The Dreaming Of Escape !! (Jikook) Chapter 1 Fool's Gold Thunder

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Chapter 1 Fool's Gold Thunder

Notes: The title of this work and its chapter names comes from the song "Birds" by Coldplay. You can listen to it and you can read the official lyrics to the song :) This fic has been incredibly therapeutic and healing for me to write. I've learned for the first time through practice to step away to avoid overworking just to satisfy others, and to pursue things that make me smile. I hope you enjoy this journey. Come hang out with me on INSTAGRAM and tell me what you think of this first chapter :) xxxx (See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Author:- It was half past eleven at night, and the janitorial staff were steadily making their rounds through the stark but modern hallways of Park Consolidated. Some staff were vacuuming in a rhythmic and methodical fashion, and others were cleaning the glass windows of mahogany and cherrywood offices with side tables of scotch in square crystal decanters that belonged to higher-up stiffs and CEOs. The lights had long been switched off, leaving only dim emergency overhead lighting, and only one of the six elevators that stopped on the tenth floor was in working order.

Jimin (CEO)

“I told you to go home three hours ago.”

Namjoon (Assistant)

“Give me a date.”

Jimin (CEO)

“A date?”

Namjoon (Assistant)

“Of the last time I listened to you. Should I reschedule your morning briefing, or will you be able to make it?”

Author: Kim Namjoon glanced up from his iPad Pro, casually pushing his thick tortoise-shell glasses up his nose with one middle finger. He was kicked back in a cracked brown suede beanbag chair that was stored in the cabinet during the day and pulled out only when the rest of the corporate assholes had left the office for the night, because such millennial frivolity was frowned upon and unwelcome.

Jimin (CEO)

“What time is the briefing?”

Author: Park Jimin stopped spinning in circles in his leather swivel chair and grabbed the edge of the desk to still his world, even though his office continued to tilt and distort because he had been twirling himself for three minutes easily, and Namjoon hadn’t said a word to stop him. He pressed the balls of his feet into the ground in his Gucci dress shoes to keep himself from the temptation of going another twenty or so rounds like he was on a carnival ride.

Namjoon (Assistant)

“Half past seven.”

Jimin (CEO)

“And my level of responsibility?”

Namjoon (Assistant)

Six out of ten.”

Jimin (CEO)

Good. Send Kyungwan-ssi instead. My flight is at four o’clock.”

Namjoon (Assistant)

“So obviously you can’t make it to a seven-thirty meeting.”

Author: Namjoon pursed his lips, but the dimples in his cheeks betrayed him. Jimin looked up, trying to balance a fountain ink pen upright on the tip of his pointer finger. The pen clattered onto his mahogany desk, the attempt failing as expected.

Jimin (CEO)

“No, I’m very busy,”

Author: Jimin said seriously, leaning forward and lacing his fingers together in a domino effect, setting his elbows onto the desktop and then resting his chin atop his knuckles as he eyed Namjoon.

Namjoon (Assistant)

“Your father is going to fire me if I keep sending Kyungwan-ssi to these meetings instead of you.”

Jimin (CEO)

“We’ve been over this, hyung. You’re my father’s lapdog, but you’re my assistant. ☹️

Jimin (CEO)

Put assistant in air quotes. He can fire you all he wants. I’ll just hire you full-time to piss him off. I’ve been handed half the shares of the company on a fucking silver platter, haven’t I?”

Namjoon (Assistant)

“I love it when you talk business to me”

Author: Namjoon joked, shifting in his beanbag chair. His suit jacket was lying on the floor forgotten. He was down to just his navy slacks and his white button-up, the sleeves messily rolled to his elbows. One of his brown Prada dress shoes was untied.

Jimin (CEO)

"I'm just saying"😙😄

Author: Jimin said with a small smile despite his exhaustion, leaning back in his chair and keeping his fingers laced as he rested them on his abdomen.

Jimin (CEO)

So send Kyungwan-ssi to my seven-thirty. I’ll come in at eight or something. Anything I have to know before I fly out tomorrow? Anything worth knowing, that is.”

Namjoon (Assistant)

“Uh, just that the best I could get you was a connecting flight,”

Author: Namjoon said, still scrolling through his iPad, his face illuminated in the dim office lighting. He always stuck around with Jimin, no matter what hour the clock screamed on any given day.

Namjoon (Assistant)

“And that you should bring me back a souvenir.”

Jimin (CEO)

“For a connecting flight? Absolutely not.”

Namjoon (Assistant)

“Sorry, did you want a thirteen-hour layover in Beijing or a quick three-hour layover and connection through Shanghai?”

Jimin (CEO)

“Remember when you used to bow to me and use honorifics in front of my father? Those were the days.”

Namjoon (Assistant)

“Remember when you weren’t a brat? You probably don’t,”

Author: Namjoon said with a breathy laugh as Jimin grinned.

Jimin (CEO)

Are these assholes going to call you or what?”

Namjoon (Assistant)

“They said seven-thirty in the morning their time.

Author: ” Jimin checked his computer.

Jimin (CEO)

It’s…” (Jimin checked his computer) “Seven thirty-three. I’ve waited long enough.”

Author: And then he exited out of his video conferencing applications and shut down his computer. His father liked to give overseas investors, business partners, or interested parties the benefit of the doubt, a five-to-seven-minute window. Jimin wasn’t exceptionally ruthless or heartless, but he had long since lost his patience. If interested investors in L.A. couldn’t call at seven-thirty in the morning on the dot their time, then Jimin wasn’t going to stick around just to placate them when they arrived late.

Namjoon (Assistant)

“I’m going home, then,”

Author: Namjoon announced, hoisting himself to his feet and picking up the beanbag chair. He tossed it into the cabinet, used a foot to shove it into place, and then shut and locked the door, his iPad tucked underneath one arm. He reached for his small glass of scotch and tossed back the tiny bit that was left, and Jimin did the same. Namjoon was the king of hanging around to listen in and take notes on whatever Jimin was doing, but tonight, they could both just go home.

Namjoon (Assistant)

“You think he’s still awake?”

Jimin (CEO)

“I don’t know, hyung,” (Jimin sighed, watching Namjoon scroll through his phone to find his most cherished text message conversation as they rode the elevator down to the ground floor lobby, his jacket draped over one forearm.) “I don’t stalk him the way you do.”

Namjoon (Assistant)

“I prefer saying that I’m ‘passionately involved,’ not ‘stalking,’” (Namjoon corrected, and then he snaked his head through the strap of his messenger bag so that he was across his chest securely) “We’re sharing, by the way.”

Jimin (CEO)

“The shit I let you do.”

Jimin (CEO)

“The shit I would do if you didn’t.”

Namjoon (Assistant)

“You got me there.”

Author: The two friends pushed through the revolving glass doors onto the streets of the Central Business District of Seoul. Park Consolidated was situated in one of the most architecturally renowned buildings in CBD, but that was a given. Nothing but the best for the Park family. Jimin hated the building, wished fire and brimstone and the full wrath of hell on it on a regular basis, prayed for a typhoon to sweep it away in its entirety. But it always stood immaculate, mocking him.

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