TWICE: The Multiverse

JiTzu - Boss Lady

This is an adaptation of a fanfic by Ephyla from fanfiction.net

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"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm just saying that it would be more appropriate if you dressed more like a professional."

Jihyo was internally fuming, but she tried to keep her cool in his office.

"And what do you mean by 'professional' exactly?" The young woman asked, her teeth grinding.

"You know, dresses, heels, skirts," her boss replied nonchalantly.

"With all due respect, why am I the only one you approached with this request?" If murder was legal, she would have skinned him alive a long time ago.

"Because they're not my assistant."

Tzuyu was preparing dinner when she heard the door slam brutally. She turned the heat off and placed the pan on a cool surface. Her girlfriend, in a fit of rage, was struggling to untie her shoelaces as she walked into the living room.

"Bad day at work?" Jihyo just grumbled. "Who was it this time?"

"My obnoxious boss."

"Ah... should've guessed it. Why did he call you in his office this time? Your shoulders were distracting him? Did you show your ankles again?" Her girlfriend dramatically gasped.

Jihyo worked in a small company where the employees were not required to dress professionally since they're not facing any customers. There's still the A/C turned on full blast, so it wasn't like Jihyo was showing a lot of skin to begin with, not that it mattered. But her dirty old boss thought it would be appropriate to point out her attire on an almost daily basis. She quickly got tired of it and decided to have part of her closet dedicated to unflattering clothes so she could avoid being grossly objectified by her superior. Today, however, he crossed a line.

"That pig decided that I should be wearing 'corporate clothing since I'm his assistant' while the others are free to wear jeans and t-shirts." Jihyo fumed as she violently threw her bag on the sofa and stomped toward the bathroom to take shower. Not having the time to reply, Tzuyu simply walked back to the kitchen to finish the cooking.

When Jihyo came back, she seemed to have cooled off a bit. They sat at the table as they ate their dinner.

"You know my dad would hire you if I asked him. You're smart, focused, and hardworking. He would love to have you as an employee. And he loves you. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even his daughter seeing how much he dotes on you." Tzuyu laughs. A small smile formed on her girlfriend's face. "You know he loves you to death. I'm not the one that's getting my ribs crushed every time he hugs me because he missed me. Besides, I don't think it's fair for me to suddenly be hired on the spot by your father just because I'm dating you. Some more qualified people might need it more than me. I already have a decent paying job, it's just that I hate the people I'm working with."

"I know, I know. But it's also not fair for you to endure all this just for your boss's sick pleasure. You're not paid to be his eye-candy. You're paid to be his assistant, and right now he clearly is trying to force you to make his disgusting fantasies a reality. Just please, think about it, alright?" Jihyo looked away, but Tzuyu scooted her chair closer and caressed her cheek, making her face her again. Her frown still visible. "I've noticed you know," she stated.

"Noticed what?"

"You've been stressed a lot since you got this job. You barely eat or get a decent night of sleep anymore," Tzuyu traced the dark bags under her eyes. "You always seem irritated by something." She brought a hand to Jihyo's hand on her sleeve, trying to relax her death grip. She released Tzuyu and she grabbed Jihyo's hand, holding it to her chest. "You barely have the time for your friends and family. If we didn't live together, I probably wouldn't have seen much of you either. I worry about you. I miss you." Tzuyu looked away again.