Today is Yoongi's birthday so in honor of that I'm going to celebrate with a multi-post day!  Yes, that's right, you guys get five updates this week.  Woo-hoo!  Seriously though, leave me a comment and tell me what Yoongi has inspired you to do in your life.

I don't have a bias in BTS, the whole band is my bias, but each member has inspired me to work on something different in my life.  For Yoongi: it's to never let your dreams go (no matter what), don't stop fighting your depression, and it's okay to take naps. :) Seriously though, I was diagnosed with something a year ago (this month is the anniversary of that, in fact) and Yoongi's example encouraged me to be pretty open about it.  I didn't want my friends or siblings to feel shame or refuse to seek help when they need it because of stigma.

Anyway, enjoy!

Yoongi's POV

Y/N would not pick up her phone and he was irritated. Why on earth did she always do this.

They didn't cancel the concerts but their schedules had been cleared of interviews for the next couple days.

He didn't look but Jimin and Taehyung told him their fans were up in arms. Their Twitter feed was flooded with angry fans demanding answers and threatening to off his wife.

So of course she wouldn't pick up the damn phone, great timing. He hoped she'd had the presence of mind to hire a security detail. Jin informed him she was being featured on the news but he didn't watch it. He didn't want to hear a bunch of crap about her from people who had no idea what was going on.

BigHit had been told to simply not comment for the time being. Why? Why did she want to be vilified by the media? Why was she letting his uncle have his way?

He felt helpless. He wanted to be there. But he was glad he wasn't. He wanted to help her. But he wanted to stay away from all the baggage their relationship brought up. He wanted to know if he was going to be a father. But he also wanted to not know, he was scared.

Y/N's POV

It had been 48 hours since Y/N had been rushed to the company headquarters and she had slept for maybe three of those. She was exhausted. She couldn't even remember where she had put her phone.

But she refused to sleep. Sleep could wait until she had all her balls rolling. She sat behind the Chairman's desk, an open file in front of her. It was an employee file, listing a complaint that had been made by the employee several months previous. He was relatively new to the company, low on the totem pole. The first performance review was outstanding. But the second one, done within the past two weeks, showed a considerable decrease in output and work ethic.

And then there was the complaint. Two employees, up for promotion. One had alleged the other was using unethical tactics to achieve the position. It had appeared to be dealt with quietly. The complainer was shunted to a lower-level position, significantly decreasing chances of promotion. The other had been in a position to now review the first's work since then. Y/N smelled something fishy. She knew how companies worked, she'd worked for one during her last two years of college.

"Mr. Lee." She could tell he was nervous. He was fidgeting with his hands. He was slightly overweight and his hair was a little too long. While going through the HR complaint files, what had made him stand out wasn't only the fact that he might have a bone to pick with the company, but he was foreign-born. His father was Korean but he had been born in the U.S., moving back to Korea when he was 12. This made the chance of a culture clash go down significantly. If his work ethic was still in there somewhere, it made him a valuable asset to navigating the company. And he spoke both languages fluently.

Y/N blinked, forcing herself to focus and ignore the ache she felt from her lower back. Sleep, sleep...

"I understand you filed a complaint against a former co-worker, one who is now in a position to supervise you?"

"Um...yes." He seemed surprised that she brought it up.

"And the complaint was..."

"He was friends with the supervisor who made the final decision and I caught him fiddling with one of my projects once." He said hesitantly.

"So you reported it."

"Yes."

"Did anything come of it?" He didn't say anything for a moment.

"I don't want any trouble, ma'am. I'm quite content to earn my paycheck."

"Did anything come of it?" She acted like she hadn't heard him and he nervously licked his lips.

"No. They found out and made sure I wouldn't have an opportunity to promote again."

"So...you have a problem with that?"

"My current position is..."

"Mr. Lee, I haven't slept for over 24 hours. Please just answer my questions straightforwardly." She said impatiently. He shrunk back a little.

"Yes...yes, ma'am. I wanted to prove myself, work hard, get promoted. And that got taken away."

"And the bastards weren't punished."

"Yes, ma'am." He cocked his head a little. "Don't you have bigger things to worry about though...?" She tapped a pen against the desk.

"How well do you know this company?"

"I'd say, since I've been here for a year, I understand it officially and unofficially. Not that it's done me much good." He added the last sentence as an afterthought.

"How trustworthy do you deem yourself, Mr. Lee?" He thought that one over for a moment.

"As long as I'm not wronged I'd say I'm as trustworthy as the next guy." She chuckled slightly.

"Most people aren't that trustworthy."

"I haven't ever changed my brand of detergent. So I guess I'm fairly loyal." She bit her lip, gazing past him to the door. To trust or not to trust...

"I'll be frank with you, Mr. Lee. I need help and I'm looking for someone I can rely on."

"What do you mean?"

"I have some...things I want to accomplish. I can't trust anyone at this company."

"But...you own it...you're in charge. How....?"

"Do you know how I got to my current position?"

"Uh...marriage...?"

"That's one word for it." She snorted. He said nothing, not sure what she was getting at. She took a deep breath. "I'm legally married to Min Yoongi but...it was not consensual. On either of our parts." She shot a dark look in the general direction of the meeting room. "And every single man I have sat in meetings with today and yesterday knew, stood by, and did nothing." The lightbulb went off.

"So...you want someone to help you...get revenge?" She smiled sweetly, sickeningly sweet.

"Of sorts."

"I mean I was mad, am mad, about what happened. But I'm not sure I want to take down the whole company..."

"Oh no, not that." She shook her head. "There are many people here who would be adversely affected, people who had no idea what was going on. But...I want those bastards to pay."

"What's in it for me?" She cocked her head and sat back. He was giving, she could tell.

"It's going to be scary and we have to stick with it all the way, otherwise innocent people will get hurt. But...if you help me...what you get is up to you."

"Anything I want?"

"As long as it's not unethical or immoral."

"What do I have to do?"

"You'll be my personal assistant. You're going to be working long hours, I warn you."

"I want a good position in the company, when this is all over." She smiled.

"Okay, I will make that happen."

"So...what first?" Her smile took on a dark, edge.

"HR is a rich resource for digging up dirt. I want some on every high-level executive in the company. Especially all that sit at that table with me. I want information on everyone who owns shares in the company. I want a press release prepared, revealing the details of my marriage. Don't release it yet. I want a list of people you think would be reliable enough to keep steering this ship if all its supervisor positions suddenly opened. And..." She hesitated. "Set up a meeting with a divorce lawyer for me. Please."