I sit in class with my phone in my lap. It's been buzzing a lot in my bag today but I couldn't let it go unnoticed. When the teacher turns around or gets distracted by someone, I check to see what I'm being told. I've written down in my little planner all the things I've been told but Namjoon texted me and when he does that, usually that means something important has come up and I need to stay at HQ later.

Come to my office quickly today.

Why wouldn't I? That's part of my job...Does he have something important for me? Or did something serious happen that he needs me to know ASAP and it's too risky to text?

I can't focus on my classes for the rest of the day, too busy analyzing what Namjoon might mean. I've decided that it's either something serious or I need to meet someone new. But who else could I meet? It seems like the day I met the other guys, that was when I met the rest of the important people. So, it's probably something serious. Do I need to go out and do a mission like thing? That would be really scary, I could get hurt. But Namjoon did also promise that I won't be hurt doing this job, so...

The bell rings and I depart from school grounds as fast as humanly possible without looking suspicious. I'm not one to be in a rush, so if someone were to see me running or scurrying, they would for sure be confused. Only a few people have actually asked if I'm okay, related to Dasan. When word got out he took his life through drugs because he was caught for selling them, they first took pity and then realized they felt sorry for someone who's family had ties to Bangtan...If only they knew they aren't that bad. I mean, they've been kind and respectful to me. I try to forget the fact that they do illegal business and are killers when it comes to that, but that's part of their job. I must sound crazy, but they're good people deep down. I'll even admit, as much resentment I hold for Namjoon and having a hand in the death of my brother, he is a good person on his own. He never threatens me and makes sure that I'm okay and safe. I respect him for such concerns.

When I get to HQ and hurry to his office and rap on the door. "Come in," he voice chimes. He sounds oddly upbeat today, maybe I had it all wrong, that it's not something bad, but instead something good. Did they make a lot of money and he wants to share the joyous occasion with me?

"You texted me to come quickly, is everything okay?" I ask, bowing like I usually.

"Hyemi," he says, walking over. I look up. "Stop being so formal with me. I may be the Boss of Bangtan, but that doesn't mean you need to act like I'm an elder or anything. Just act like I'm a friend, call me Namjoon and stop bowing so much."

For someone who's a boss of a gang, he's oddly relaxed about honorifics here and how people close to him treat him. I would expect him to be very uptight about keeping his title and name sacred.

"Now," he start again. "How have you been? I haven't checked in with you on your personal life recently."

"Oh...Um, good?" I say, surprised.

"That's good, how has school been? Studying hard?"

"Yes, I have been. It's been alright."

"Good to hear."

"Is this all you have for me?" I ask, honestly quite confused. He made his message seem like there was something pressing that I be told.

"No, I was wondering if you'd like dinner or a gift?"

"What?" I ask, very baffled and taken a back.

"Your reward, or payment rather, for working here. It's part of the deal, remember?" He raises and eyebrow. I actually forgot there was bribery involved in this. I think it over for a moment.

"Gift?" Dinner seems too formal and a bit awkward between us.

Namjoon smiles and reaches behind his desk and open a drawer. There's a moment while he rummages around, feeling around for whatever it is. I wait, patient, wondering what kind of gift a gang boss would give his secretary? His eyes light up and he goes, "aha!" His hand comes up with a small box in it. I look at him with a confused and intrigued look. It has a crown emblum on it and looks very regal and high end. He holds it to face me and opens the top.

"Is..." I gasp. "A-A Rolex?"

"Pearlmaster Thirty Nine. Thirty Nine millmeters. Everose gold and diamonds all around the face," he recites the specks. He beckons me to come closer while puts it on my wrist. It's a light pink and shiny, metallic and all around beautiful. It looks expensive though, I note while he fastens it to my size gentle touching my skin.

"I can't have this," I say flat out.

"Why?" Namjoon asks, perplexed by my rejection.

"You stole it. I don't want to get in trouble for having it."

He actually bursts out into laughter. His laugh jingles and for a moment, he seems genuinely attractive and not like a gang leader. His smile is also very cute and I note that too. "I didn't steal this. I'm rich, why would I need to?"

"You're rich because you're a criminal."

He nods, "That may be true, but I live nicely. I have a mansion and everything."

I give him a look for bragging.

"You should come check it out, it's very luxury and modern."

"Pervert," is what I respond with.

"At least say thank you," he says, pretending to be hurt. He's not denying the pervert comment...

"Thank you," I smile, and genuinely mean it. I guess I just have to trust that he's telling the truth about everything. I look down at the golden pink and beautiful watch. It looks precious and perfect down to the last detail, as if it were designed for me. It compliments me too, even though pink isn't exactly my color.

"Is it comfortable?" Namjoon asks and I nod, still looking at it with adoration. "Good. I hope you like it."

"I do," I say softly.

"Maybe I'll treat you to dinner some other time? It's not like this will be your only reward from me."

I look up and smile softly again, "Yeah, sure."