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The door chirped as I opened it and the aroma of coffee beans hit my nose in an instant.

I took in a deep breath and smiled. The smell of coffee was anamazing one.
My eyes traveled to the barista waiting for me to walk up and order. A smile was on her face.

"Hello, what may I get started for you?"

she asked as I sat my purse on top of the counter in front of me.

"Good morning. Can I get a double shot, Non fat, Caramel Macchiato?"

I opened my purse and pulled out my small wallet.

"Of course! Would you like anything else?"

I opened my wallet, about to tell her no when I saw Jungkook's card resting nicely in a slot. I swallowed hard and thought carefully.

When was the last time I treated myself to a coffee?

Was it really that bad to use what Jungkook had so willing given?
I mean, it was only less than six dollars. For a guy like him, that was practically pennies.

Tempted, I reached for it but stopped myself short and grabbed the cash I had.

"No, that's all I want, thank you. May I have a empty cup on the side though?"

"Sure."
she smiled.

I handed her the cash and she handed me back the change after a moment.
It was a nice gesture, but I couldn't get in the habit of relyingon Jungkook for things.

He wasn't my husband in every sense of the word and I would not use him like so many wanted and had done.
That was wrong and I was going to do my best to be good to him since he has been nothing but good to me.

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My heart was beating fast.

My stomach in knots.
I felt like I was going to be sick.
I had to take a deep breath to steady myself as I opened the door to Namjoon's office.

He was talking on the phone in his chair with his back to me.

Ahh, his eight AM sharp meeting.

Mr. Kim Seokjin was always a stickler for such a thing.
But with Namjoon wanting to get ahold of the new building downtown to expand our company, he had to do anything and everything possible.
Even if it meant spending an hour every morning negotiation.
Especially with another Corporation out there trying to buy it out from under us.

I walked up and sat his coffee down on his desk.
A sudden whiff of his cologne hit me and I tried to keep back the urge to embrace it like I always had.

Without a word, I turned and headed back for the door before he saw me-

"Y/N?" I froze.

My hands were already touching the door to go back to my desk. I gently touched the glass, still debating to turn around or not.

He was busy right? I should just go-

"Are you not talking to me now?"

I felt tears threaten again, but I would not cry here and in front of him, never.
I steadied myself and turned around to face him.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were still on the phone with Mr. Hanbin. Good morning."

I said in my best professional voice.

Yes, I would just have to block everything off and just be
professional, since I was only his assistant.

His dark eyes studied me closely, his lips turned into a frown.

Oh if only I could make him smile at me once again.
If only he would let me be the one to smooth away all his fears and doubts.

"Is... there something going on that I don't know about? Between us, I mean."

His voice came out smooth and collected, but I could hear the worry in his voice.
Oh how I wished I could ease his mind, but I couldn't.

He had already made it perfectly clear where I stood.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

I played dumb.

He rose to his feet and his more slender form came around his desk towards me.

My heart pounded faster.

Not able to move, regrettably, he made it so that he standing right in front of me.I could definitely smell his cologne now.
Oh god, I couldn't help but take in the scent.

"I know I hurt our friendship by keeping my dating and engagement from you... and for that I'm truly sorry."

he cleared his throat.

"I already miss the friendship we had though, and... is
there anyway to just... go back to normal?"

As much as I wanted to just say yes, my heart would not allow me to.

"I'm sorry... but no."

I couldn't bear to look at him for another moment.

"I have a lot of work to do, Mr. Kim."

I could see his hand reach out to me from the corner of my eyes.

"Y/N-"

"You have a nine-thirty meeting with Crosby Co. I'll get everything ready for it."

I turned so he didn't have time to touch me and went to my own desk.

My heart seemed to break again, the pain physically hitting me hard. Would I ever begin to heal from this?

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Jungkook's POV:

"Mr.Jeon."

Jimin's voice broke through the calculations I was doing in my head.
He was speaking more professionally, meaning someone was here to see me.

I quickly jotted down my number so I didn't lose track and then looked up at him.

"Yes?"

He frowned slightly giving me the signal that this was going to be more damage control.
I nodded and waved at him.

"Send him in."

"It's Mr. Seokjin."

I froze for a moment, but then collected myself.

"Please bring him in, Mr. Park."

Nodding he turned and opened the door for none other than 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧.

I stood, buttoned my suit and walked around the desk to meet him.
Kim Seokjin was a bit leaner man, but stocky and strong.

Knowing his stuff, he was the owner of the building that I wanted to buy, and also a major player when it came to a good name in his town, he was no older than thirty-five.

The years hadn't been good to him though, especially after his wife had died. Since then, he had turned more bitter and short tempered with the world. It took a lot to gain his trust, and I was finally at that point.

His furrowed brow and eyes studied me closely with a cold look.

"Kim, what do I owe this pleasure?"
I asked, holding a hand out.

He didn't hesitate and took it, his solid grip giving his greeting back in return.

"I don't wish to skip around things, Jungkook. I came to express my concerns."

Nodding in reply I offered him a scotch.
He gladly took it and drank it down in one gulp.

Shit. He really was concerned about something.

"What concerns are those?"

He looked down at my hand where a simple band still rested on my wedding finger.
His eyes traveled back up to meet mine.

"I see the rumors are true."

Damn it.

"Yes, I did get married this weekend if that is what you are referring to."

"I am."

For a moment I thought he would, hopefully, change the subject... but he didn't.

"That's what concerns me."

I stayed collected even though I didn't know how to make him okay with it.

Hell, I didn't even know what he found was a concern about it.

"If you think I want to back down from my offer to spend more time with the wife, that's not-"

"Park Y/N is her name, correct?"

I kept my face neutral.

"Yes."

"You know who has been calling me every morning to try and convince me to take his offer, do you not?"

he pressed again. Now I knew where this was going.

This wasn't good.

"Namjoon, I assume."

I replied honestly.

That little piece of shit! I knew he was trying, but not that hard.

Seok Jin then began to pace for a moment in silence as to pick his next words carefully. Then he stopped right in front of me.

"Be honest with me, Jungkook."

his eyes grew dark.

"Are you planning on screwing me over? From the looks of things it seems to me that both you and Namjoon are working together instead of against one another."

I frowned.

"That's not happening."

"Then why is it that your new wife, Park Y/N, works for Kim Namjoon as his personal assistant?"

I swallowed hard. That was a good question.

My 'wife' as he called her, was working for my competitor.
I would be concerned too if I was in his shoes.

This wasn't good. I needed to fix this.

Today.

"I see why you would think that, Jin. And honestly, I don't have a good answer to that. I didn't expect to marry a woman that works so closely with that man, but I did. It has nothing to do with work though, and I'll make things right to prove it. You have my word."

My words came out strong and very confident. Seok Jin weighed them carefully before finally easing up a bit and nodding.

"Good. I was very concerned. I like you, Jungkook. There is something about you that makes me feel confident that you will do what you say will happen. Our deal is still on, but I do hope that some changes are made. You understand, right?"

"I understand perfectly."

Holding out his hand first, I took it and shook it.

"Let's schedule a lunch date to go over the last details, hmm?"

"Sounds good. I'll have Mr. Park schedule it."

With a simple nod of the head, Kim Seok Jin walked towards the door as Jimin opened it for him.
He escorted him out and I took a deep breath.

Shit.

This was starting to become very bad.
My biggest project was being affected by my marriage and I could not risk it.

Something had to be done, but getting annulled like we agreed upon was not an option yet.

I hated to do this, but it was the only way.

The door opened and Jimin stepped through, shutting the door behind him.

"Looks like you smoothed things over."

"For now." I added.

"What do you need me to do, boss?"

he asked, serious as ever.

That's what I liked about him. He was serious when he needed to be, but a pain in the ass when needed as well.

Now, he was supporting me with hidden power.

I sighed and grabbed my keys.

"I need you to cancel my afternoon appointments and watch over while I'm gone."

"What are you going to do?" he asked, curious.

"Damage control."

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Y/N's POV:

I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I typed in an appointment on my laptop that was before me.

"Right, I have you down for a three-thirty meeting with Mr. Kim Namjoon on the twenty-ninth. Perfect, thank you. Have a good day."

I grabbed the phone a hung up the call. I focused on the paperwork that I had finished and punched in the last numbers that I needed to into the system.

Work had been keeping Namjoon and I from speaking alone all day, and I was beyond grateful for it.

Who knew I would feel better about being away from him?

Sadly, that's how it was going.

I tucked a lose strand of hair behind my ear and carefully saved all of the information. Once done, I leaned back and sighed as I closed my eyes for a moment.
My eyes were tired from the computer screen.

Was this all I was meant to do in life?
Sit behind a desk and schedule appointments for eternity? I knew I did more than that, but still...

Was this it?

I was damn good at my job, that was obvious.
I had several job offers even while working here, but I still didn't bother with them.
I loved Namjoon and would follow him to the ends of the earth, or so I thought anyways.
After everything, even this job seemed to lose it's spark.

What was it I really wanted to do?

Oh yes.

I wanted to be a Doctor.

Ha! Like I had time to go to school and pay for it at the same time.
I had to keep my full time job and this payed the best.
No matter, I didn't have the time or the money to do such a thing like chase a distant dream.

My phone rang and I sat up, opened my eyes and answered it.

"Kim Namjoon's office, this is Y/N speaking."

"Oh Lee, it's me, Eugene."

I felt my body go stiff.

"What can I do for you?"

I forced out as nicely as I could.

"Right, well I keep trying to get ahold of Namjoon on his cell, but he's not answering it. I was wondering if you could patch me through."

I looked through the glass to see Namjoon sorting through papers and numbers.
He was so busy working and trying to get this building...

if only...

"Yes, well, I would like that. I have a question about the cake we need to order for the wedding and-"

"I'll patch you through."

I cut her off and glared down at the phone. Without a second thought I put the phone back and hung up on her.

Oops.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to keep myself from getting a headache.
My emotions weren't exactly heading towards tears anymore... they were starting to grasp anger.

A sudden deep voice cleared his throat and I jumped and opened my eyes to meet none other than a pair of distinct brown eyes.

I gasped.

"Jungkook!?"

I swallowed hard and looked towards Namjoon who was still busy with his paperwork.
Looking back at my husband I felt myself unable to move.

"What are you doing here!?"

His intimidating large frame towered over me and my desk.

His hands in his suit pant pockets, and his dark brown eyes trained down on me, I couldn't miss the large smirk on his handsome face.

"Can't I come see my wife?"

I sucked in a breath. I didn't feel good about this...

something bad was about to come from this...

"I-It was just unexpected." I told him.

"Of course."

his grin grew wider with my discomfort.
What the hell was he up to?

"You're still promising to stick with the deal of ours, correct?"

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Yes. I'm not going back on it. We agreed. I'm good for my word."

What was he going to do?

"Good."
He nodded then looked over at Namjoon through the glass.

"I'd like a word with your boss then."

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