My boss is the Devil

– Listen, couldn’t you take something else? - a dark-haired guy sitting on the sofa asked, opening a glass bottle and pouring beer into a mug. - Yoongi, what don’t you like about it? I stood in line for more than ten minutes and then walked. Damn it, it’s impossible to get to you by public transport, - the brown-haired man was indignant, straightening his bangs with one hand. Noticing the cup being offered, he smiled and, taking it, drank the liquid. — I don’t know, I always have time by car. I recommend you buy it too, Taehyung. If you want, I can help you choose. – Yes, of course, you just have time for this, - Taehyung snorted, sitting more comfortably on the sofa. — By the way, how did you go to your parents yesterday? Yoongi sighed heavily and, putting down his beer, replied: – I was at work. Taehyung widened his eyes in surprise: –Day off, Yoongi. What job?! - Who cares? That idiot Park Jimin doesn’t care, - the guy took his drink and crossed his legs. Taehyung, clicking his tongue, shook his head: – I just don’t have words. Have you been in the office for a long time? – I arrived at twelve, and was there until seven in the evening, - Yoongi took a sip of beer and continued, noticing his friend’s surprised look. — I suffered from bullshit , they made a card index of his brilliant thoughts. He decided to write down his ideas so as not to forget anything, - Yoongi chuckled. - What an idiot, of course, as usual, you two were together. He loves to load you up. And how did we manage to get to him in the first place? - Taehyung, you know that Play Park Group is a prestigious company, and the salary there is appropriate. But how infuriating this bastard is! - Yoongi combed his hair back and heard his phone vibrate. Taking it out of his pocket, the guy couldn’t help but laugh nervously. – Holy shit, this freak feels like he’s being discussed, - showing an incoming call from his boss, Yoongi rolled his eyes. - Do not answer! No conscience at all. Sunday, damn it, what does he want?! - Fuck him! - Yoongi locked the screen and put the phone aside. - So what did you say? Who did you meet at the club? Taehyung’s eyes lit up: – I picked up such a handsome guy, his name is Jungkook. Yoongiiii... I'll tell you this now... - Taehyung had just tuned in when Yoongi's smartphone rang again. - He again! How infuriating! You know, I would have pulled him in! - Yoongi clenched his cheekbones, turning off the sound. — Have you thought about changing jobs? - I thought, but do you see this beauty? - the guy spread his arms to the sides, showing off his apartment. – I still need to pay the last installment for it. Six months of work for this... - Yoongi licked his upper teeth, trying to find the right word. – In short, another six months and I’m free, - the phone rang for the third time. - Crap! I'll have to answer, he won't calm down... Taehyung, snatching the phone from his friend’s hands, said: – I’ll send him far and wide right now! - Calm down, you work for him too. What for these problems, let’s find an alternative and take revenge on him for everything,” taking a deep breath, Yoongi took the phone and accepted the call. “Yes, Mister Park, I’m listening to you,” Yoongi turned on the speakerphone, trying to speak as calmly as possible. - What are you doing?! Are you relaxing?! - they were indignant on the phone. - What are you... - grinning, Yoongi continued: - I’m waiting for you to call... - So why the hell did he answer only the third time?! The guy looked at Taehyung and clearly read the message on his lips: – Fuck you! - Yoongi smiled. - Who is that with you? You are not alone? - Jimin asked irritably. Taehyung swallowed. - One! Who else should I be with?! What issue did you call about? - Squeezing his cheekbones, Yoongi tried to restrain himself. - I'm waiting for you in the office. Lots of work you haven't done yet! I give you forty minutes to be here! - Are you kidding me?! I already drank beer, I can’t drive, sorry, - Yoongi was pleased with himself, he seemed to have refused. Of course he won't drive drunk. No problem, I’ll pick you up, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes! Get ready! - Raising his tone, Jimin dropped the call. - What the hell?! Is he even crazy?! - Taehyung jumped up from his seat in complete shock. “He’ll be here soon, I need to get out.” – What a freak... - Yoongi hissed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. - Okay... I'm going to get ready, Taehyung, but for now you calm down and get ready to go out. Its fifteen minutes is at least half an hour. We have time,” rising from his seat, Yoongi slowly headed to his room to get ready. Taehyung, having cleared the beer and snacks from the table, sat in the hallway, waiting for his friend. Crossing his legs, he, smiling contentedly, corresponded with the same handsome guy from the club. The doorbell rang made the guy twitch and jump out of his seat. He hesitantly looked through the peephole and, seeing the wounded up boss on the landing, turned pale. Stepping back, he quickly rushed to Yoongi's room. Another call rang. - He is there! - switching to a whisper, Taehyung continued: - What the hell?! How does he know where you live? Yoongi, throwing on his jacket, put his hand on his friend’s shoulder: – He knows everything, Taehyung, - the guy clenched his cheekbones when he heard the doorbell ring again. His phone vibrated. Yoongi rolled his eyes and replied, – Don’t break the button!. I’m already on my way, - without listening to further indignation, the guy dropped the call and looked at his dumbfounded friend. - What should I do? How can I leave without him seeing me? - Keep a spare key. We’ll leave, and I’ll write to you, - sighing heavily, Yoongi pursed his lips, heading out. Opening the door, he noticed a dark-haired guy, his hair was, as always, damn perfect. A white shirt and tight black trousers perfectly emphasized her figure. He crossed his arms over his chest, pushed off from the wall he was propping up and, approaching, said irritably: – Why is it taking so long?! - Have you seen the time?! We are late! — It’s only noon, it’s a day off, where are you in such a hurry? - ignoring the indignation, Yoongi asked indifferently, moving towards the stairs. Jimin, hiding his hands in his pockets, arched an eyebrow: – Work! Or do you want to fly out?! Yoongi, squeezing his cheekbones, replied: – No way. - That’s great, sit down! - Grinning contentedly, Jimin walked up to his white Porsche and, slamming the door, started the engine without waiting for Yoongi. He quickly sent an SMS to Taehyung, locked the phone and fastened his seat belt. It was impossible to hide from the prying eyes of his boss the fact that Yoongi was typing to someone. - Who are you writing to? Are you at work! Or have you already found yourself some kind of passion?! Yoongi, putting on a smile, said: – I don’t have time for this, and why do you care? - He chuckled and turned to the window. Jimin, squeezing his cheekbones, replied: – My employees must report everything! I must know! You are my assistant, if you haven't forgotten! – I value my position,- Yoongi said, trying to control himself. Oh, how he would have punched that asshole. It’s so infuriating that it gets worse, but Yoongi is a smart man, emotions never get the better of him. The guy always knows the line. And even when the reason for his sin sits nearby, which he would gladly take on his soul, Yoongi holds on. Pretending that he was interested in watching passers-by, he was silent the whole way. Jimin glared at his subordinate and provoked him at times, but in response he received only a quiet “of course” or an infuriating “uh-huh.” Arriving at the office, the guys left the car and, rising from the parking lot, went to their offices. Sunday, as expected, no one is at work. Everyone is either relaxing at home or relaxing somewhere with a group. And Yoongi, as always, works overtime. Pushing his chair aside, the guy took out several folders from the shelf and, turning on his computer, made himself comfortable, moving closer to the table. He began to transfer codes for games into the database. Jimin sat in his office all this time, which couldn’t help but rejoice. Having done almost everything, Yoongi looked at his watch. “We need to go buy something, lunch, damn it.” - getting up from his seat, the guy quickly went to the nearest coffee shop and, having eaten a late lunch, returned to the office. To his great surprise, he found an angry Puck at his workplace. -Where have you been? - I went to lunch. - Are you kidding me?! I brought you here to eat you?! – So it’s lunch, I didn’t eat anything, - Yoongi justified himself. Jimin, rising from his chair, snorted: – So you couldn’t offer it to me?! Work! Once again I see that you are not here, I will arrange this for you! Yoongi, squeezing his cheekbones, nodded: – Of course, Mr. Park, - looking at the boss and closing his eyes from the loud slam of the door, the guy sat down at his workplace. – Maybe I should take him lunch? So angry because he's hungry? Okay, - Yoongi, without thinking any more, ran to the cafe and, quickly returning, knocked on the boss’s door. - Come in! – Mr. Park, eat, it’s already time for dinner, and you haven’t had lunch, - Yoongi said, entering the office and heading towards the boss. Jimin's face changed for a moment as he saw Yoongi push his packed lunch towards him and put down a large glass of coffee. – Please, - placing the receipt with the cost of food on top, Yoongi extended his palm to the boss. - Thank you! - Jimin muttered through his teeth, took out the money and gave it to Yoongi. He nodded and wanted to leave the office, but, stopping at the door, added: – There’s also a separate fee for coffee, but I don’t remember where I put the check. I’ll find it and definitely bring it, - smiling contentedly, the guy went to his room. Yoongi leaned back comfortably in his chair and closed his eyes. This isn't the first weekend he's spent with Park Jimin. Each time the presence of this bastard increased the dose of hatred inside the guy. But he was reassured by the fact that he didn’t have much time left. Hold on for another six months, and he’ll be as free as a bird. Usually on weekends, the boss deliberately burdens him with stupid work and leaves his subordinate to figure it out alone, while he himself practically does not leave his office. Yoongi always wondered why Jimin went to the office with him if he didn’t do anything anyway. - All these statements need to be entered into the program! Add changes and improve the background! - Throwing a huge stack of documents onto Yoongi’s desk, Jimin pulled him out of his thoughts. - What? Today? But it’s almost five o’clock... When will I do this? – Calm down, Yoongi, I’m not in a hurry, - the boss chuckled and sat down at his workplace to the left of Yoongi. Putting his feet up on the table, he pushed back his chair comfortably and took out his phone. Yoongi clenched his teeth to such an extent that it seemed like his jaw would just lock. He glared at his boss with hatred, imagining how he would smack him like hell with this stack of nauseating documents. – Don’t look at me, work, Yoongi, work! - Jimin grinned without looking up, he, without hiding, was simply stuck in a game of telephone. Yoongi inhaled noisily through his nose and, closing his eyes, quietly released the air. After a few minutes of silence, the guy opened his eyes and turned to the monitor, carrying out the assignment. Ignoring Jimin's giggles and delight as he completed new levels, Yoongi worked hard. Three hours on the computer and everything was done. He finally exhaled with relief and, moving his chair away from the table, looked at his boss. - Ready. Can I be free? Jimin, putting the phone in his pocket, looked at Yoongi: – What? Have you done it yet? So fast? - Rising from his seat, Puck glanced at the monitor. - Oh, indeed, only this is an old version. We need to redo it, now I’ll bring other drawings. Yoongi widened his eyes and, unable to restrain himself, rose from his seat: – Are you kidding me?! What does it mean to remake? Couldn't you have said it before?! Why did I kill three hours for this?! – Calm down, you still have the whole night ahead, - Jimin winked at the guy and went into his office. Before Yoongi even had time to come to his senses, the boss returned with a new stack of papers. – Get busy! Yoongi pulled himself together and, holding back a burst of anger, got to work. For an hour and a half, Jimin stood over his soul. He hovered back and forth around the office, humming some kind of melody, or simply asking Yoongi with stupid questions. When the work was almost ready, Yoongi, rubbing the bridge of his nose, called his boss: – Look, is everything okay? Jimin, throwing on his coat, replied: – I don’t have time, I’m in a hurry, I’ll check tomorrow, - Yoongi, unable to contain his emotions, loudly slammed his fist on the table. Jimin, who was standing at the door, twitched. – The mosquito sat on the table... - Yoongi answered, looking at one point and clenched his cheekbones. – I see, okay, bye-bye, - Jimin chorused and left the office. As soon as the door slammed, Yoongi whined, holding his head: – How did you get me! I spent the entire weekend at work without really getting anything done!! - Having come to his senses a little, the guy looked at his watch. - Ten! Ten pm. Great, Yoongi, by the time you get home, you don’t have to change clothes, you still have to go to work tomorrow... Fucking hell! - and then the guy remembered that he had come to work with his boss, his car was beautifully parked in the garage near the house. Exhaling heavily, he called the taxi service with the hope that he would quickly get there and, after taking a shower, bury himself in bed. Much to his disappointment, all the taxis were occupied and would be free in about two hours. - Are they kidding me?! - Squeezing the phone, Yoongi jumped up, turned off the computer, got dressed and left the office. The guard sitting below looked at him in surprise, and he, completely ignoring him, headed home. It’s already dark outside, the road to the guy’s apartment, if you walk and take shortcuts, will take about an hour and a half. Boy was glad that at least the weather was good. The noisy city gradually calmed down, there were fewer cars, and the eyes got used to the sharp and bright glow of advertising signs. Yoongi took off his jacket and, throwing it over his shoulder, moved towards the bridge. He took out his phone to check the time, but as luck would have it, it ran out of charge, and the guy saw only the beautiful farewell of the smartphone. - Fuck! Screw it all to hell! - Yoongi exclaimed and squeezed the device tightly in his hand. It’s another ten minutes to get to the bridge, and after that it’s a little more than forty minutes to go home. Yesterday there was good rain, the air was still humid, but the warm wind gently blew the guy’s dark wavy hair. The mood to kill never left Yoongi. The whole weekend is down the drain. Tomorrow is Monday - a killer day, marking the beginning of a new work week. But what's the difference? His week is endless, there are simply no days off. The cars picked up speed, driving off the bridge. Yoongi moved along the side of the road, gradually rising. He carefully avoided the puddles that had not yet dried up. But what about without the crazy drivers who are in a hurry to demolish everything and everyone? Having rushed next to the guy, the car jumped into a huge puddle, emptying it. All the water was on Yoongi's light trousers. - Your... Creature! What the hell?! Are you kidding?! Where are you going?! - the guy’s indignation knew no bounds. Climbing onto the bridge, he shouted with all his might: – Ahhh! Damn day!! Damn Park Jimin!! Freak! Devil!! - Yoongi’s heartbreaking scream drowned out the noise of traffic. – I hate it!! - Out of anger, he threw his jacket from the bridge and rested against the fence, breathing heavily. After standing like this for some time, the guy moved home. He could only calm himself down by reasoning that he would soon quit and go away for nothing. - Another half a year, Yoongi, just a little more, six months is just one hundred and eighty days... How many hours is that? - Plunging into thoughts, the guy got distracted and did not notice the path he had taken. - Nooo!! I can't stand it... It's another hundred and eighty days with this asshole!! Why do I need this?! - Yoongi could not restrain his emotions, he again screamed at the top of his lungs: - Asshole!!! Aaaaah!! Bitch ! - Young man, have a conscience! Have you seen the time?! People are sleeping! - an old woman passing by with two bags in her hands was indignant. But Yoongi’s criticism and teachings were completely out of place now. And he, having heard the attacks directed at himself, only became more wound up: – Why are you standing here and warming your ears?! - Rude! I'll call the police now! - the woman was aggressive. It seems like she was specifically waiting for the guy to finish him off. - Yes, it’s better to go to prison than with this Park Jimin! Ahhh! How infuriating!! - Quiet! What are you allowing yourself?! Yoongi clenched his cheekbones and, with a furious look, moved towards the old woman: “Come here, I’ll hit you now!” To make sure they get jailed!! - Maniac!! - the woman exclaimed, running into the alley and clutching the bags to herself. - He is! How tired of you I am !! - he shouted after. Taking a breath, Yoongi continued a little more quietly: – I’ll come home and drink tea, or better yet, valerian... Although you can wash down the valerian with mint tea. Exactly! I will do so! *** – Are you even listening to what I’m telling you? - Taehyung grimaced and looked at his friend while he yawned, stretching his neck. Moving his chair closer to Yoongi, Taehyung continued: – You look terrible. So rumpled and swollen... Didn't you go home? - Do you still want to mock? - Glancing at his friend, the guy leaned back in his chair, exhaling heavily. — I went home, had time to take a shower and change clothes. Taehyung just pursed his lips and shook his head. The door opened and the boss entered the office. As always, with perfect hair, in a snow-white shirt unbuttoned with the top two buttons, black trousers that fit a beautiful figure, and shoes polished to a shine. The satisfied smile on Jimin’s face was instantly replaced by indignation as soon as he saw Taehyung next to Yoongi. - Taehyung, why are you sitting here? No job?! - Stopping at the table, he raised an eyebrow. – So I’m working with Yoongi on a layout for a new game, - the guy quickly justified himself. Looking at Yoongi, the boss, biting his cheek, continued: – Can’t you work with others?! Yoongi is busy! - Hearing his name, the guy just chuckled. Approaching the door leading to his office, Jimin stopped. - Follow me, Yoongi! – I’ve already done everything, - closing his eyes, he didn’t even move from his place. Jimin, grinning, continued: – Your did what was for yesterday, but didn’t even start what was for today! You have fifteen minutes, and bring me coffee! - Jimin slammed the door and left. – Bastard... Yoongi hissed. - I won’t even move, fuck him! Yoongi, calm down, I’ll help you figure it out, – Taehyung put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. He didn’t even have time to exhale when a cry came from the director’s office: – Yoongi, coffee! The guy stood up, squeezing his cheekbones. Approaching the coffee machine, he waited for the drink to be prepared. Anger took over and, sweetening his coffee, Yoongi was very generous: – Half a cup of sugar, I hope your ass sticks together, or you’ll just kick back from an overdose, - having thoroughly mixed the Americano, Yoongi took the flash drive with yesterday’s project with him and went into the boss’s office. - So fast? - Jimin chuckled and crossed his legs. The subordinate silently put the cup on the table and placed the flash drive next to it. - What is this? - Your instructions from yesterday, check if everything is okay. “It’s not urgent, it’ll wait, I’ll see later,” Jimin took the drink, sipping it. Yoongi chuckled. - Mmm, very tasty, now you will always make me coffee. Why didn't I ask you about this before? Yoongi clenched his fists: – I don’t even know... I’ll go! – Wait, there are cookies there, give me some! - The boss asked, pointing his finger. The guy, putting on a smile, fulfilled the request and turned to the exit again. – Stop, - he stopped and looked at Jimin. He pursed his lips and pushed the plate away. - I don't eat raisins. Take it out of the cookies. - I'm sorry, what? – I say, pick out the raisins, I don’t like them. — Why then did you buy cookies with raisins if you don’t eat them? - Yoongi walked up to the table and, playing with his nodules, fulfilled the order. – They’re delicious, just extra raisins, - Park smiled brightly while enjoying the sweets and coffee. This infuriated the guy even more. - Thank you, go to work! - Rocking in the chair, Jimin did not take his eyes off his subordinate. Yoongi, inhaling noisily, nodded and, leaving the office, loudly slammed the door. All the workers looked at the guy: – Draft! - Putting on a smile and just as quickly replacing it with anger, he sat down in his chair. Taehyung moved closer to his friend: – Listen, I can’t look at this anymore. We have to do something, Yoongi! - What? What can I do? He is the boss, and I am his assistant. I am simply obliged to carry out all his instructions. I can’t send him or refuse him! - the guy folded his hands on the table, lowering his head. Taehyung scratched the back of his head and said a little more quietly: – If you can’t refuse him, then make sure he doesn’t ask you for anything else! Yoongi raised his head sharply and turned a sly glance at his friend: – Taehyung, you’re a genius! Why didn't I think of this before? - he just watched the grin of his friend, who, darting his eyes, was silent for several minutes and finally said: - I will create my own game and make him the main character. He won't stand a chance! - Running his tongue over his upper teeth, Yoongi smiled sarcastically.