The Tenth Floor pt22
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader
Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?
3 years after giving up on the nonsense that happened on the 10th Floor, and after a particularly unpleasant falling out with your former boss, you find yourselves back in each others lives. Can things have changed enough for you and Yoongi to have a fresh start? Or was the damage done too great?
Genre: Crack, Fluff, humor, some angst? Mostly crack tbh.
Word Count: Idk man, this is a short update.
Warnings: Strong language, smut talked about/implied in previous updates, some dark themes occasionally.
Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21,
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His words hung, uselessly, in the air. He shifted from foot to foot, waiting for you to say something. Anything. To make this less awkward.
“Funny, after all this time, me bringing you the wrong coffee.”
Why were those the words that came out of his mouth? He had no idea. All he knew was they spilled out in a desperate attempt to lighten the uncomfortable silence that had fallen after you took a sip, made a face, and spat the coffee back into the cup without saying a word.
“I never brought you the wrong coffee,” You replied dryly. “You just never knew what you wanted until you drank it.”
Yoongi internally cringed. That wasn’t entirely true. He usually knew what he wanted, some part of him just liked to be difficult.
He thought better than to say that.
“So this is a nice office,” He tried instead. “Nice... Desk?”
“Thanks I built it myself,” You deadpanned.
“Really?”
“No.” You sat back in your chair, eyeing him warily. “Where’s Jungkook today?”
Right to the point. “He wasn’t feeling good,” Yoongi said smoothly.
You looked at your phone, read something, and raised an eyebrow. “No.”
“He took a personal day.”
“No.” You said again. “He didn’t. What’s going on?”
“Nothing, just felt like visiting our greatest investor in person today. Speaking of, is Changkyun available...?” Even now, after these past several years of only seeing you occasionally, after basically becoming strangers again, Yoongi felt strange lying to you. It didn’t feel good. Like he was reverting to ways he thought he had left behind in therapy.
“No, something’s up, and Jungkook’s being weirdly secretive about it, too,” You leaned forward on your desk, looking him directly in the eyes. “Is there something we should know? Changkyun’s noticed it, too, over the last several months.”
“Speaking of him,” Yoongi tried to deflect. “Where did you say he is?”
“He’s out,” You shrugged. “You can talk to me about further investment.”
Yoongi grimaced. “So that’s the thing,” He coughed uncomfortably. “Things aren’t--there isn’t. Uh. It isn’t looking like there’s going to be much left to invest in pretty soon. We’re drowning.” It felt wrong to actually say it out loud, even though the numbers had been saying it for so long.
Your eyebrows knitted together. “I thought you had this whole plan of recovery--”
Yoongi shook his head. “It’s not working fast enough. Changkyun already knows the other investors pulled out. I’m here in a last ditch effort to save some jobs.” He shifted again, then muttered. “I’m selling the company.”
“You’re what.”
Yoongi couldn’t tell if you actually couldn’t hear him, or if you were surprised. He didn’t think there was any chance you didn’t see it coming--As Changkyun’s assistant, he was sure you got an inside look at how terribly things were going.
“I’m selling the company,” He said again, louder this time. “I had my chance. I ran it into the ground. My employees shouldn’t suffer for that, though. If someone like Changkyun was to buy it, at least some of them could keep their jobs...”
“You didn’t run it into the ground,” You interrupted. “And you know that. It was failing long before you were put in charge, and even then you had to cater to investors who didn’t understand what was going on. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Yoongi felt his cheeks heat up, and he coughed as an excuse to look away. “Thanks. For that. But,” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling restless suddenly. “Credit where credit is due, I didn’t fix things fast enough.”
“That isn’t how that saying works,” You muttered, grabbing a sticky note and jotting down a note to yourself. “I’ll talk to Changkyun.”
“Thanks,” He said, taking a couple steps back towards the door.
“And Yoongi?” You added, giving him a small smile.
“Yeah,” He wasn’t sure what it was about the way you said it that made him nervous.
“It was good to see you.”