My Unknown Listener

Part 4 He knows

Over the next few days, he kept an unusually close eye on the office, discreetly asking his assistant about new hires in the company and observing the different departments. Every time he saw a glimpse of you in the hallways or passing by, he would feel a strange rush of familiarity, but he kept his distance for now.

Meanwhile, you continued texting Yoongi as usual, unaware that he might already know the truth. You often shared small details about your day, unknowingly giving him more and more confirmation.

You: The work is still overwhelming, but I’m getting the hang of it. At least my boss hasn’t yelled at me again.

Yoongi smirked when he read that. So, you hadn’t had another run-in with "Suga" since the coffee incident. That was good—for now. But Yoongi was growing more certain each day. He needed to confirm it completely, though.

One evening, as you messaged Yoongi, you mentioned something that caught his attention.

You: I had to help the assistant today. We were sorting through some files, and I noticed they had the CEO’s signature on them. His name is Min Yoongi, just like you!

Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat when he saw your message. This was it—the final confirmation. You had no idea that the "Yoongi" you were talking to late at night was the same person who had scared you in the office not long ago.

He could feel the tension build inside him, but he still wasn’t ready to reveal the truth. Not yet. There was something about this situation that intrigued him. You had no idea who he really was, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. On one hand, it made things complicated, but on the other, it gave him the chance to know you without any preconceived notions.

Yoongi: Yeah, Min Yoongi is a pretty common name. Don’t worry about it. You’re doing great, by the way. I can tell.

You smiled at his words, feeling comforted as always, even though you couldn’t see him. What you didn’t know was that he was watching you more closely than ever, carefully planning his next steps.

Over the next few days, Yoongi made it a point to have you assigned more tasks that would bring you closer to his office. He wanted to observe you, to see how you handled the pressure—and to test his own reaction. Seeing you at work, knowing it was you, made something in him shift. You were no longer just a faceless name in his messages; you were a real person, working right under his nose, unknowingly in the mafia king's territory.

He would catch glimpses of you, watching from afar as you moved through the office, always professional and focused. The more he watched, the more he realized how much he admired your resilience, even after the awkward coffee spill.

But soon enough, Yoongi knew he couldn’t hide behind his phone much longer. There would come a time when you’d have to meet the real him—the one you had been talking to late at night, and the one who ruled over the company and the darker side of Seoul as Suga, the mafia king.

That evening, after a long day at work, you messaged Yoongi like always, eager to unwind. You had overheard some office gossip earlier, and you couldn’t wait to share it with him. Little did you know, this was the one conversation that would hit far too close to home for Yoongi.

You: Yoongi, you won’t believe what I heard today!

Yoongi glanced at his phone as the message came through, his curiosity piqued. He texted back immediately.

Yoongi: What happened?

You: So apparently, there’s this rumor going around that my boss, the CEO, is the mafia king of Korea! Can you believe that?

Yoongi's eyes widened slightly, his heart skipping a beat. He sat up straighter, the calm he usually maintained starting to fray a little. This was exactly the kind of thing he worked hard to keep out of the public eye, especially in his corporate world. How much did you know?

Yoongi: Oh? A mafia king? That’s a pretty wild rumor. What makes them say that?

You laughed as you typed your response, completely oblivious to how tense Yoongi had just become.

You: Yeah! I mean, I don’t know how much of it is true, but everyone’s talking about how he’s connected to some underground world or something. The way he acts kind of fits the whole ‘cold, powerful leader’ vibe too.

Yoongi’s grip on his phone tightened as he read your words. You were dangerously close to the truth, yet completely unaware that you were texting the very man those rumors were about. He quickly tried to steer the conversation in a different direction, unsure how to respond.

Yoongi: Sounds like something out of a movie. Do you believe any of that stuff?

You laughed again, this time leaning back on your bed as you thought about it.

You: Honestly, I kind of love it! I’ve always been into mafia movies and shows. It’s like my guilty pleasure. The whole ‘dangerous, powerful man with a dark side’ thing is so fascinating. I mean, in movies, of course!

Yoongi was quiet for a moment, staring at your message.

Yoongi smirked at his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen before he finally typed back.

Yoongi: I get it. Something about the power and mystery, right? But it’s not all that glamorous in reality. Trust me.

You tilted your head, curious. His response seemed oddly personal, like he knew more than he was letting on. You typed back quickly.

You: Sounds like you’re speaking from experience, lol. Don’t tell me you’re secretly some mafia boss.

You added a laughing emoji to keep it light, but a small part of you wondered if there was more to this mysterious stranger.

A moment passed before your phone lit up with his reply.

Yoongi: Haha, not exactly. Just saying, it’s not as romantic as the movies make it seem.

His words left a strange feeling in your chest. You couldn’t help but think there was something deeper he wasn’t saying.

Lately, Yoongi had taken to calling you into his office more often than usual. At first, you thought it was because he had more tasks for you, but soon it became clear—he just wanted you there, working on files right in front of him. The way he watched you, calm and quiet, made your heart race. His eyes lingered on you a little too long, his gaze warm and oddly peaceful, as if just having you around made him relax.

Today was no different. You sat at his desk, focusing on the stack of documents in front of you, but you could feel his eyes on you again. Your hands trembled slightly as you tried to concentrate. The silence in the room felt heavy, and it wasn’t just because of the paperwork.

When you finally finished, you excused yourself and hurried out of the room, your chest tight with nervous energy. The moment you were outside, you pulled out your phone and messaged Yoongi.

You: He called me into his cabin again! I swear he’s doing it on purpose. Why is he staring at me like that? It’s so nerve-wracking!

On the other end of the line, Yoongi, who had been your mysterious texting companion for a while now, smirked as he read your message. He leaned back, enjoying this little game more than he would ever admit.

Yoongi: Maybe he likes you 😉

You frowned at his response, typing back quickly.

You: Haha, very funny. Seriously, it’s so awkward!

Yoongi chuckled softly to himself, imagining the way you must look, flustered and confused. He knew the truth, but he wasn’t about to tell you—not yet.

Yoongi: Relax. If he’s staring, maybe it’s because you’re a good worker. Or maybe he finds you interesting.

Little did you know, the "Yoongi" you were confiding in was the same man who couldn’t keep his eyes off you in the office, silently falling for you a little more each day.