traveled. You and Jeongin waited in the lobby for the bellhops to help with your luggage and to sign in. You watched Jeongin as he marveled at the sight in front of him.
“You seem to like this place,” you chuckle.
“I’ve just never been in such an expensive hotel before,” Jeongin looked around in awe.
“You’ll have to get used to it,” you smile, admiring the boy.
“I guess I will,” Jeongin looks back at you, his eyes sparkling with joy.
“Let’s go check in,” you began walking towards the check-in desk.
“Hello, sir. We’d like to check-in. The reservation was made by Mister Jinyoung Park,” you informed the man in perfect english.
You heard a little gasp from behind you. Turning around, you saw Jeongin who quickly placed his hand over his mouth. You gave him an amused grin before turning back to the employee.
“Here’s your key, Miss. Have a nice night,” the employee handed you the key.
“Thank you,” you examined the key card, “Excuse me. Why is there only one key? We have two people.”
“Sorry, it says here…Mister Park only booked one room,” the man shrugged.
Your mouth dropped open as you stared at the employee’s retreating form. He disappeared behind the staff door and you aggressively turned to face Jeongin who jumped back a little.
“Is there something wrong, Miss y/n?” Jeongin asked, brows furrowing in worry.
“Mister Park…” you hissed under your breath, eyes flaming.
“What happened?” Jeongin inquired.
“That goddamn fool,” you scoffed, a dissatisfied smirk appeared on your face.
Jeongin shivered a little at the sight, “Uh…Miss y/n, you have to tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”
“That oaf booked only one goddamn room!” you roared, shoving the key card in Jeongin’s face. His face flushed and he looked down shyly.
“M-miss y/n, I’m sure it was a mistake,” Jeongin gulped, “We should call him to change it.”
“His cheap ass probably paid for only one room because it was too expensive and he wanted to annoy me. He knows I like my privacy. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of annoying me,” you fumed, completely ignoring what Jeongin had just said.
Jeongin’s face was now even redder, “A-are you sure, Miss y/n?”
“I’m more than sure,” you smirked, your gaze piercing through Jeongin’s poor soul.
“O-oh, o-okay,” Jeongin choked out.
You stormed away to the elevator, Jeongin meekly following. You angrily pressed the up button and stood there, waiting for the elevator, arms crossed over your chest. Your foot rapidly tapped against the tile floor. Luckily, no one else was in the elevator when it arrived and you and Jeongin stepped in. Jeongin pressed the button to the penthouse and you pouted all the way to the top.
“Are you really sure, Miss y/n?” Jeongin hesitated as the two of you reached the room door.
“I’m sure, Jeongin,” you hissed, snatching the key from his hands and swiping it.
You entered the room. Usually, you would be more than satisfied with it, but the only catch is that there’s only one bed. Your knees turned into jelly and you collapsed, but before your knees could hit the floor, Jeongin caught you and helped you up.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Jeongin worries.
“T-there’s…only,” you feel as if you were going to cry, “one bed.”
“What?!” Jeongin screeched, nearly falling over and almost dropping you.
“Mister Park is going to regret this,” you mumbled, already planning a murder plan.
“W-we should r-really go ask for a room change,” Jeongin begs.
“No, we’re not. We can’t let Mister Park win,” you glared at the blubbering boy.
“O-okay,” for the first time, you saw Jeongin near tears.
Toothbrush in hand, you squeezed a little glob of toothpaste onto it and began brushing your teeth. You peeked into the bedroom, hair still dripping wet. Jeongin was sitting awkwardly on the couch, scrolling through his phone. The television was on, but the volume was low. The two of you decided that some white noise would be the best way to distract you from the fact that there was only one bed. Jeongin had offered to take the couch, but you insisted that he slept on the bed. You couldn’t have him in a bad condition during the promotions tomorrow. Besides, you were a good boss.
“Oh, Miss y/n,” Jeongin looked up from his phone, noticing you peeking out of the bathroom.
“How early do we need to be up tomorrow?” you paused your brushing, the foamy paste all over your lips.
“The meeting starts at eight in the morning. We should eat breakfast before though…so maybe be up at seven?” Jeongin gets off the couch and walks towards you.
He hands you his phone and you scrolled through the schedule, nodding a few times. You ducked back into the bathroom to rinse your mouth out before popping back out. You handed Jeongin his phone back.
“Miss y/n, you should dry your hair. You can’t afford to get sick now,” Jeongin looks at your soaking hair worriedly.
“It’s fine. I’ll be fine,” you dismiss him, waving a hand.
Jeongin reached for your waving hand and grabs your wrist. He gently tugged you back into the bathroom before plugging in the hairdryer and turning it on. His actions shocked you, but also made you a little shy.
You watched through the giant mirror as Jeongin dried your hair, occasionally ruffling it to make sure it was drying evenly. Your eyes traveled all over his face. His brows were furrowed and his tongue was peeking out from his mouth. He had the cutest “concentrating face” and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Finally, Jeongin turned off the hairdryer and you parted your hair away from your face.
“I could have done that by myself,” you huff, trying to mask your satisfaction.
“Well, it’s my job to help you out,” Jeongin chuckles.
“Whatever,” you pout, “You can use the bathroom now.”
Jeongin simply laughs and retrieves his clean clothes before entering the bathroom and locking the door. You sigh and slipped into bed and scrolling through your phone. You hadn’t really thought about the consequences of sharing a bed with Jeongin until you actually got into the bed. Although it was the penthouse and the bed was fairly large, the bed was still meant for only one person. You swallowed harshly, trying to imagine how far you’d have to scoot to keep a safe distance from Jeongin.
Before you knew it, Jeongin was out of the bathroom, clad in a plain white t-shirt and light gray joggers. You subconsciously slid further down into the blankets, covering your face with your phone as you tried your best to look away. You’ve never shared a room with a boy, much less shared the same bed with one. You felt shy. You felt like a little girl who was experiencing something new.
Jeongin shuffles over to the bed and hops in, staying at the very edge of it like you were. You appreciated the space he left in between the two of you and bid him goodnight before turning off the lights.
You rolled away so that you weren’t facing him and closed your eyes. However, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t sleep. Not with Jeongin right next to you at least. You weren’t sure if Jeongin was asleep or not, but you could hear his soft breathing and it comforted you a little. Soon enough, your eyes began drooping and you were knocked out cold.
