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big money, big heart-Hong Jisoo(Joshua)

Credit to grassywoozi

You sighed, plopping down at your desk, the heavy stack of folders and various other paper messily splayed across. Tiredly, you sat up in your chair and reached over for one of the many folders, fingering through the files, eyes trailing along the length of the papers.

"There's so much..." you mumbled under your breath. Standing up, you hunched over the desk, collecting what files you needed to bring to the meeting. The sheer amount of paperwork was back-breaking, the weight of the papers in your hand dragging your upper body down.

Grumbling, you kicked the door of your office open, a frustrated look settling down onto your face as you slowly made your way to the conference room. Standing in front of the door, you bit your lip, neither of your hands available to open the door. Glancing around, you looked for help, a low groan leaving your lips when you looked around to see nobody.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you reached up with your left hand, your fingers straining to latch onto the doorknob.

"Almost there..." you let out a grunt, your pinkie slipping off the handle. You were about to give up before you felt someone tap your arm. Snapping your head to your right, you let out a small gasp, stumbling back in surprise.

"Do you need some help?" Joshua chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, lips turning up at the corners with amusement. You nodded, your mouth refusing to work with you and the words you wanted to say. Josh pushed the door open, motioning you to enter first. You gave him a small smile, a "thank you" leaving your lips as you passed him.

Carefully, you set the stack of folders and papers down onto the long conference desk with a huff, your eyes eventually looking up to see that the room was empty. A feeling of nervousness and dread settled down when you realized that it was just you and Joshua. You swallowed hard, your hands began clamming up, the temperature of the room rising significantly.

"So, Y/N." you heard Joshua call out behind you. Turning around, you offered him a meek smile. "Yes?" your voice felt small. Joshua chuckled, walking over to the head of the table, settling himself comfortably down into the chair, his hands coming up and intertwining with themselves.

"I feel like I haven't talked with you in a long time," his voice was soft, the audible honey dripping down and seeping into your mind. The way he looked at you and spoke to you was intoxicating, and you hated it.

There was no denying that you held strong feelings for your boss, the kind nature of his actions affecting you greatly over the years you spent working with him. There was also no denying that you had absolutely no chance with him. Why would someone as great as him waste his time with someone like you?

"I've been busy," you said, the flimsy excuse falling from your lips, causing Joshua to scoff.

"I know that's not true," he replied, motioning towards the tower of unfinished paperwork. You watched carefully as Joshua stood up, adjusting his tie around his neck. Just as he took a step towards you, the door burst open, the beaming smile of Seokmin smiling at the two of you.

"Look who's here already!" he exclaimed, his loud voice ringing in your voice. Smiling, you gave Seokmin a small wave, wanting to ignore the presence of Joshua. Shuffling towards the seat farthest from Joshua, you grabbed the stack of files and slid them towards you. You tried your best to ignore the burning gaze of Joshua as more workers trickled into the room, the soft hum of conversation filling your ears before a stern cough sounded from the front.

"Glad you all could make it to the meeting," Joshua said, his hands clapping together loudly, his lips curling up into a gentle smile. You watched as his gaze raked over each worker sitting around the table until finally, his eyes met yours, his eyes narrowing mischievously. Watching him with careful eyes, you followed his form as he strutted closer and closer to your chair until he was standing behind you, hands on the back of your chair.