"My fingers hurt!" Yoongi sighed, signing the last file and leaned back on his chair, dropping the pen slothfully.

He moaned, ready to feel his aching back touch the comfort of the chair and just when he was about to do so, a knock resounded through the room in loud advancements of someone's arrival. Before he could even settle down properly, the doorknob rattled and he jumped back straight.

"God, let me breathe!" he cursed frustratedly.

After his father's sudden sickness, the company and its responsibilities, everything just landed on him. Though he always knew this was his future, the workload was still very new for him.

He inhaled deeply and allowed whoever was disturbing his peace to come in.

The door opened and he was greeted by his secretary, Kim Iseul. She was holding a bouquet of red roses and a small jewellery box in her hands, or to be specific, it was a rather expensive ring box.

Yoongi leapt back an inch, his eyes widened dramatically to the point where they appeared to burst out of their sockets at any time. He shuddered and rubbed his eyes several times to check whether he was dreaming but no - it was real. She actually held roses and a jewellery box in her hands.

She was also dressed elegantly, in a pink dress that fell just above her thighs rather than her usual formal attire. Her hair was left open, unlike the way she always faced him, in a ponytail or a bun.

She stepped closer in front of his desk and he stumbled back upon his chair. As he was about to fall down, he instantly reached for the end of the table to steady himself, even if it meant knocking the paperweights and his cellphone down.

She began to say, "Sir, I-" but couldn't even complete her sentence when Yoongi moved backwards, extending his arm forward, stopping her from continuing any further.

"Whoa, whoa! Hold the heck up right there!" he exclaimed loudly.

"Sir-"

"How can you do this, Iseul?" he questioned incredulously, a dramatic shock plastered on his face.

"Sir, this-" she tried to stop him and shook her head vigorously. But whenever she tried speaking out, he stopped her.

"You can't ask me out, Iseul! You know, I love someone else," he sighed with a mixture of guilt and disappointment, "Don't force me to break your heart."

"Sir, listen to me once, please!" she slightly raised her voice at him, still trying to be polite but he just kept yelling back.

"I know I'm handsome but I just can't accept your proposal, I'm sorry! Please, find someone else," he kept yelling continuously, not giving Iseul a single chance to speak. She cried astounded and not having any other option left, she yelled out loud at Yoongi.

"I'm not going to ask for your hand, Sir!"

"Oh okay, you're not-" he looked at her surprised, "Wait, what? You're not going to ask me out?" he confirmed, tilting his head in perplexity.

"No, I'm not!" she sighed, finally.

"Th-Then why- why are you holding those roses and a ring?" he pointed at the stuff in her hands, "And most important, why are you wearing this dress instead of your formal attire? There's so much work and what are you doing? Partying?"

Iseul eyed the roses, the box and her outfit. Of course, it would appear as though she was going to ask him out. She mentally facepalmed herself and then looked at Yoongi who was still sporting a horrified expression.

"Answer me!" he firmly demanded.

"I did not buy these roses or this box. They are yours!" she said with a defensive tone.

"Huh? Mine?" he arched his eyebrows in confusion, looking at her with stupid attention.

"A girl left them at the reception. She said to give them to you. Why didn't you tell me, Sir?" she pouted, giving him an upset look.

"Tell you what?"

"That you're dating!" she exclaimed, looking at him with a serious gaze.

"Huh? Me?" he looked at her in surprise trying to form words but his throat felt dry.

Dating? And he? No way!

His first and last love had rejected him. Since then, he never thought about dating, not even once, he just couldn't get over her. Dating wasn't even a part of his to-do list. In fact, he was rather fond of just wondering if there was a way to make her love him back the way he loved her, adored her, cared for her, missed her.

He was lost deep in his thoughts when he heard Iseul impatiently snapping her fingers in front of him. He chuckled dryly and nodded several times in 'No'.

"No, of course not! I don't date. And you know why," he deadpanned, giving her a cold and serious stare.

"Then what are these, Sir?" she asked while eyeing the roses and jewellery box.

"I don't know," he shrugged.

"Fine, I'll leave them here," she nicely dropped them on his desk and was about to go when Yoongi called for her again, halting her in her tracks.

"What's with that outfit?"

"Huh?" she asked as she turned to face him.

"I mean your dress. The last time I saw you in a dress was at University prom," he pointed at her with his index finger, moving it up and down to which she moved her head in sync and realised what he meant as she made an 'O' face.

"Oh, this. Well, I'm going on a date, so . . ." she passed a sweet smile.

"Date?" he asked, his eyebrows raising horrifyingly high.

"Yeah? Can't I even date now?" she reprimanded.

"No, I didn't mean that. But why didn't you inform me beforehand?" he defended, looking at her pissed-off expression.

"I texted you at night, but you didn't reply. So, I had to come here."

Yoongi picked up his phone from the floor and saw she really texted him at night that she was going on a date so she was taking a day off today. He turned around, an awkward smile pressed on his lips.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't read the text . . . I slept early."

"As if you don't every day," she mumbled to herself.

"Huh? Did you say something?" he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Ah, no, Sir. Nothing. I'll be off now," with that, she gave him a quick bow and sprinted outside.

Yoongi's gaze fell on the roses lying on the desk. He drew closer, his fingertips lightly grazing the delicate petals. He gently picked them up and inhaled deeply, letting the fresh sweetness of the flowers engulf him.

"Just the way I like," a smile spread on his lips just to fade the very next moment.

"But who the hell sent them to me? Do I have a secret admirer?" he asked himself, knitting his forehead forming wrinkles. His gaze went through the roses and he noticed there was something among the roses.

A note?

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a/n:
hey! after a long wait and lots of contemplation and changes, we've finally decided to post this. so, let us know what you think about it! liked the small funny interaction between yoongi and iseul? honestly, we had fun writing this story for the first time (last year) and re-writing it now was more fun! hope y'all like this small ride of emotions as much as we did! <3