My Unknown Listener

Part 3 First meeting

That night, after your first day at the job, you collapsed onto your bed, exhausted but eager to talk to Yoongi. You hadn’t had much time to message him earlier, but now, you couldn’t wait to tell him how your day had gone. You grabbed your phone and started typing.

You: Yoongi, guess what! My first day went surprisingly well! I was so nervous, but everyone was nice.

It didn’t take long for Yoongi to reply.

Yoongi: That’s good to hear. I told you, you’d do fine.

You smiled at his words, feeling a little more at ease. Even though you’d never met him in person, his presence had become comforting to you.

You: Yeah, but I had a bit of a surprise too.

Yoongi: Oh? What happened?

You: Well, I saw the CEO today.

Yoongi’s fingers paused over the keyboard as he read your message. " Saw the CEO? " He frowned slightly, unsure where this was going.

Yoongi: And?

You: I mean, he’s super handsome. Like, unreal levels of good-looking. The kind of guy you wouldn’t expect to be running a company. I swear, when he walked into the lobby, the entire room just… stopped.

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed as he read your words, an unexpected wave of irritation rising within him. Handsome? Good-looking? He didn’t like the way that made him feel. At all. But he kept his tone neutral.

Yoongi: Oh really?

You: Yeah! There’s just something about him… but obviously, I’m just a new employee, so he barely noticed me.

Yoongi clenched his jaw, feeling a twinge of jealousy, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. He knew it was irrational—after all, you were talking about him, in a way. But the thought of you admiring "Suga," the version of him that was known to the world as cold and untouchable, made his chest tighten.

Yoongi: Sounds like you were impressed.

He wanted to say more, but he held back. Why was he getting worked up over this?

You: Haha, I guess I was. But it’s not like anything would happen. He’s probably way too busy to even notice someone like me. Anyway, I’m more focused on getting good at this job.

Yoongi felt a bit of relief at your words but still couldn’t shake the feeling that had settled over him. He didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of you thinking about someone else—even if that someone was him—made him uneasy.

Yoongi: Well, just don’t get too distracted by your "handsome boss," okay?

You laughed, finding his response a bit funny.

You: Don’t worry, grumpy cat. No one can replace you as my favorite person to talk to.

Yoongi smirked despite himself, feeling a little better, but still strangely protective.

Yoongi: Good. I’ll hold you to that.

You: Alright, I’ve got to rest up for tomorrow. We’ll talk later?

Yoongi: Yeah, sleep well. Don’t let your handsome boss invade your dreams.

You: Haha, good night, Yoongi.

As he put his phone down, Yoongi exhaled, trying to push away the unfamiliar jealousy. He knew things were only going to get more complicated from here, especially now that you were working so close to him. He couldn’t keep his identity hidden forever, but for now, he’d have to play it cool.

But one thing was certain—he didn’t like the idea of anyone else, not even himself, catching your attention.

The next morning, you were settling into your new role as the assistant's assistant, a job that kept you busy with small tasks—like making coffee runs for the CEO. Today, Suga's assistant handed you a cup and asked you to bring it directly to his office. Your nerves spiked. You hadn’t been in his office before, and after hearing about how intense he could be, the thought of being in the same room as him made your stomach twist.

As you knocked on his door and entered, you found him pacing the room, speaking angrily into his phone. His sharp tone filled the air, each word coming out like a command. He wasn’t just annoyed; he was furious. You hesitated at the door, unsure of what to do, but he hadn’t noticed you yet, so you slowly approached his desk with the coffee.

Then, it happened.

Suga: "I told you this should have been done yesterday! This is unacceptable!"

His voice boomed, and you jumped slightly, causing your hand to tremble. The coffee cup tipped, and a small splash landed directly on a stack of important-looking files. Your heart sank as you watched the dark liquid seep into the paper. You froze, panic rising inside you.

Suga abruptly ended his call, his frustration at a peak. When he saw the spilled coffee, he groaned, his eyes narrowing at the mess. His focus shifted to you, standing there like a deer in headlights, wide-eyed and already on the verge of tears. You could feel the pressure building, your nerves shot from being in front of him during such a heated moment.

Suga: "What the hell…"

he started, his voice low and dangerous.

You flinched again, the overwhelming need to apologize on the tip of your tongue, but nothing came out. His gaze softened slightly when he saw your expression. You were clearly terrified, standing there with your hands trembling, your face pale, and tears threatening to spill over.

And for the first time in a long while, something shifted in Suga. Normally, he wouldn’t care—he was used to people being afraid of him, used to seeing subordinates break under pressure. But seeing you, standing there on the verge of tears because of him, made something stir inside his chest. He couldn’t explain it, but he didn’t like the feeling of making you cry.

He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, his anger deflating just a little.

Suga: "Go. Just… go from here."

His voice had lost its bite, and though it was still firm, there was something gentler in it now.

You quickly bowed your head, muttering a soft apology before turning to leave, your heart pounding in your chest. You felt embarrassed, scared, and confused by the strange encounter. You had been warned about how intense he was, but experiencing it firsthand was another thing entirely.

As you hurried out of his office, you couldn’t help but replay the moment in your head, wondering what you had done wrong—aside from the obvious coffee spill. Little did you know, Suga wasn’t thinking about the coffee or even the ruined file anymore. As he sat down at his desk, he found himself wondering why seeing you almost cry had affected him more than anything else had in a long time.

His cold heart, the one he had guarded for so long, suddenly felt the tiniest crack.