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at first, they used you to pressure min yoongi. you were just a small manager assistant, not even the head of his management team. but the way the new idol looked at you was enough to make the higher ups smirk in secret glee. to have a young man like yoongi so… devoted to an unimportant employee in their company provided them with much needed leverage.
the rapper would turn to you the second you stepped into a room, be it on set, in a conference room or a backstage area. as soon as you were in his reach, the idol would do anything to get you closer. normally, relationships like these were frowned upon in the industry.
but min yoongi wasn’t known to be the easiest trainee, often unmotivated and cold towards his instructors. like many others he’d be thrown out of the agency if it weren’t for his unchallenged talent. he spent less than one third of the time in the practice room – and even then his most favorite position was lying on the floor with his eyes closed. still, he danced without flaws during performances, making the dance line green with envy.
and this is not mentioning his unreal ability to write heartfelt, heartbroken and heartclenching lyrics on the back of empty coffee cups and the receipts of said caffeine treats. even well-established songwriters contacted the agency to get a helping hand from a little teenager.
nobody from the board would like to admit it, but that consulting money saved them from their first year slump, making them financially liquid. not even kim taehyung’s side modeling could rival yoongi’s value to the company.
so, you were like their shiny bargaining chip; they dangled you in front of the young idol and he would be attentive and eager. it didn’t matter that you felt uncomfortable under the hot stares, not only from yoongi but the other boys and employees as well. you were still in university – the assistant job only a side gig to glam up your resume.
you weren’t asked when you suddenly weren’t tasked with coffee runs but instead sat in on important meetings, held a fan to yoongi’s damp neck during shootings and ironed his crumbled shirts before a performance.
min yoongi didn’t change his personality just because of you – no, he was still the aloof idol who would leave questions unanswered and refused to update his social media accounts. but that didn’t mean he didn’t reserve his limited patience for you. it didn’t mean that he didn’t share his protein bar with you after a long day of driving from location to location.
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nowadays, bangtan held themselves high, their fame outshining many established kpop groups. even the president had invited them countless times to the blue house. their discography was decorated with famous stars overseas. they even had to put an end to the fan gifts because the presents became too expensive.
with their rising power came a shift in yoongi’s behavior – there was no more pressuring a grammy nominated superstar.
“what do you mean with ‘no’?” the head of management asked.
“i said no i will not do the bon voyage segment,” yoongi says coolly, not even looking at his manager. the atmosphere in the conference room is tense, even the good hearted hoseok is frowning at his member. this meeting was meant as a formality. the vocal line had already signed their respective contracts this morning. only the rap line was left, having moved their meeting to the afternoon to accommodate namjoon’s recording session.
they have done bon voyage annually; apart from the hawaiian heat, hoseok thought yoongi enjoyed the paid vacations. why is the rapper rejecting the contract in front of them so easily?
“wh-what is the issue with this segment, yoongi-ssi?” his manager questions, as if reading hoseok’s inner thoughts.
but his hyung doesn’t look up from his coffee cup. you had handed it to him first thing in the morning. right before you had to run to your lecture. the last year of university is upon you, making you more stressed and less flexible. still, you found time to give him his morning coffee. but now you are not here and he doesn’t care for your absence.
both hoseok and namjoon muster their colleague with interest. this level of unsympathetic behavior is unusual – even for yoongi.
namjoon tries to find a flaw in their contract. he as well as the others had read it over yesterday with his lawyers. the pay was phenomenal, the destination reclusive and the timetable favorable. with haste eyes the leader scans his document again, a thought crossing his mind. they wouldn’t, would they?
“mr. yang, where is ____-nim’s name?” namjoon asks the manager in front of him. yoongi hides his smirk behind his cup. his leader does know him quite well.
the front of managers looks uncomfortable as the head – mr. yang – clears his throat.
“she won’t be able to join us, namjoon-ssi. he- her classes won’t allow the three-week absence,” he explains with a slight stutter when yoongi huffs at his answer.
“can’t she hand in a compensational work for the missed classes?” hoseok asks. yoongi is slightly touched by his bandmates’ comments. his attitude has changed in the last months. if they can’t fulfill his wishes, then he won’t bargain. yoongi is too old for this.
“he- her professor declined th-e o-offer,” another manager says, frightened as the cold rapper begins to pack the folders with the unsigned contract into his bag. for him, this meeting is over.
“as do i,” yoongi answers before getting up. there is no dirt on his suit, still he takes to time to brush off the nonexistent lint from his shoulders.
yoongi walks out of the meeting with only a slight nod at his bandmates. with the closed door behind him, he breathes deeply, looking at his watch. you should be finished with your seminar any minute now. his steps quicken just thinking about you being back in the building soon.
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yoongi wakes up the next morning to a revised contract in his mailbox. the idol scrolls with sleepy fingers to page twelve and smirks at the rewritten paragraph. so, he will get to enjoy the new zealand snow after all.