Chapter 15

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"I swear to GOD HIMSELF if you do not let me work with MY Park Jimin, I WILL hurt you all!" I hear from the other side of the room. Namjoon's office was more or less like a huge room with a bunch of desks crammed in it. One for each head of the positions: Head of Recruiters (Taehyung), Head of Defenders (Hoseok), Head of Protectors (Jungkook), Head of Ambassadors (Seokjin), and Head of Organization (Obviously Namjoon). I had been talking to Jungkook about the Protectors and the fine details of the job when I was startled by someone yelling.

I turned in my seat to see a certain silvery-blonde boy looking at the ground with his hands still clutching the door and the door frame. He breathed heavily, and I could almost feel his heartbeat. This was because I had the same feeling when I walked in here earlier, not being able to breathe and filled with adrenaline. I smile at him, leaning on Kookie's desk.

"Well, someone missed me." I say smirking. He closed the door behind him, blushing. He looked at his feet and back up at me. Within 3 seconds of him yelling, Namjoon was on his feet and walking over to Jin, holding out his hand.

"Pay up, Jin." I heard the rustling of money and saw Jin digging out $50. Namjoon smiled and partially sat on the side of Jin's desk.

"Wha-"

"We had a bet of how long it would take for you to come begging for a job to work with Jimin." Namjoon explains, pocketing the money.

"Yeah, and if you had waited," Jin looks at the time on his computer. "30 minutes, I would've won."

"Yes, Yoongi. There is a position for you to work in here. It's called Head of Trade and Resources. It's mainly computer work and takes some major keyboarding skills. I suspect that you will have a lot of time on your hands because it doesn't take very long for someone with your typing speed." Namjoon explains to Yoongi. Yoongi looks at him in utter shock and disbelief as I suppress a laugh.

"Aaaand..." Jungkook butts in, "Your desk is right by Jiminie's desk." My face starts to blush and Yoongi flashes a small gummy smile at me. He walks over to me and sits at the desk right across from an empty one. It took me a minute, but I suddenly realized what he had just said.

"But, Kook, I don't have a desk because I'm not the head of something."

Everyone shakes their heads and slaps their foreheads. Please someone help me? I am so confused at this point I don't even know what's going on.

"God dammit, Kook." Namjoon says and sighs, "Surprise!" He puts a fake smile on his face and sighs again in defeat.

"It was supposed to be a surprise, but since Kookie spoiled it..." He rubbed his eyes, "Since you're skilled in combat and mental abilities, we have opened up a new department. You are now officially, Head of Security."

I smiled at Namjoon. This was really a big achievement for me, I was never this important in my past life. My life before the organization. Taehyung, who after talking to him for the past hour, I've realized is an actual puppy, congratulates me and gives me a hug, Kookie does too. I walk over to Yoongi and give him a pure smile, squinting my eyes.

"Aish, how am I ever going to get work done?" He says, standing up and looking me in the eyes.

"Ya know, I can always trade desks with Hobi," I say, laughing.

"Damn, hit me in the feels there. That hurt." He clutches his chest like he's in pain. He also makes a face and ends up laughing. He pulls me in close to him as we are laughing. Well, this is until I realize we were so close together. I stare into his eyes still smiling.

"I love you, Park Jimin." He says, pulling me closer by my waist.

"I-I love you too, Min Yoongi." He leans in close to my face, but he doesn't kiss me. At this point, it was almost unbearable. He was waiting for me to say that I wanted him to kiss me. Instead of telling him, I reached up on my tip-toes and connected his lips to mine.

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Ahhh... Yoonmin...

Anygays... we are at 11,111 words... AHHHHHH

ILYSM ISTG... (i love you so much i swear to god)

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