Mmm…I could get used to this. Only slightly awake and I can still feel every little ache and pain in my muscles that my loving boyfriend was so kind to give me. But then, as I opened my eyes, my alarm clock said it was seven o'clock. Time for MC to get out of bed and get ready for work. The only place where she gets to see her loving boyfriend become her strict boss that she can only pine over from a distance. Hard to believe he lost complete control on me last night.

However, this morning would prove to be different. Instead of Apollo laying against my back, he sat in front of my face, panting away, waiting to go outside and pee. I reached back and felt a body on the other side. Yoosung must have had a rad night with his date and needed the emotional support. But there's no way that'd be Yoosung. Yoosung is never the big spoon when he's upset. If that's the case, then who the hell is in my bed?

"Good morning, princess…"

That deep, gravelly voice only came out of one man. And it sure as hell wasn't Yoosung. I rolled into his chest, burying my face in his shoulder, "Hi."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Of course," I assured, "I always do when I sleep with you. Which begs the question. What are you doing in my house?"

"We slept together last night, MC," Jumin kissed a spot on my neck, making it harder for me to want to get out of bed.

"I know," I squirmed under him, "I was there for that. I meant, why are you still here?"

"MC," Jumin scolded me, "I thought I taught you better. What did I do to deserve such rudeness?"

"I…" I immediately felt like a dick. That wasn't my intention, "No. That's not what I meant."

"Then, what did you mean?" he wondered, already putting my ass through the wringer. I love you, but it's too early for this shit, Jumin.

"Why are you still in my bed?" I rephrased it, "I thought we only did sleepovers at your place."

"Normally, we do," Jumin confirmed, "Although, last night, you asked me to stay with you until you fell asleep."

Sounds right. I always get a bit clingy after sex, "Yeah. I remember that."

"After you fell asleep," he went on, "I didn't want to leave you, so I fell asleep shortly after. I'm sorry. I was a bit self-indulgent last night."

"I'm not upset," I assured, "But I also have a roommate, Jumin. And I'm not talking about Apollo."

"I know," Jumin ran his hand up and down my back, "And Yoosung can't keep a secret to save his life. You can just kick him out, can't you?"

"I'm not that heartless," I giggled, "Jesus, Jumin. He lives here, too."

"MC…?" Speak of the devil. I jumped out of bed and threw my robe on. Yoosung doesn't need to see me completely naked this early in the morning.

"Good job," I whispered, glaring at Jumin, "You woke the baby."

"Sorry." I couldn't be mad at that face for long."

I ran out of my bedroom, shutting my door behind me, "Hey, Yoosung. Good morning."

"Good morning," Yoosung shoved his fist in his eye, "This may sound weird, but were you just talking to someone? I could've sworn I heard a voice in your room."

"Apollo," I thought on my feet, "He came into my room and I was talking to him?"

"Really?" he gave me a look, "This sounded more like a man's voice."

"Sometimes, I give Apollo a voice back," I lied through my teeth, "Do you think you could take him outside for me? I'm already going not be late for work. I don't want to be higher on Jumin's shit list than I already am. Please? Just once around the block?"

"Of course," Yoosung agreed with a smile on his face, "Go ahead and get ready for work, MC. Apollo! Let's go outside!"

Soft scratches on my bedroom door echoed through the hall. Dammit. I forgot I shut him in with Jumin. Slowly, I cracked the door, "Go on, baby. Go outside with Uncle Yoosung."

"We'll be back soon!" Yoosung clipped Apollo's leash on his collar and headed out.

"Nicely handled, MC," Jumin came up behind me, draping his arms over my shoulders, "Very nice. I'm so proud."

"I hate having to lie to Yoosung," I nestled my face in his chest.

"It's alright, princess." It's sweet that he's trying to make me feel better, but I hate to say it's not working, "Look. How much longer do you have until graduation?"

"Graduation is next Sunday."

"Do you remember what else happens?" Jumin spoke softly, "What you and I will finally be able to do?"

I couldn't forget that if I wanted to, "We get to be us."

"That's right," he confirmed, "We only have to hide a little longer. You can tough it out for me, can't you?"

"It's so hard, though," I whined, "I don't want to hide anymore, Jumin."

"MC…"

"I'm sorry," I bit my tongue, "But you should probably get out of here before Yoosung and Apollo come back."

"Alright," Jumin gave me a loving kiss goodbye, "I love you, princess. I'll see you at the office."

"I love you, too." Jumin had a naughty habit of making me smile. I think I'll keep him.

All good things must come to an end. Nights with Jumin would be no different. I watched out the window as Driver Kim pulled up to the front door. And there he goes. Out of my life for the next hour. I miss him already. It's only an hour. I'll be alright. After a hot shower and a little coffee, I'll be right as rain. I'd have to get coffee on the way to the office, though. If I have time to make myself look halfway decent, I'll be amazed.

"MC!" Yoosung called from the front door while I leaned over the kitchen bar, "Oh, there you are."

"Thanks, Yoosung," I smiled a bit, "I appreciate it."

"No problem," he gave me a half-assed salute, "Happy to do it. Apollo's my buddy. Isn't that right?"

Apollo looked up at Yoosung like he was his entire world. Then again, Apollo's a friendly dog. He gives everyone that look. Unless it's Jumin. Although, I pray for the day when those two get along. I gave my big, special boy his due belly rub, "He might be your buddy, but he's my baby."

"Hey, MC?" Yoosung wondered, "Are you coming home right after work?"

"No," I shook my head, "I'm going straight to school. Why?"

"Just curious," he took a seat on the couch, "And after school? Are you going to your boyfriend's house again?"

"No," I promised, taking a seat next to him, "I'm staying home tonight. It'll be just us tonight. Unless you're bringing your lady friend back here."

"Not yet," Yoosung blushed a bit, "It's too early for that."

"Relax, sweetie," I settled him, "I'm just giving you shit. I'm going to go get ready for work. Can you two handle being by yourselves for a while?"

"I think we got it covered," he promised, letting Apollo up on the couch, "Besides, I'm sure there's a match about to start anyway."

"Or," I suggested, getting up from the couch, "Maybe since you have a presentation to give later today, you could be preparing for that."

"I'm good," Yoosung beamed, "I know our project like the back of my hand! I could probably give it to a real boardroom and get investors for it."

"Yoosung," I let out a heavy sigh. Poor, sweet, naïve Yoosung, "Coming from someone who has given a presentation to a real boardroom, it's not exactly easy. It's nerve racking. Especially when you're in a room full of people expecting you to fail."

"Did you mean every time I walk into a room…?" he mumbled to himself.

"Hey," I wasn't leaving him like that. What kind of heartless bitch would do such a thing? I wrapped my arms around this angel's waist, "No, no. Yoosung, we've been over this. I'm merely speaking from experience. The only reason everyone was expecting me to fail was because I was in a room full of traditionalist and possibly a hint sexist assholes that didn't think an intern was good enough to spearhead a project. Clearly, they hadn't met me."

"Because you're wonderful, MC!" Yoosung praised, "You really are!"

"Thank you," I melted inside, "But can I tell you how I got through it?"

"How?"

"One person in that boardroom believed in me," I remembered, "And that one person would occasionally shut some of those pricks down. When I wouldn't beat him to the punch anyway."

"And who was that?" Yoosung asked, "Jaehee?"

"Jumin," I corrected him, "He knew I could work that boardroom like nobody's business because I had a certain passion for the project. I had that kind of spark."

"Not to mention," he teased, "You sometimes have a mouth on you, MC."

"I have my moments," I giggled, knowing how much trouble my mouth can get me in…Sorry, Jumin, "But that's beside the point. I know we'll do well on this project. Even if we bomb the presentation, I'm sure we can still get at least a B with the information we have."

"So," Yoosung thought, "In a way, you're my Jumin?"

Images from last night flashed through my brain. Along with some of the ones from the Russia trip. I did all I could to keep myself from laughing hysterically while simultaneously cringing, "I don't think so, Yoosung. In the way that I believe in us? Yes. I'll be your Jumin."

But in the way of me strapping a collar around your neck and throwing you in some nice, lacy, white lingerie for the sake of sexual satisfaction, HELL no. I know for a fact that Yoosung is a DEFINITE submissive (Takes one to know one.), but I couldn't do that to him. It'd be too weird. Besides, I got a boyfriend that takes care of that. Yoosung's too sweet for me. I need someone that'll push back and put me in my place once in a while. Or, to put it simply, a Jumin.

"Thanks, MC," Yoosung hugged me tight, "I needed the pep talk."

"You're welcome!" I ran back into my bedroom and started getting ready for work. It was then I noticed a set of clothes were already laid out on the bed. A black pencil skirt that may have been a little tight on me in some places, but it still fit. A bright, stark white, short sleeved blouse that had one of the top buttons coming loose. And my choker laid on the nightstand. This is why I can't leave him unattended in my bedroom anymore. What kind of high-class porn does he plan on putting me in?

Regardless, I burned my flesh off in the shower, so I could start anew. Kind of like a snake shedding its skin. Then, after making myself somewhat presentable, I hightailed my ass to work. I wonder if I asked Jumin nicely if I could get Driver Kim to come pick me up for work. Probably, but I don't need to put Driver Kim out like that. I'm a big girl. I got two usable feet and it's not very far from my apartment to C&R. I'll be fine. I needed to stop off for coffee anyway.

The coffee shop was halfway between my place and C&R. Every once in a while when I'd take Apollo for his morning walk, we'd go in there together. None of the staff minded. They knew Apollo wasn't going to cause a scene. He's a good boy. And because I'd be walking into this coffee shop unattended, I'm getting the extra shot of espresso. A good, dirty chai latte would hit the spot right now.

"Excuse me," a man in line behind me tapped on my shoulder, "Aren't you Jumin's girlfriend?"

My heart stopped. Shit…Only two people aside from my parents knew about Jumin and me being together. That didn't sound like V or Seven. I took a slow breath and turned around. Oh…It's Jumin's favorite whipping post, "Yeah. It's Zen, right?"

"That's right," he turned his charm on. I knew guys like this. They're a dime a dozen and they're all the same. Not my thing. Thought it was at one time, but come to find out, they're all dicks. That's why I delight in being slightly petty to this one. Jumin and I were on the same page with that, "So, what brings you here this fine morning?"

"My coffee pot shit out on me months ago and I have yet to replace it," I told him, "And I don't drink energy drinks anymore, but I'll be damned if I have my coffee taken away from me."

"Oh…" Zen stood by awkwardly, not sure how to feel about me. I don't think he did when we first met either, "I got auditions all morning. Green tea is good for that. You should get some, too."

"No, thanks," I shot him down, "I'm already running late for work and green tea isn't exactly my poison of choice."

But I'd be lying if I said a good, iced green tea wasn't nice when the weather was warm and I was coming back from Jumin's. Zen took my hands, "But you have such nice, soft, pretty skin. You want to take care of it, don't you?"

"I do," I pulled my hands away, "But I don't think that's really any of your business."

"Now, I see it," he scoffed, "How you and Jumin are so right for each other. You're a pretty face. Probably pretty smart, if you landed someone like Jumin. But you're not much else. Nothing ruins a pretty face quite like an ugly heart…"

"Can I get a dirty chai latte?" I ordered, "And as soon as humanly possible please?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"You're ignoring me," Zen pointed out, "Because you know I'm right."

"Or because I'm not leaving Jumin to run into your arms," I countered, "And it eats you up inside like your insecurities. It's really not you. It's me. Like…I have a boyfriend. Who I love very much. And I'm sorry that it's not you."

"Look, princess…"

"You don't get to call me that," I stopped him, taking my latte off the counter.

"You think awfully highly of yourself, don't you?" Zen snarled, "You'd be lucky to have someone like me."

"I don't have room in my life for another narcissist," I backed off, "And I don't think you do either."

There's something I wish I didn't have this morning. I have better shit to do than get into arguments with Zen. But just as I got to the coffee shop's door, he called out to me, "You're just another gold digger, but Jumin's too damn blind to see it."

He wanted to cut me deep, didn't he? Well…I hate to say it, but he succeeded, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Zen stood his ground.

"Now, I get it," I figured it out, "You're jealous of me."

"What?" he gave me a look, "Jealous? No. Why would I be jealous?"

"Because," I explained, "Jumin has a beautiful girlfriend, a successful business, and the whole world on a silver platter. Not to mention, he's also incredibly good-looking. And that pisses you off because you work your ass off to maybe get an inch ahead. All while Jumin just has to sneeze and something wonderful happens. Or maybe that's not it at all. Maybe it's that you're jealous of me. And that I have Jumin, but you don't. So you say something that will hurt my feelings in hopes of making yourself feel better, but it only makes you feel worse. You're a sad little man, but I forgive you."

"What…?" Zen's eyes glazed over completely. Good. Just what I was looking for. Enough to confuse the shit out of him, so he'll shut up. In his stunned position, I managed to slip out. Still pissed me off that he called me a gold digger when I've said multiple times how I get uncomfortable when Jumin spoils me terribly. But I've learned to accept it.

All that unpleasantness aside, I headed straight for the C&R building, making sure to take a little bit of an alternate route in case someone wanted to follow. Back to the familiarity. To the bundle of salt at the reception desk to the delightful elevator attendant to my favorite overworked assistant already jumping into her work for the day at her desk. Poor Jaehee. She deserves better.

"Morning, boss," I took my usual seat next to her.

"Hello, MC," Jaehee greeted me with a sweet smile like every other morning, "How are you doing today?"

"I've been better," I admitted, "But I've also been worse."

"How's your uncle doing?" she asked, "Is everything going to be ok?"

"I think so," I nodded, "He's accepting help, so that's a step in the right direction."

"That's good to hear," Jaehee slid down in her chair a little, "I was worried things wouldn't have worked out and I'd be out my intern for another few days. Although, you haven't missed much. It's been relatively quiet around here."

"Really?" I wondered, "Is Mr. Chairman gone already?"

"No," she shook her head, "He's in his office right now. Mr. Han was gone for a while, though. He had gone to Russia for a few days."

"Lucky him," I swooned, "I'd love to go to Russia."

Or back to Russia as the case may be, "Mr. Han did say it was nice there. I talked to him briefly the other day. I think he's supposed to be back today."

"He's not now?"

"He hasn't come in yet," Jaehee reported, "Or he has and I haven't heard from him. Highly unlikely, though."

"Assistant Kang…"

Without hesitation, Jaehee sat straight up. The same way Apollo does when I ask him if he wants bacon. It's cute, really, "Yes, sir?"

"Relax," Jumin insisted, a little sadistic smile on his face, "I just like doing that once in a while. Good morning, MC."

"Good morning, Mr. Han," I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep myself from smiling back. Merely a friendly greeting. Nothing more. Nothing less. I didn't see this man come unglued last night in my bed. Not at all.

"You seem a little disheveled," he looked me over, "Is everything alright?"

"Eventful morning, sir," I explained, "I'm sorry."

"What happened?" Jumin Han, you son of a bitch. You think you're so funny making me squirm like this, don't you? You really are a sadist.

"Well," I fought back, "My boyfriend accidentally stayed over last night and he's nowhere near ready to meet my roommate yet, so I had to sneak him out this morning. Then, I got into a minor altercation at the coffee shop on the way to work. It's been a day already."

"I'm sorry that happened," he worried, "I hope you're alright."

"I'm fine," I assured, "Although, I think the other guy walked away with a bruised ego. Fine by me."

"Alright then," Jumin let us go, "Get to work. And Assistant Kang?"

"Yes, sir?" Jaehee perked up.

"I need a copy of the real estate listings in St. Petersburg," he requested, "As soon as possible would be nice."

"St. Petersburg?" she wondered, "I don't think you're talking about Florida, are you, Mr. Han?"

"No," Jumin confirmed, "Russia. Quickly, please."

"Yes, sir."

"And MC?"

"Yes, Mr. Han?" I waited patiently for my orders.

"I need you to get a fruit basket to Victor Nikiforov," he demanded, "If that's alright. And I'll leave the note up to you."

"Hold on," Jaehee wondered, "The figure skater Victor Nikiforov?"

"We met while I was in St. Petersburg," Jumin filled her in, "He's a nice man with a very pretty dog. You can do that for me, can't you, MC?'

"Right away, sir," I obliged.

"Good girl." He really is trying to get under my skin today, isn't he?

I watched him walk away out of the corner of my eye as discreet as I could. Jumin Han, you little slut. If you're looking for office sex today, sir, you might just get it. Depends on what kind of mood I'm in after I send Victor his fruit basket. I should write a nice note for him. He was sweet. Makkachin, too. And I'm sure his fiancé's a delight, too. It's unfortunate we didn't get to meet, but we all had places to be.

"MC," Jaehee asked, "Did you really have to sneak Jin out this morning?"

"It was an accident," I elaborated, "Jin came over last night and we were all cuddled up in my bed. Next thing I knew, I woke up this morning with Apollo on one side and Jin on the other."

And it was totally worth it.

A/N: Hi, friends! Hi, other friends! Seven, who let you out of your corner? Saeran. We'll have words later. But I thought a little casual heart attack to begin this story would be a good time. Plus, MC ripping Zen a new one. And a little vice versa. Could you imagine if Yoosung walked in on Jumin and MC last night? Poor thing would be scarred for life. I know. It'd be a mess. But he doesn't deserve that. Coming close is plenty. I'm sure someone was coming close last night. Real nice, Seven. I don't have anything in my near proximity to rimshot. Badtumtss…Thank you, sweetie. Always nice to have you here. Now, if it's alright with you, I got some plastic welding to do. Playing with the 3D pen, are we? Yeah. I'm in the mood to add to the callouses on my fingers already. You could wear gloves, Lumi. I know, but what can I say? Sucker for pain. You know, I got a friend of mine I could introduce you to. He's into that sort of thing. Pretty sure MC would kick my ass for that. Dammit. You saw right through me, didn't you? But there's going to be something fun next chapter for MC to do. Not just her day job where Jumin asked her to send Victor something nice. Ooh…Do tell. Is it office sex? Because something tells me it's office sex. It's not office sex. But someone you know is going to be in next chapter. Yay! Wait…That doesn't narrow it down. I know everyone in this story! Well, that's the only hint I'm giving you. See you next chapter! xx