Jumin woke up in a cold sweat, panting. His hands were clammy and his breath was jagged. He ran his hands through his raven hair, his silver eyes darting around the room as if looking for someone. He pulled up the sheets and got out of his bed, the expensive fabric sticking to his sweaty legs. It was impossible to see, the light from his fish tank was only sustaining a light blue glow that had no meaning of helping him. He reached outwards, feeling for his furniture and his walls. His hands stumbled against the light switch as he flickered on his light. He squinted for a moment and closed his eyes, realizing that it was a bad idea. He flicked the light off again and put his back to the wall, looking around and trying to think of where his furniture was and how it looked in the daylight. Soon, after his eyes had adjusted to the light, he was able to leave his bedroom. He stumbled out into the kitchen where he turned on a lamp that gave off a warm, golden glow that was easier on his eyes. He looked down to the floor where Elizabeth the 3rd was sat, looking up at him. The feline was able to get anything from the businessman with just a flick of her luscious white tail. Jumin smiled and picked up the furball, holding her in his arms and rubbing her cheeks, giving her little kisses here and there. Although there was all this loneliness, his cat was his true companion through it all.

He placed the cat down on the countertop where she stayed, watching as her master opened up cabinets in search of a glass. After finding no clean ones, Jumin grabbed one of his wine glasses and filled it with water, seating himself at the small table in the kitchen where he usually ate breakfast. He heard the front door open and could only assume it was his maid, Marie. Sure enough, it was.

"Oh!" She squealed as she turned the corner into the kitchen. "Sir, you're awake!" She exclaimed. Jumin nodded, rubbing Elizabeth the 3rd who had daintily hopped over onto the kitchen table, bits and pieces of her shedding white fur sticking to a doily that had been placed under a glass bowl of fresh fruits. "Yes, I am awake." Jumin confirmed for his maid as he took another sip of water. "Well, its 2 in the morning!! Surely this isn't the time for you to be drinking wine!" His maid huffed.

Marie was a young girl with a bit of chub in her freckled cheeks. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't necessarily skinny, either. She had long, frizzy red-orange hair and eyes like emeralds. In almost anyone's opinion, her eyes were her best feature; her attitude her worst. She was a bossy, snappy perfectionist who was controlling over the other maids. The last head maid was controlling as well, but in a sweeter, leadership sense. Marie just liked the feeling of being over complete control of other human lives. When talking, her voice was high pitched, like a birds. When singing, she didn't sound like a bird at all. She had a nice speaking voice, just a horrid singing voice. Overall, Jumin's greatest comparison he could make between Marie and anyone or anything else was the chipmunk in the green dress in Alvin and The Chipmunks.

"This isn't wine," Jumin stated blandly. "Its water." He took yet another sip. "Yeah, well if that's water then I'm Marilyn Monroe." Marie said sarcastically. "You better hold your dress down, then." Jumin said, trying to avoid eye contact as his maid began to dust the kitchen. "What? Why?" She asked, furrowing her brow. "Its water. And you said-" "I was saying it sarcastically." Marie snapped, pulling a piece of her long hair out of her face and slipping it behind her ear. Jumin rolled his eyes, too tired to deal with his maid.

When Marie wasn't on morning duty, she was normally less sarcastic towards Jumin and more flirty, twirling her hair around her finger and licking her lips, fluttering her eyelashes as she talked, and tilting her head to the side with a lustful smirk. Jumin knew what it meant. Besides the hair twirling and eyelash fluttering, Jumin did those things himself when getting a woman to sign a contract. (Sometimes it would even work on a man as well.) Yet when it came time for her to do morning cleanups, Marie was a morning grouch. It was as if Grumpy Cat had a child with Ebenezer Scrooge.

Jumin took another sip of water and surveyed Marie out of the corner of his eye. He hadn't mentioned it, but it was clear she was looking at Jumin's abs and other unspeakable parts whenever she had the chance. How perverted. Jumin thought. 23 years old and instead of doing her job she's more interested in the size of my- "Mr. Han, why are you up so early?" Marie's voice broke into Jumin's thoughts, causing him to jump with a start. He cleared his throat. "I was just looking for something to drink," He said, turning towards his maid. "And no, it's not alcohol." "I'd think you'd need alcohol, what with an assistant like you've got." Marie muttered under her breath, sweeping the floor. Elizabeth the 3rd batted at the broom like it was her worst enemy.

"What about my assistant, Marie?" Jumin asked, his eyes darkening. He crossed his legs to make less of a distraction for the emerald-eyed woman. Marie rolled her eyes. "Come on. You have to admit, her voice is annoying as hell!" She whined. Jumin raised his eyebrow. "It's not so much annoying as it is distracting." He stated. Marie sighed with relief. "See? Even you get it! She's a distraction!" "She's more of a distraction in the sense that you can't stop listening to her. I find it extraordinarily hard to concentrate on my work when she's in the room because I feel obliged to give her my undivided attention." Jumin replied. Marie groaned. "That's the thing! She's an attention whore!"

"My assistant is not a whore, and no matter what way you put it sexually or narcissistically I will take offense to the rude claim directed at my assistant." Jumin said, standing up. Marie bit her lip. "I didn't mean-" "I know exactly what you meant and you both work under me, so play fairly or don't play at all." Jumin stated. He put his glass in the sink and snapped his fingers, causing Elizabeth the 3rd to direct her attention towards him instead of the broom. "Come on, daddy's going back to bed." He said to the small furry creature. As if she understood English, Elizabeth the 3rd followed her master into his bedroom willingly and curled into a ball in her cat bed. Jumin scratched her head lovingly and closed the door, leaving it open just a crack so the feline could freely leave at any time. He fell back asleep shortly after he crawled back in bed.

***

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Jaehee struggled to hit her alarm clock as it broke through her sleep. She didn't want to open her eyes but she forced herself to, reaching out and pressing the snooze button on the all too blurry machine. Once she won the battle against the alarm clock she scratched her head and rolled over, finding that perfect spot of warmth that we all have experienced. You think you'll be okay to wake up and start you day, but then you roll over and it feels like heaven on earth and causes you to question wether or not to call in sick for work. But, Jaehee forced herself up and sat on the edge of her bed, her stomach churning as she dealt with the all too familiar morning sickness. It turns out that getting less then 3-4 hours sleep can cause a lot of problems to a girl not even in her thirties.

Jaehee pushed herself up off the bed and took a cold shower. It woke her up immediately as the ice-like water stung her fully exposed body. She asked herself stupid morning questions, like if she could get frostbite from a shower too cold or if the cold water of a shower was as fresh as the water from her kitchen tap. Could fish drown? Another stupid question.

She got out and wrapped herself in a towel, standing in front of her sink and drying her hair with her hair dryer. After she was done she brushed it out to her liking and applied a bit of makeup. She often didn't wear much, just a bit of lip gloss and if the circles under her eyes were bad enough she would apply coverup. Happy with her look, she towel dried her body put on today's outfit; a white blouse, high black skirt, tights, black heels and her non-prescription glasses. Her blazer that she was normally seen wearing was in the wash. She didn't do up the blouse all the way, but a little cleavage never killed anyone, right?

Jaehee, satisfied with her outfit, grabbed her yellow binder and headed off to work. She often had breakfast at work where she would get a cup of coffee to start her day and a chocolate chip muffin. Once she got in her car, she remembered her phone which was in charging on her kitchen counter. Jaehee got out of the car and raced back in, grabbing her phone. There was a notification.

New Chatroom

Jaehee didn't have time for the chatroom, so she ignored it. Instead, she went off to work.

***

— Jumin Han entered the chatroom —

ZEN: Oh, great, look who's here. -_-

Jumin Han: yes, good morning Zen.

MC: hey, Seven? ❤️

707: ya

MC: when I was on this morning, was anybody else?

707: what time were you on, MC?

MC: around 2

Jumin Han: I was awake then, but no... I wasn't on my phone.

Jumin Han: unless...

Jumin Han: unless Elizabeth the 3rd learned to use a phone -w-

ZEN: dude I'm going to have an allergic reaction just talking about the fur ball

707: awww our Eli is growing up so fast~

Jumin Han: OUR Eli?! She is my cat so KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER

707: O-O got it.

MC: guys I'm serious!!

Jumin Han: I am too!! Luciel, stay away from my precious princess!!

707: T-T fine you meanie...

Yoosung✩: lololol

MC: GUYS SOMEONE ELSE HAS A LINK TO THE RFA MESSENGER, HELLO??!?

707: alright, alright, I'm listening.

MC: I thought they were unknown at first, but that's not what their username said..

Yoosung✩: what did it say, then??

MC: it only said 7734

Jumin Han: 7734? What does that mean??

707: I'll search it

Yoosung✩: I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!!!

ZEN: wait, seriously?!

MC: really?!

707: what does it mean?!

Yoosung✩: IN SCHOOL WE TYPE 07734 INTO OUR CALCULATORS TO SAY HELLO

Jumin Han: -_-

ZEN: -_- seconded. I actually thought the guy was onto something there.

Yoosung✩: I AM

Yoosung✩: WHATS HELLO TAKE AWAY THE O?

707: Hell?

Yoosung✩: EXACTLY

Yoosung✩: SO 7734 MEANS HELL

707: omg I think he's right...!!

MC: Awww he's such an adorable little detective~ 💚

Yoosung✩: daww~ •///•

Jumin Han: that...

Jumin Han: doesn't really help us figure out who it is.

707: you're right, but it's one less mystery

ZEN: and now we know Yoosung has at the the least 1 brain cell

Yoosung✩: thanks, I think!!

ZEN: ...

ZEN: no problem...

Jumin Han: that's just depressing...

MC: anyways, 7734 told me that the RFA had to watch our backs, because we aren't the only party group around here and the PPPO is going to make sure they're the only organization around.

ZEN: PPPO?

ZEN: what's that??

Yoosung✩: dunno, I've never heard of them. :/

Yoosung✩: but it sounds stupid. The PPPO? Really?!

Jumin Han: I know a lot of companies and organizations, but they really don't ring a bell.

ZEN: stop bragging, trust fund kid!!

707: I'll look into them.

Jumin Han: I'll ask assistant Kang to do so as well.

ZEN: Jumin why don't you look into them yourself?

Jumin Han: because I'm busy

ZEN: doing what? Counting money?

Jumin Han: well...

Jumin Han: that and designing Elizabeth the 3rd themed pens ^w^

707: OMG

707: HOW MUCH WILL THEY BE?!?

Jumin Han: too expensive for you.

707: ;-;

707: why does no one like me this morning??

MC: I don't like you either Luciel.

707: T^T

MC: I love you •w• ❤️

707: aawww >///<

Jumin Han: I'll tell Assistant Kang the news, she should have arrived by now.

MC: maybe Jaehee's  sick, I mean she isn't in the chatroom

Jumin Han: she doesn't have to be in every single chatroom

Jumin Han: she also would have let me know by now if she wasn't

707: alright. I'm going to do some research and see if I can find out what 7734 wants. Until then, all of you... please be careful.

Jumin Han: You too, Luciel.

Jumin Han: I'll see you all later. Be safe.

— 707 left the chatroom —
— Jumin Han left the chatroom —

***

Jaehee was sat in her office holding a cup of coffee, only just taking the time to toss away her muffin wrapper. There hadn't been any chocolate chip muffins, but they had fresh banana muffins baked that morning. Jaehee really didn't hold a grudge towards any type of food, so she was down for anything. She stacked together a few papers, double checked them, and then began to head to her boss's office. She knocked three times on the door, her golden brown eyes still scanning the papers held in her arm. "Who is it?" Jumin's voice called out from the other side of the door. "Jaehee Kang, I have the meerkat contest papers." Jaehee replied. She thought it was ridiculous her boss was doing the meerkat contest a second year, despite the fact Jaehee had been severely close to passing out the last time.

The last time they held a meerkat contest, Jaehee had been scanning the crowd for her boss when she suddenly felt faint. She began to collapse when a pair of strong arms gripped a hold of her. Then a male voice began to call out her name. She didn't know who the voice belonged to, but it seemed far and distant. She was helped into a chair where she found that the man who had caught her was Zen. He started saying something but it was echoey and Jaehee couldn't understand him. He laid his hand reassuringly on her leg and nodded, which Jaehee couldn't reply to. Zen suddenly ran off and Jaehee was left there, alone and confused. If she were to be kidnapped then and there she wouldn't have the strength to so much as cry out.

Zen appeared a few moments later with a glass of water, which Jaehee graciously took. Zen stayed with her and sent a text to Jumin. Only after the meerkat contest was over had Jumin come to find his assistant. Jaehee couldn't look him in the eyes, for at the moment she had blamed him entirely. Zen made a swing at Jumin, swearing at him and telling him he was responsible for hurting Jaehee. Jumin denied the claim, confused. Zens abuseful cursing didn't make enough sense for Jumin to give a damn, out of the thought that Zen was drunk. Luciel, under the same assumption that Zen was drunk, dragged him away from Jumin and drove him home. Jumin took Jaehee back to C & R and Jaehee explained that she had almost passed out to him. "You should have notified me sooner." Was all Jumin could say. Jaehee felt like crying. It hurt to know her boss cared so little of her. On top of that sadness she felt anger, whereas Jumin was the person she had been trying to find before she almost passed out. She decided to forget about it and the entire incident, although it sometimes still came to mind...

"Come in." Jumin said. Jaehee opened the door. Jumin's office was huge, clean, and for the most part bare. There was a large window that took up the entire back wall, and it overlooked the city. Jumin was sat at his desk, which was shiny and white and covered with paper, pens and pencils. It wasn't messy, everything was neat, the pens and pencils placed straight next to his papers, but there was still a lot there. His desk was closest to the window and had a chair in front of it for anyone he had called in for business. There was also a large leather couch. Jaehee had only ever sat on it twice in the 2 years she had been working under the hand of Jumin Han. Once she stumbled backwards and landed on it, and another time she had her picture taken while she was sitting on it.

Jaehee began to pay close attention to her boss. His coat was off, resting on the chair, and his left hand was in his hair, his right controlling the mouse of his computer. Jumin looked up at his assistant and raised his eyebrow. "Well? Come in then, Assistant Kang don't just stand there." Jumin said. "R-Right." Jaehee said. The room was so hot. Why had Jumin put the heat on so high? Jaehee shook her head, walking in.

"Here are the papers, Mr. Han." She said, placing them on Jumin's desk. Jumin nodded. "Thank you. You weren't on the messenger this morning, but the RFA is being threatened. Please fit time into your schedule to do some research on a person only known as 7734." "I'll try, Mr. Han." Jaehee said half heartedly. Jumin sighed with relief. "Thank you, assistant-" once Jumin eyes raised up to meet Jaehee's, her opened blouse was the first thing he noticed. Unknowingly as he stared on, his eyes were wide and his mouth was open a bit. He hadn't known how he could have been able to miss her opened shirt when she had first came in. Jaehee smacked Jumin across the face.

"Stop eyeing me like I'm your damn cat, you pervert!" She snapped at him. Jumin stood up and forcefully shoved her shirt together, doing up the buttons. "I don't know what's wrong with you today. First you leave your shirt opened and exposed and then you slap me? Your lucky I don't fire you right now." Jumin wasn't serious, for Jaehee wasn't someone he could just fire, but it was a threat he could make that would stop Jaehee from doing anything rash. Jaehee blushed, embarrassed. Was what she did really necessary? Could she have made a less forceful approach? "I-I'm sorry, I didn't think my shirt would matter a-and it was just a reflex." Jaehee stuttered out, her cheeks bright red. "Sure it was." Jumin huffed. "Damnit, this shirt is too tight-" before he could finish his sentence the button popped off the shirt and flew across the room. "I thought I gave you a size larger then what you needed, Assistant Kang." Jumin asked her, his brow furrowed. "I-It must have shrunk in the wash," Jaehee replied, walking over to retrieve the button. "That or I've gained weight..." she added in half heartedly.

There was a knock at the door and a young man walked in, tripping over himself immediately. "Did I tell you that it was alright for you to come in?" Jumin asked. Jaehee sighed. "Mr. Han, I think he's the new kid they were bringing in today." Jaehee said, her voice softer then it had been a few minutes ago. "Be kind to him." Jumin huffed, still slightly mad at his assistant. He actually forgot he had a new worker coming in, since the week before one of his best workers next to Jaehee had passed away due to a heart attack.

The new guy had Carmel eyes and short brown hair. He had a bit of facial hair and a black shirt that wasn't buttoned all the way. His skin was well tanned and he looked shy. He scratched the back of his head and grabbed his book, standing up. "Y-Yeah, I'm the... new kid." He said. His voice was as handsome as his looks. "What's your name?" Jaehee asked, slipping the button Jumin broke off into her shirt pocket. "Me? Oh, yeah me, of course your asking me!" He chuckled. Jaehee couldn't help but giggle as well; he reminded her of her very first day working at C & R. "I'm Vince." The guy said. "Vince Jones."

AN: I don't know what to write for an authors note, since I don't have much to say tonight. I'm just posting this and going to bed. Just so you know, in Newfoundland the time I'm publishing this is 4:40 in the morning, which is actually an hour before I usually go to bed. Yeah, I should get some help. ^^;; ~TheWeeWeeaboo

Actually,, I could just say this. 707 is an error meaning you can't erase data, and he calls his girlfriend his 606, which is an error meaning reset. Which also gives me and maybe some of you guys immense sadness. I wonder how bad 707 feel though, since I ditched him for Jaehee. He probably just thinks "wow I was bad enough that I turned her gay. Well shit." Anyways, goodnight!! -ㅈ-