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There are three things everyone at MinCorp International knows:
- The coffee machine on the 12th floor is possessed.
- CEO Min Yoongi’s temper is the stuff of legends.
- Park Jimin, his secretary, is going to give everyone in this building a heart attack.
And the third one is the most serious problem, according to the employees currently gossiping in the break room.
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“I SWEAR THEY'RE DOING IT.”
Taehyung slammed his lunchbox on the table dramatically, eyes sparkling with the kind of hysteria only a hardcore shipper could possess.
“No, listen to me,” he insisted, waving his fork like a priest waving holy water. “I saw it with my own eyes. Yoongi walked past Jimin this morning and said—” Taehyung deepened his voice comically, “‘Morning.’”
Jungkook blinked. “Hyung… that’s… just a greeting.”
“Not when he says it,” Taehyung hissed. “He only greets the board members and Jimin. That’s love.”
Jin made a noise halfway between a groan and a laugh. “You are so desperate for romance you’re hallucinating workplace flirting.”
Taehyung glared. “I’m not hallucinating anything. They have… vibes.”
Across the room, Namjoon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose — the universal sign for “I’m smarter than all of you but unfortunately still here.”
“They have professionalism,” he corrected. “Yoongi likes efficiency. Jimin is efficient.”
“Efficiently sexy,” Hoseok added, sipping his lemon tea like he was narrating a drama. “That man is a walking HR violation, and I say this with respect.”
“HR is terrified of him,” Jungkook said. “He winked at the HR head once. She tripped, fainted, and quit the next day.”
“That was not his fault,” Taehyung snapped. “He just exists beautifully.”
They all nodded. True. No one could blame him for that.
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Park Jimin walked into the office every morning like he was starring in a perfume advertisement— blonde hair, soft pink lips, tight button-down shirts that were definitely against the dress code but also definitely encouraged by the CEO.
He had thighs that could end wars, hips that moved like sin, and a smile that made the whole office forget how to breathe.
And then there was Yoongi.
Cold, quiet, unreadable CEO Min Yoongi, whose face was carved out of marble and whose patience for human interaction was nonexistent — except when it came to one (1) person:
Jimin.
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“YOU GUYS DIDN’T SEE WHAT I SAW.”
Taehyung leaned forward dramatically.
“You know how Yoongi hates people touching his things?”
Everyone nodded. Yoongi once yelled at Namjoon for rearranging his pen.
“Well,” Taehyung continued, “I saw Jimin fixing Yoongi’s tie.”
Jin spat his water. “Liar.”
“I swear on Jungkook’s muscles.”
“HYUNG—” Jungkook immediately covered his chest.
Namjoon narrowed his eyes. “What exactly happened?”
Taehyung put his hand to his heart, like he was about to recite a poem.
“Jimin said, ‘Hold still, sir.’
And Yoongi… stood still. Like a statue. Like he was frozen. Like he was submitting to fate.”
Hoseok gasped. “Oh that’s romantic. That’s… that’s basically fanfiction.”
“IT GETS BETTER,” Taehyung said, slamming the table again. “As soon as Jimin touched his tie, Yoongi looked like someone had short-circuited him.”
Jungkook laughed so loudly he choked. “No way.”
“Yes way,” Taehyung insisted. “He stood there, red ears and everything. And Jimin was like ‘There… perfect,’ and then Yoongi whispered—” Taehyung dropped his voice to a sinful tone. “‘You look perfect.’”
The break room fell so silent someone’s leftover pasta beeped dramatically in the microwave.
Namjoon’s jaw dropped.
Hoseok clutched his chest.
Jin fanned himself.
Jungkook whispered, “Holy shit.”
“SEE???” Taehyung screeched. “SEE??? THEY’RE IN LOVE.”
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“OKAY BUT… SMOKING HOT OR NOT?”
Hoseok cleared his throat, leaning in like an auntie with gossip.
“Listen. I’m not saying I saw anything inappropriate. But yesterday I went to get documents signed, and Yoongi’s office door was slightly open—”
Taehyung squealed.
“—and I swear Jimin was sitting on his desk.”
Jin slapped the table. “NO WAY.”
“Yes way. He was perched like a damn kitten, swinging his legs, and Yoongi was standing between his knees.”
“BETWEEN HIS WHAT?!” Jungkook screeched.
“His knees, Jungkook. Calm your hormones.”
Namjoon’s face was buried in his hands.
“I can’t believe I have to work with you idiots.”
“You don’t have to believe anything,” Taehyung argued. “You just have to accept destiny. Soulmates. Hot office romance.”
“And possible porn in Yoongi’s office,” Jungkook added.
“Stop,” Namjoon groaned.
But everyone could see the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
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THE CONFIRMATION
“Wait,” Taehyung whispered suddenly, “shh… listen.”
They all froze.
Footsteps.
The soft click of expensive shoes.
Then — the unmistakable, sinful sound of Yoongi’s low voice outside the break room:
“Jimin. You’re late.”
A soft, breathy laugh followed.
“Sorry, sir. I overslept.”
Taehyung silently screamed.
Jin dramatically covered his mouth.
Hoseok fanned himself.
Jungkook’s eyes widened like he was watching history unfold.
Then Yoongi spoke again, voice barely audible:
“You could’ve called… I would’ve picked you up.”
Namjoon dropped his sandwich.
Taehyung’s soul left his body.
Footsteps continued down the hallway.
Silence.
Complete silence in the break room.
Then—
Taehyung exploded:
“THEY’RE HAVING SEX. THEY ARE HAVING SEX AND LOVE AND BABIES AND—”
Namjoon: “they’re literally just going to his office—”
Jungkook: “To DO IT?”
Hoseok: “Yes. Obviously yes.”
Jin: “Someone get popcorn.”
Taehyung: “THIS. IS. THE. GREATEST. DAY. OF. MY. LIFE.”