𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 | 𝐌𝐘𝐆

𝟐𝟖 | 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

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- Message -

Min Yoongi : I'll be staying overnight at the office. A lot of work to do.

Would you like me to come over? : Seo Mira

Min Yoongi : Yes.

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You immediately grabbed your bag and notified the driver the moment you received Yoongi's response.

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You knocked on the door, waiting for your husband's response. The moment you heard him say "come in", you immediately pushed open the door.

"Everything alright?" You raised an eyebrow in concern, taking in Yoongi's tired expression. His shoulders were slumped and he looked like he hadn't taken a break in hours.

"We're falling behind," Yoongi groaned as he closed his eyes, shielding them from the harsh light of the computer screen, "We still have so much to do."

"I really want this gala to be perfect." Yoongi threw his head back, staring up at the ceiling.

"I can help. What are you working on?" You offered, placing your bag down on the coffee table before making your way to his desk. You leaned over, peeking at his computer screen to see hundreds of unanswered emails with multiple tabs open. The sight of it made you let out a soft, overwhelming sigh.

"It's going to take forever to answer all these," Yoongi murmured hopelessly.

You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Isn't Hoseok helping you?" You tilted your head in confusion, walking closer. You took the mouse before scrolling through the emails and opening tabs on Yoongi's computer. It didn't take long to see how overwhelmed he was - business emails stacked up by the hundreds, unfinished brochures, invitation cards, and presentation slides adding to the chaos.

"Okay..." You tried to assess the situation as you clicked through each tab, "Which one needs to be finished by tonight?"

"The brochure and invitation cards," Yoongi responded with a weary sigh,"Jimin's working on the presentation, so I'm just monitoring that. Hoseok's been helping me with the emails but it feels like they just keep coming."

You watched as Yoongi massaged his temples, trying to keep his frustration in check.

You went silent for a moment, thinking of where to start.

"How about this," You began, looking back at Yoongi to make sure he was paying attention, "I'll help you finish the brochure and invitation cards. We can take turns working on them. You can continue answering the emails tomorrow afternoon. I know it feels like everything is piling up, but trust me, you'll finish everything on time."

Yoongi's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and relief flashing across his face. 

"Now let me see..." You leaned over the desk to examine the brochure on the screen, your mind already running through the necessary adjustments. You stood there, slightly bent over, trying to focus on the details of the layout.

"Here, sit down."

You glanced back at your husband, expecting him to move aside but he didn't. Instead, he remained seated, watching you attentively.

"How am I supposed to sit if you're not going to move?" You remained in your awkward position, your hand still placed over the mouse as you looked back at Yoongi in confusion.

"Sit on my lap."

You paused, blinking in surprise at Yoongi's suggestion. His expression was serious, though there was a hint of a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Yoongi patted his thigh as he stared at you.

You slowly moved back before carefully taking a seat on his lap, your heart racing a bit faster than usual. Yoongi adjusted his arms around you, two of his hands resting lightly on your waist.

"Go ahead."

You didn't dare to move an inch.

It was like your lower body had forgotten how to function.

Yoongi's chest was warm against your back, his breath steady as he rested his chin on your shoulder. His eyes were locked on the computer screen, focused on the task at hand. You were determined to distract yourself as you turned your attention back to the brochure, editing the content with a concentrated effort.

The office was silent, broken only by the soft clicking of the mouse as you continued working.

Your fingers moved over to the keyboard, inputting the final details into the brochure as you carefully reviewed the content, ensuring that everything made sense. Despite your focus, you couldn't ignore the way Yoongi's hands traced a slow, deliberate path along your waist, causing you to shiver. His touch was gentle but suggestive, making it hard to concentrate on the task in front of you.

As you continued typing, you felt a hand slide up to your shoulders, then to your chin. You gulped and your fingers paused above the keyboard as you anticipated Yoongi's next movement.

"Lean back," Yoongi whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You did as you were told, your eyes still glued to the computer screen.

"Can I ask you something?" Yoongi's voice dropped lower, "No matter what happens, you'll believe me... right...?"

The unexpected question caught you off guard as you slowly turned around to face him.

"What's wrong?" You whispered, now staring at Yoongi's eyes.

Yoongi hesitated, his gaze shifting away as if searching for the right words. He took a deep breath, bracing for your reaction.

"About me and Gayeong..." He mumbled, anxiously waiting for you to say something," Look, I'll take care of it, I promise."

The words came out in a rush. He wanted to shield you from the situation, to reassure you that it would be resolved. But more than that, he needed you to know that he was committed to making things right.

You froze, comprehending what he had just said before placing a hand on his face, urging him to open his eyes.

"I believe you." You smiled as you watched Yoongi's nervous expression turn into relief.

Just as Yoongi gently nudged your face closer to his, eyes closing as his lips inched toward yours, the m door suddenly swung open.

"Hey, how's work goin- WHAT THE-"

You whipped your head around to see Hoseok standing in the doorway, his expression frozen in shock. Without missing a beat, he quickly slammed the door shut.

"SORRY!"

Hoseok's voice rang out, clearly flustered, before you heard the rapid fading of his footsteps down the hall.

You buried your face into Yoongi's chest, trying to hide your embarrassment. You could feel the vibration of his chest as he chuckled softly, his arms tightening around you in a tight embrace.