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15 September, 3019
Seokjin had the least amount of worries when it came to doing his job. He was always calm and patient. Doing everything silently in a zen mode. But as he walked to the council meeting, he couldn't help but feel more and more anxious. He could feel his stomach gurgle and he kept having the urge to vomit.
It was rare for people to be invited to the director's office. Especially randomly without further notice. It was either that you majorly fucked up, or you were chosen to marry his ugly bitch of a daughter.
Seokjin wished it was neither of those reasons.
The automatic doors opened up for him as soon as he reached the office. The director, as always, was leaned against his chair looking at a holographic screen with a serious look on his face.
"Mr. Kim," he acknowledged but his eyes were still fixated on the screen. It was his way of telling him to come in. The director, who was in his late sixties didn't look bad for his age. Grey hair that was gelled back with a wicked moustache, a scar over one of his eyes that he got during his agent days and his face- a criss cross of wrinkles. Anybody would want to call that man their cool, badass grandpa.
Seokjin did a small bow before stepping in. "You called me Sir,"
The director made the hologram disappear before looking as Seokjin. "Take a seat,"
Seokjin quickly sat down in front of the desk. "Did I do something wrong sir? I believe my last mission was a success?"
The older man looked at Seokjin for a moment before chuckling. "No, Seokjin you're not in any trouble. Also drop the formalities there's no one here,"
"....yes Frans,"
Fernando Francis Jr. or what Seokjin called him in short- Frans- made another hologram appear. Looks like Seokjin came in while he was doing his work and his steady tapping on the screen was proof of it.
Seokjin leaned back on the chair and looked around the office. It had been through a lot of modelling yet it still had the same woody smell it had a few years ago.
Back when Seokjin was-
"How have you been Jin?"
Seokjin quickly sat up straight. "I'm good Frans, getting lots of free time so I'm kinda taking a break,"
"Taking a break yet you don't have time for a drink with me?"
Oh shit. "Er- I've been helping out in the academy as well..."
The old man gave him a playful glare as if to say he was joking before continuing his work. "I heard about that. You are popular among the students since you are a very good teacher, not to mention you are so young and handsome,"
Gosh, it was another thing to boast about himself and be very confident but someone else complimenting him, especially someone like the director was completely different. It made Seokjin all flustered. "I-I guess,"
