‘Listen up, my lovely slaves! Number 4 officially starts work as Senior Fashion Assistant today because a new Fashion Assistant has been found. I have sent the newbie off on an emergency buying + clothes retrieving trip in London yesterday evening, so she’ll only be here tomorrow afternoon.

‘In addition, I have temporarily assumed duties as Fashion Director for the time being because that moron is pregnant and is currently on maternity leave. Now, you guys will report everything to Number 4 instead if I put this sign on my table,’ Jaejoong waved a red sign with bold black letterings reading: TOO BUSY TO AT YOU, ‘Any questions?’

Everyone was silent.

‘Fabulous. Now go back to working your fat asses off. Kimchi, read up,’ Jaejoong kicked a big box of files from under his desk towards you.

‘What’s this?’ You began pushing the corrugated box to the side of your desk.

‘Top file is about how to run things around here, after you’re done reading it, sign at the back. Next few files are about concept and photoshoot planning procedures, which is a guide kindly created by yours truly. The rest is buying plans and , so you’ll be working a lot with the pesky fashion and styling team.’ 

You simply nodded.

‘I’m sure you’ll do a good job,’ Jaejoong said flatly before putting the damned sign on his large desk.

‘Jae-’

‘Nuh-uh,’ Jaejoong shook his head and pointed at the annoying sign on his desk.

‘But I want to ask-’

‘Not listening,’ Jaejoong was now busy typing away on his computer.

‘ you!’ You cursed and flipped though the first file in the box.

‘Too busy,’ Jaejoong muttered.

You rolled your eyes and began reading.

‘4, you’re supposed to assign us work.’ Number 1 stated from her table.

You looked at her and noticed that both her and Number 2 were looking at you expectantly, waiting for your orders.

‘Err…’ you quickly looked through the HELP file and said, ‘Oh… you guys do the inventory checks first on behalf of the newcomer. I’ll check my emails and get back to you two later.’

They nodded and scurried off.

‘Kimchi,’ Jaejoong looked up for a second to get your attention before focusing back on his desktop screen, ‘I need a particular dress for tomorrow’s photoshoot and it’s still collecting dust in Paris.’

‘!’ You ran towards Number 1 and told her to fly off now.

‘Kimchi,’ Jaejoong smirked, ‘There’s a meeting in 5 minutes, why aren’t you going yet?’

‘There is?’ You quickly grabbed your phone, notebook and pen.

‘You’re standing in for me now, aren’t you?’ Jaejoong taunted.

‘Can’t you just send me your schedule for today!?’ You started to scream when you couldn’t find your Blackberry.

‘I sent it 5 minutes ago, so don’t blame me if you’re the one who’s incompetent.’

‘SHUT THE UP!’ You flipped Jaejoong off before running out of the department.

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‘I know I’m late, I’m sorry, it won’t ever happen again, it’s just that I’m new to this whole adopt-Jaejoong’s-schedule thing,’ you ranted as soon as you got into the meeting room and grabbed a seat at the end of the meeting table.

Everyone in the room stared at you.

‘4! Here!’ Yoochun beckoned you with a hand and warm smile to come up front to sit in the ‘right’ seat. 

‘Oh, crap!’ You quickly got up and wasted more time changing seats.

‘We spent 3 minutes of precious meeting time giving our undivided attention to you,’ Yunho drawled.

‘I’m very sorry.’ You bowed in your seat.

‘Stay back after the meeting,’ and you gulped, ‘Let us continue from where were before the untimely interruption.’

Yoochun coughed while you winced.

‘Plans for this month is as follows,’ Yunho held a binded document in his hand which was already flipped open, ‘Creative Director, Mr. Park, and myself will be heading a temporary Human Resource unit to look for new employees to fill in vacant positions in the company after I personally kicked out those underhanded cheats responsible for the leak last month. Everyone in the Fashion and Lifestyle Departments will now have to clock in a compulsory 15 hours a day at least 3 times a week. This is to make sure everyone is working extra hard to help in the next 6 months’ magazine planning which was already done but had to be scraped for precautionary measures.’

‘Failure to clock in the new sufficient work hours?’ You asked.

‘Good question.’ Yunho replied, ‘Desk lockdown.’

‘What’s that?’ You raised an eyebrow in question.

‘It’s like a building lockdown, but only more specific. I will personally sit beside that slacker and make sure he or she works until the hours are met.’ 

You nodded mutely.

‘Any more questions or areas you would like to discuss about?’ Yunho looked around the room.

‘I do not mean to offend anyone, especially you, Mr. Jung,’ Changmin spoke up, ‘But recently, Mr. Kim, our Fashion Supervisor, has somehow sparked a trend amongst the female population within Blitz to wear rather short skirts or dresses to work. I am, however, aware that the rule in Blitz on work attire is to ‘Dress as you deem fit to represent oneself as a distinguished employee of Blitz.’ I feel that this rule is quite vague, so I’m wondering whether it can be revised.’

‘I understand where you’re coming from, Senior Editor. That rather vague phrasing of the rule was cast in stone to facilitate the Fashion Department, whose staff members live and breathe on expressing one’s own individualism, which supposedly ‘affects their work performance if they’re not comfortable in their choice of clothes’.’ Yunho explained.

You couldn't help but hide your laugh by coughing into your hand.

‘If we only apply that rule to the Fashion Department, the other departments will go into an uproar. But if we revise the rule, the Fashion people will go on a rampage.’ Yoochun sighed.

‘And I will be… murdered by Jaejoong,’ Yunho added, causing Yoochun and you to chuckle.

‘We don’t need a revision of the rule.’ You declared, causing everyone’s heads to whip in your direction.

‘We don’t?’ Changmin frowned at you, ‘How?’

‘Get Jaejoong to create another trend then.’ You suggested.

‘My Gawd,’ Yoochun beamed at you, ‘Why didn’t I think of that!?’

‘You’ll be in charge of changing Jaejoong’s mind that appropriate length hems are better that eye raising ones,’ Yunho told you, ‘Meeting’s over. Have a good day ahead, everyone.’

You stayed in your seat and watched the others file out.

‘You asked me to stay back right?’ You looked timidly at Yunho, ‘Because I was late for the meeting…’

Yunho nodded, ‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to lecture you.’

You tilted your head in question.

‘It’s just to put on an act that I was going to reprimand you for your late coming,’ Yunho stated.

‘Someone’s practicing favouritism,’ you wiggled your eyebrows at your big boss.

‘Would you rather be told off?’ Yunho shot you a quick look before resuming typing on his laptop.

‘No. And thank you so much, Mr. Jung, for letting me off the hook,’ you stood up and bowed.

Yunho waved it off, ‘Thank me by coming over tonight to help Sumire out with her school project.’

You stared at Yunho, ‘What school project?’

‘You can sew right?’ Yunho looked up at you from his laptop.

‘Basic skills only though,’ you replied, ‘Why don’t you ask Jaejoong? His skills are on par with couturiers.’

‘That’s the problem. How can an elementary school kid suddenly hand in an epic piece of cross stitch which looks more like professional level embroidery?’

‘Right.’ You nodded, ‘Besides, Jaejoong would never produce half-assed work.’

‘Language,’ Yunho’s focus was back on his screen, ‘So can you help her out?’

‘Sure,’ you smiled and gathered your stuff in your hands, ‘Does she really need the extra help that badly?’

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Apparently, Sumire needed more than just sewing help.

When you entered Yunho’s apartment, there was a first aid kid lying on the dining table and you found Sumire cutely on her bleeding thumb.

‘Poor dear,’ you quickly grabbed a seat beside her to help bandage the prick.

You noticed that she looked like a mummy, with about 7 out of 10 fingers now bandaged up and she had a wrapped up ankle.

You could understand the ‘finger stabs’, which was probably caused by the needles, but you just couldn’t figure out how she twisted/destroyed her ankle.

Having caught looking down at her leg, Sumire replied softly, ‘I slipped on a spool of thread.’

‘Ahh,’ you nodded in understanding.

‘Did you bring your sewing kit?’ She asked and you nodded once more, ‘I broke all my needles.’

‘How can you break so many needles? You’re poking through fabric, not metal!’

‘That’s what Daddy said,’ Sumire sighed, ‘And I spend at least 10 minutes everytime I have to thread though a needle’s eye.’

‘Your eyesight is on par with an old folk’s. You should get your eyes checked sometime soon.’ Yunho appeared with a glass of apple juice for you and you took it from him with a warm smile.

‘That’s so mean, Daddy,’ Sumire pouted angrily up at Yunho, who shot her a nonchalant look and walked off.

‘Where’s the cross stitch?’ You asked and Sumire got up but she screamed in pain, wobbled and fell harshly on her knees.

‘OH GAWD!’ You immediately got up and helped the sobbing Sumire back onto her seat.

You then realised that she had stepped on a couple of broken needles on the floor.

This was going to be such a long night, and you still had Jaejoong’s share of work to be done on top of your own.

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BONUS CORNER (Because you guys wanted to know how Jae and Kimchi act after their ty night, *laughs)

You somehow managed to squirm like a worm to the toilet and hoist yourself onto the toilet bowl to relief yourself while brushing your teeth sitting down.

Despite the seemingly long slumber, you were still feeling sluggish so you squirmed your way back onto your bed and closed your eyes.

You heard footsteps approach the bed and you slightly opened your eyes.

‘Hey, Kimchi,’ Jaejoong slipped under the blanket beside you and you felt his arms snake his way around your waist, bringing you closer to his body.

You blushed and hid your face in your hands when you suddenly recalled him in all his glory.

Jaejoong poked your cheek with a finger to get your attention, ‘What’s with you?’

‘Nothing,’ you lied.

You didn’t want to boost his already huge ego.

‘Umph,’ Jaejoong sounded unbelievably cute and you pouted disappointedly as the warmth of his body was gone when he pulled away from you.

You turned to face him and watched him lie on his side of the bed with his back against you.

‘Jaejoong?’ You asked in a soft voice, ‘Don’t be so petty.’

‘What petty?’ Jaejoong turned to face you.

‘You’re angry with me because I was kinda ignoring you right?’

Jaejoong pouted angrily, ‘I hate it when people ignore me.’

‘I know,’ you reached out to trace the outline of his flawless face, ‘Sorry.’

‘Hmm,’ Jaejoong seemed to have accepted your apology and put his hand over your outreached one.

You couldn’t help but smile.

‘Why are you grinning like an idiot?’ Jaejoong chuckled.

‘Because… you’re here with me now, and it seems like nothing else in the world matters.’ You flushed red once more.

‘Aww,’ Jaejoong cooed, ‘Such sweet words.’

You blushed even harder.

‘Never knew you could be this shy…’ Jaejoong grinned, ‘Makes me want to tease you even more.’

Before you could retaliate, Jaejoong moved closer to you and captured your lips.

‘This must be what heaven on earth feels like,’ you thought dreamily as you felt Jaejoong’s hand tilt your head slightly so he could get a better angle to deepen the heated and passionate kiss.

‘Don't we need to get our lazy asses to work?’ You asked breathlessly when Jaejoong broke the long lip-lock.

‘Told Yunnie that we’re kinda immobile today,’ Jaejoong grinned.

‘Oh Gawd, you're so shameless!’ You pulled the blanket up to hide your embarrassed face.

‘Since we’re totally free today…’ Jaejoong let his words trail off.

‘We’re not doing it again!’ You cried.

‘Who said anything about that!?’ Jaejoong then purred seductively in your ear, ‘Well… since you suggested it…’

‘N-no!’ You spluttered in embarrassment, ‘No. Let’s j-just sleep.’

When you felt Jaejoong’s hand move upwards in your nightshirt, you just decided to give in to his carnal desires. 

Well... yours too. 

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