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If you'd still love Jimin without abs, reblog this.

I wanna see how many actually love this baby for him…not just his chocolate. 

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Chatty disaster

Title: Chatty Disaster

Summary: be careful with whom you work.

Comment: it was my project. The task was to recreate 4 main human temperaments. This was the result.

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Peaceful evening. Couple of middle aged people was having a nice dinner in a restaurant.

'You know, honey, it's for better. They have lost their best worker. One and only.'

'It’s funny how only you get this’. answered man and sipped a bit of red wine with a satisfied grin. The reason why he was fired? As Simon nicely put it: he could not control his temper.

However, someone else had other opinion on that matter. He had scarcely put his glass on table when the telephone rang. The man grabbed his phone out of habit, however sign of not so pleased wife stopped him. This long awaited evening was for them and not for someone else. He tried to ignore annoying buzzing but it was no help.

'Oh for God's sake, pick it up'.

Mr Smith grumbled something inaudible and answered the phone call.

'You have exactly one minute it’d better be something good otherwise I'm putting the phone on you, Josh'

And that was how Mr Smith appeared again in his ex-office. I should say “appeared” was not quite right word.  Bursted in office? More suitable.

'Daddy's home, children! Who of you, my lovely offsprings, decided to burn the house while I'm away?'  Mr Smith was angry. Moreover! He was unspeakably furious. Those bunch of donkeys did not just get rid of him but they made a mull of all his work in one day!

All those donkeys exchanged looks and the most courageous stood up. Young man rearranged his glasses and started.

'Sir, everything was under control until Simon decided to speak impromptu. You know him...'

'Of course I know him! A microphone is like a candy to him! He is chaotic and loud! And he can't stop his flood of talks.He is freaking disaster for all of us! But it's not a reason to unleash him! That's why all of you are here, you stupid idiots!'

Everyone was silent and a bit sorry (just a tiny bit). They knew that if society interpreted Simon's talk wrongly there would be no chance to win this chase. Mr Smith inhaled deeper trying to calm down.

'What's the situation now?' asked Mr Smith while he was pacing around the room. ' Josh?'

Josh rearranged his glasses once more, recollected all things that went wrong and shortly summed up:

'We have a crowd of journalists at our building, several web articles and a lot phone calls from angry people. ' It would seem that this short period of time was not enough to destroy a whole image of person. But no, one wrong phrase and society would eat you alive.

'Okay I'm going to help you because that dumb creature has no filters and I feel sorry for you because I'm fucking raised you and this freaking project.'

'But he pays us' someone amongst the coworkers gave a small remark.

Mr Smith stopped in his tracks. He was quite an intimidating figure, people knew it. But that guy just forgot that. Mr Smith quickly found the source of noise and came right in front of him.

'Excuse me? Son, if you think it's Simon who runs this business you are wrong. He's nice and funny and cheerful but he is a child! Therefore you are fun and games for him, but then when he is done with all of you he will throw you away. And you know why? Because he doesn’t want to get into this business! He doesn’t know you like I do. Call him and ask him if he knows your name, Mr. Wilder. I dare you. '

The guy got embarrassed because he knew Mr Smith was right. Mr Smith was rude and straightforward, impulsive and dominating. However, he was protective and energetic (in his 50 years), generous and funny in his unique way. This project and his subordinates were like his children and he would throttle anyone who would try to come in his way. Josh, his right hand, and Liza, his secretary, were not just his helpers and only people who saw him clearly but they were also some kind of protection between him and his other subordinates when he was furious like right now.

'Okay, I'm cutting the chase. Where's our bubbling brook?' asked Mr Smith and looked at Josh. His thick eyebrows were furrowed, nostrils were flared, and lips were pursed. Everyone  would run away from him screaming but not Josh. He was unfazed.

'In your cabinet, sir. Probably trying to suffocate himself' young lady appeared on his left side.

'Thanks Liza. ' Mr Smith made a deep inhale once more and scanned everyone with his piercing gase. 'You know what to do.  If any questions ask Mr. Wilder or ask yourself what are you doing here. Josh, you come with me. We are going to unleash the hell.  Liza, my child…’

'Black coffee or Irish coffee?' she quickly interrupted him and smiled.

'Could you bring me espresso with rage?’ the tone of Mr Smith’s voice became lighter. He knew that Liza was quite sensitive young lady amongst these cavemen. So, he tried to protect her from others.

'Sir, I think you had enough for today. I am bringing you tea with camomile.'

'Okay, child,' Mr Smith looked around and frowned once again. ' Why on Earth you are doing nothing??? Chop-chop! The bomb is ticking!  We are having the apocalypse right around the corner!'

The beehive started to buzz. Mr Smith disappeared in his cabinet. Simon shrieked.  Everyone heard Mr Smith saying…

‘Get yourself ready! We are having a long and fun ride together…’

Liza and Josh exchanged  knowing looks and smirked synchronically.

‘I told you we would win a bet. The department could not possibly survive with Simon alone’

‘Uh huh. How much do they own us?’ asked Liza.

‘I think it’s about one thousand dollars’

‘Perfect’