✰-𝐲𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐩.

Kamazia tries hiding herself behind his taller frame, unsuccessfully of course,  her back against the mirror with only one other individual gathered on the elevator, the three of them awkwardly listening to the classical music that echoes in the confines of the cubicle.

She's struggling to keep her shit together some may say, quite palpable with how the digits of her fingers are digging into the sides of her skirt.

It did not exactly help that, that when said only other individual beside her and Mr. Kim, finally reaches his stop, that he is all too eager to escape out of what she might as well assume was an awkwardly tense situation, sending a wary gaze to Kamazia herself, one that was spelled of curiosity and caution before he nodded his head in respect towards Mr. Kim, leaving them both be as he scurries off to wherever his destination might've been.

She's quite busy with the adjustment of locking her kneecaps into each other, trying to sustain the weight of her scattered nerves on something other than her unstable jelly totted legs, she pushes some of the strands of hair that fell loose from her bun and into her face, back up and into place when she's startled by the sound of his voice.

"Miss.Trustiath."
He says, her shoulders tensing up slightly with the effort of keeping the little bits of her nerves in a tight grip.

"Y-yes?"
For fucks sake, wasn't there one sentence that could utter her mouth without the definite unneeded presence of a nervous stutter?

Taehyung thought it was, cute?

"This is your first day, I'm assuming?"
He asks slowly, bringing his gaze up to hers in the reflection of the mirror while he speaks.

Pity that she can't stand to keep it and glances away.

He watches as her long dark lashes flicker a bit as she ponders over her answer, her gaze keeping his steadily, before she realises that she's stalling by keeping silent and her gaze flits away again.

"Yes sir."
Her voice doesn't sound as squeaky as it did quite a while ago, and Kamazia feels the pure relief that floods her veins.

Until she catches Mr. Kim still watching her through the mirror, and her cheeks heat beneath her brown melanin, the blunt ends of her teeth worrying her pouty lower lip as she struggles with finding purpose with her hands.

"Hmmm."
He hums, and she's still too busy fidgeting with her hands to realize that there sits a small smirk on his lips, the message clear.

He was definitely a bit piqued with interest in the shy lady that had kneeled before him not too long ago.

He does not let his mind wander farther than that, he does not.

They come to a stop on his floor, where only his office and the one of his personal assistant were occupied, the 15th floor that he had inhibited for himself, and well, his personal assistant.

The soft click of her heels hurries to catch up with his long strides, and he indulges her by slowing down the taddest bit.

Kamazia is thankful and a little bit shocked, not expecting him to actually think to be considerate, that is until she realises that he's slowed down his steps so much that she has no struggle walking directly next to him, opting to ignore how much her length failed her, her head coming up to his shoulder instead.

It seems he has other plans, her nerves ashen and scattered when she feels his gaze on her.

 Fucking damnit, damnit damnit damnit.

"Are you okay, Miss. Trustiath?"
She glances at him from her peripheral view, their footsteps moving to a halt until she realises that they've come to stop in front of his assistant's desk.

"Yes.
Yes, Mr. Kim"
She answers, gaze flitting over to where the man behind the desk glances at them both curiously and a bit concerned at her flustered state, but she deems he seems to be quite alright with the circumstances.

"A mineral water for Miss.Trustiath here, please Eric."
Taehyung gestures smoothly towards her, and her nails dig eclipses into her palm.

"Ah, I don't -"
She tries to shut down the offer, but she's halted with Taehyungs hand that lifts to the air, his long, elegant fingers motioning for her to stop.

Did he just? -

"My office please, miss Trustiath.
You may take a seat in front of my desk while I discuss something with my assistant."
He says, and it's with a nod of her head that she steps back to turn around in the direction of his double doored office, the click of a lock unlocking having her turn her head back to the two men that already seem to be deep in some.. conversation.

Carefully, she pushes against the wooden oak until the one door gives way, and it swings back enough for her to step through the open confine of space, a subtle breath leaving her when she comes to face the inner surfaces of Mr. Kim's office.

The down dialled temperature of the open spaced room has a subtle shiver going through her nerve bundles, and little bumps litter the lengths of her soft skin, before she finally settles into the soft plush of the cushioned chair, her legs crossed just beneath the seat of it while she tucks her hands into her lap, folding them neatly into each other.

It's not long after, that she hears the approaching footsteps of him returning and suddenly has herself straightening her back ram rodly, keeping her gaze steadfastly onto that of his empty seat behind the dark red glint of his shiny desk, his heady scent immediately enveloping her when he comes to stand behind her.

Oh, my fucking-

Inhaling that usually comes as second nature, for purposes as the need to breathe, actually grows absurdly harder when she spies his arm pass by her peripheral vision, a misted bottle of water taking a seat in front of her on his desk.

"For when your throat becomes a bit too parched."
He says once his whole self-returns to stand in front of her, behind his desk of course, the tug of his large hands at his cufflinks before he loosens the button of his tailored suit jacket and sinks into his seat.

"Thank you, Sir."
Zia says, voice surprisingly level-headed for someone that felt like she was about to be spiralling into a panic attack.

"Now..."
He uses the spell of a pause to correct a couple of documents on his desk, then he smoothly pushes his broad back into the back of his chair, his gaze death set on her in its mono lidded presence, making her worry her lower lip in her normal nervous habit.

Why does he have to look at her like that?

"Would you feel kindled enough to tell me the truth on why exactly, you weren't on your posted floor getting ready for the tour the seniors of your floor had planned for you all, and was rather, dwelling further away and on your own jolly trips?"
There is a subtle raise of his brow, and a gulp goes down her throat.

It couldn't be parched already, could it?

"Ah —
That."
She rightens herself a bit more, and leans a little forward, steady on her way to that bottle of water but pauses instead move her manicured finger to the curl that lays against her temple, tucking the soft frizz of it behind her ear.

"See, the thing is...
That there is no excuse, and that I had purposely dwelled from my post, albeit I had felt the need to excuse myself to the woman's quarters at first, I had purposely moved my feet in the opposite direction I came from, in an—"
Another dry spell as she now reaches for the water bottle, opening it as quick as she can because the heavy gaze of her boss on her was starting to eat at her in inappropriate places.

Finally, when she feels the wet water glide down the dry pathway of her throat, and she has settled it down in its previous place again, does she feel ready to throw away all reigns.

She knows by now, that she'll be walking from Mr. Kim's office without a job, or rather, having it demoted to be the help of the accountant floors janitorial, that she would be without the new smell that accompanied the freshly furnished luxurious apartment, with the dejectedness that she would have to walk out one of the tallest buildings the city had to offer, having to go back to what she no longer wants to call home, to the supposed love of her life, an apartment that would be now be littered with trash.

"- Attempt to familiarise myself with my work setting, and therefore wanted to explore it on my own, Sir."
She ends her explanation and finally looks up into his hooded gaze.

She must be mistaken, for it couldn't actually be that there seemed to be a mischievous glint in his eyes, right?

"Well then.

I think you know what happens now, don't you?"

She nods, quite ready to smatter her dignity to walls and, not for the first time in her life, beg with the last grain of dignity she had.

Before she gets the chance to, he speaks again.

"Return to your post for now, you'll be notified when to return to my office for the receiving of the consequences of your actions, Miss Trustiath."

She gapes, sucking in a breath.
She intends to do so for longer but with the questioning raise of Mr. Kim's brow she closes her mouth, cheeks flushed beneath her brown melanin in what could only be gratitude.

"So, I'm not fired?"
She asks.

"It appears to not be...
so."
Taehyung mumbles to the both of them, and he leans back further into his chair to scrutinize the woman of his focus a little bit further.

From the way her relieved features melt so prettily into each other, he does not find any regrets in his decision, rather.

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