Min Yoongi boss

The office had long since been deserted. Only a single desk lamp was burning in the far corner, by the window overlooking evening Seoul. Jimin sat hunched over, typing out a report that had been called "disgraceful" this morning. Even though he'd poured his heart into it. As always.

He was used to it. To the harsh comments, to the fact that his coffee wasn't hot enough, his documents weren't straight enough. Yoongi-hyung—that's what Jimin called him in his head, though he never dared say it out loud—was the ultimate perfectionist. Or simply a person who was never satisfied. Jimin tried. He brought coffee promptly at eight, knowing that Jimin didn't like it when people were late. He double-checked every comma. He kept quiet when they raised their voices at him. He smiled when his insides clenched.

He hadn't done anything wrong today. He really had. He'd arrived earlier this morning, laid out the papers, and prepared the report. But Yoongi walked in, sullen, with dark circles under his eyes, and started right from the doorway: "You've mixed everything up again. I told you, it's a different format. Do you even listen when you're told?" Jimin opened his mouth to say that this was the format they'd asked for yesterday, but he didn't have time. The words got stuck somewhere in his throat. Yoongi threw the folder on the table, and the pages scattered across the floor. "Redo it. See you tonight."

Jimin nodded. Slowly gathered up the papers. And suddenly he realized he couldn't take it anymore. Not from resentment, but from exhaustion. From the fact that his efforts were never noticed. He didn't go to the utility room, as he sometimes did, just to sit in silence among the old boxes. No. He sat down at his desk. Opened the file. And began to redo it. Again.

Tears dripped onto the keyboard, but he wiped them with the back of his hand and kept typing. Once, twice, three times. Time dragged on. It grew dark outside. Yoongi went into his office, slamming the door. Jimin didn't look up. He just did his job. Because he didn't know how to do anything else.

When the clock struck ten thirty, Yoongi came out. He was about to leave, but the light in the common room was unsettling. He approached Jimin, who always went out of his way for him. He realized how wrong he had been.