"Jimin. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin," Taehyung was agitatedly knocking at Jimin's front door, his voice echoing through the empty 10 pm air in the corridor of his hotel.

"What Tae!" Jimin's frustrated reply was much louder, as he pulled the door open with a lot of force - too much force - to reveal him tying his robe and glaring up at his best friend, dishevelled hair in the way.

Taehyung knew exactly what he was interrupting but he didn't really care.

"When I asked you to file those accounts before," Jimin rolled his eyes, about to open his mouth to tell his best friend off for invading his home at night to talk about work, but Taehyung continued, "Did you see one in there about a mailing company?"

"What?" his was truly confused, "Kim Taehyung, please tell me you did not just knock on my door - like a madman - this late at night to ask me that."

"Jimin, can you answer me."

"I don't know, Tae, I don't remember!"

He let out a frustrated sigh, "If you didn't have it Jimin, there's only one other place it could have gone. Please, please tell me you have it."

Now Jimin was becoming less annoyed and more concerned, his friend almost never begged him for anything like this.

"What is it?"

"I already told you the docum-,"

"No, what was it about?"

Taehyung put his foot forward to walk into Jimin's apartment, but stopped. "Wanna come over so we can talk?"

"Taehyung, you need to fucking tell me what's wrong, right now."

This time he took in a deep breath and leaned in toward Jimin.

"I don't want your friend to hear," his whispered before walking out of the door and to his own home, not before turning over his shoulder one last time, motioning that he'll be waiting for him inside.

This time Jimin walked in and flopped onto Taehyung's couch while waiting for him.

"You better have a good fucking reason for this, or I swea-" before Jimin could finish his sentence, Taehyung walked into the room, one hand in his slacks' pocket and the other turning the TV on with a remote.

On it was playing the clip Taehyung had seen on the news just earlier, about the Italian mafia depositing their money into a Korean bank, but this time the list of mafia included some in Mexico and North America.

Jimin bit his lip, slowly turning to his friend, "Okay, this is bad I guess... but why am I watching this?"

Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated, annoyed, collapsing next to Jimin on the sofa.

"Jimin, I think that's our bank."

He erupted into a loud laugh, slapping Taehyung's shoulder, "That's funny. I can't believe you would joke about something like that when you know we could never afford that happening to our company."

"Jimin..."

"Taehyung you better be fucking joking. Tell me you're fucking joking."

"I want to be, I really want to be. Which is why I need to look back at those documents, are you sure you don't have them?"

"I looked through the whole two folders again, I checked everything before leaving the office today, Taehyung, I didn't see anything new in them."

"Well, that means she has it."

"Huh?"

"That fuckin-" Taehyung cut himself off when he saw the expression on Jimin's face, "That new secretary of mine, I gave her the rest of the documents to file."

"Well then, she would have filed them, right?"

"It wasn't there."

"What do you mean?"

"It wasn't in the cabinet when I checked."

"How are you so sure it was her? She could have just mistaken it or slipped it in with another accidentally."

Taehyung gave him a dead stare, but Jimin didn't change his opinion.

"I just think you finally got a new secretary but you're already ready to scare this one away because she's just not used to being your secretary just yet. Tae, she will take a little while to learn everything she needs to know about you, and about this job. You need to trust her and trust the time."

"How can I just tru-"

Jimin pursed his lip, knowing he hit the nail right on the head this time, "Do you trust me, Taehyung?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Yes?"

"I'm the one who narrowed the candidates down for this job to the last two, I did the most thorough background checks on them, are you saying you don't trust my judgement?"

He felt his body deflate, realising he was probably overreacting and may have missed the document when he was hurriedly searching for it earlier.

"Okay I think you need to sleep now, Tae, we'll look for it, and find it, tomorrow."

He nodded, walking to his bedroom and opening his wardrobe door.

"Do you want me to stay over, Tae?"

He rolled his eyes, "I think you've left your company alone long enough."

"'Kay thanks! See ya!"

And with that, his home was empty once again.

He didn't know what it was, but he decided to trust his best friend and let it go... for now.

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Taehyung felt his legs stride into the office the next morning. He had gone in a half hour earlier than normal, an hour before Jiah was to be there.

He was in the board room first, going through the cabinet that Jiah had put the files in, making sure to check within every single folder for the documents he needed. It took him the whole half hour to go through everything, and he didn't find it.

Of course Jimin was wrong.

He heaved a frustrated sigh, storming out of the room and walking to his office, getting ready to fire his secretary on their second day of work.

And there she was, sitting at the desk, looking at him expectantly.

When their eyes met, it was as if all the wind was taken out of his breath and he couldn't form words anymore. Just one look into her eyes and he couldn't remember what to say anymore.

What the fuck was happening to him?

He's seen so many women in his lifetime, so many different types of women, and yet no one has ever had this effect on him.

What was it about her?

"T-The files I gave you yesterday," was he stuttering? "Did you file them all in that cabinet?" Slowly regaining his normal composure, he pointed at the boardroom behind him.

"Yes, I did," she nodded and Taehyung immediately opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'Okay, I think this will be your last day of work because I know that's a lie' but she stopped him when she started speaking again, "Oh! Actually, no, sorry, I forgot to tell you; there was this one document - I didn't really recognise it and it didn't seem to match any of the dates or of any of the other titles and classifications in the cabinet so I didn't file it. I was going to ask you about it yesterday but I left it on my desk and totally forgot, I'm really sorry. I put left it on your desk for you this morning, if you could tell me-," and before she could finish, he had whipped out of there and into his room.

There it was, on the top of his table, and it felt like a slap to his face.

What was he supposed to make of this situation? Was he supposed to trust this woman or not?

Are you saying you don't trust my judgement?

Jimin's voice just kept ringing in Taehyung's mind.

He did. He trusted him with his life.

So why would this be any different?

Deciding against firing her and losing all trust in her, he just sighed instead and walked back into the corridor.

"Thank you for that," taking in a deep breath, as if it were physically impossible for him to say the next line, he continues, "Okay every morning when I arrive and I'm in my office could you please read out my schedule for the day?"

Although it was only a flash, Taehyung saw confusion in Jiah's expression, before she nodded.

"Anything else you would like before starting your day? A coffee?"

Lifting his eyes from the files he was flipping through in his hands, he met her gaze again. Honestly. What was it?

What was it that he kept feeling instantly drawn to looking at them?

"A coffee would be nice," he closed the book, "Yes, a coffee. Just black."

Jiah nodded again, feeling his gaze into her eyes silence her.

"Also, after telling me my schedule, your next job is to check if any of the board members haven't clocked into work in the morning and let me know," he started walking through the door and into his office, Jiah followed, "And after that you'll have to go through your emails and read through the files I send you, double checking for spelling and grammar issues as well as any policy related problems I may have missed. Other than that you'll get more tasks here and there but I'll make sure to be updating you, also make sure to be sitting at your desk, for as long as you can because you've got to answer every call before it can go through to me."

He finally reached his seat and sat down, swivelling to face Jiah. She was now standing across from him on the other side of his desk, trying to hide the surprise she felt hearing everything he had just said.

"Okay," she nodded, "got it."

Looking up at her, he made sure to hold her gaze, and hold it strong this time. It wasn't hard, considering the fact that the minute their eyes met neither one wanted to look away.

Tea. Literally, nothing else came to mind.

Just bland, plain, brown tea. If you swirl a spoon in it, you'd see the circles of citron lining the edges, russet spotted in the middle and ever so slight gold flowing through the rivers in the around the pupils. Just bland, plain, brown tea.

Hey guys! I hope you liked that!

Let me know what you think of it and what you think of my characters and the storyline. I'm not even kidding when I tell you guys I've planned so much for this story like actually sat down and did mindmaps for every chapter and character plans and all that jazz, but maybe I'm just not writing well enough.

Anyway I'm hoping it'll stick around because I truly am excited for this story :)