'Ah shit.. where is it again..?'

It's just another day of peaceful morning in (Y/n)'s apartment, it's the time of the day where she woke up early to get ready to face hell. Hell.. as in............. Mr. Ackerman himself. Yeah. Of course.

She finally finds what she has been looking for.

A hairbrush. The last thing she needs to do before going out to work is brushing her hair, which now looks like a bird nest.

(Y/n) eyed her reflection on the mirror, nodding to herself before getting ready to head out.

The secretary swipes the accept icon, answering the call, "Yes, Mr. Ackerman ?" Her clear voice filled the tiny apartment she's living in. A professional smile is presented on her face as she speaks through the phone. Probably because of habit.

"Where are you ?"

"I'm still at home, do you need somethi-"

He cuts her off, "are you ready to come into work ?"

"Yes," even though (Y/n)'s speaking to him through the phone, she still nods, "I was just about to step out, sir."

"Then make it quick. Get down."

She nods again, "Yes sir- wait what ?" The smile on her face disappears and her professional tone has come to a cease, "what ??" (Y/n) struts over to the front window, pulling the curtains to the side.

Only to see her boss. Right in front of her freaking apartment. Leaning on his Mercedes-Benz with a phone in his grasp.

"Holy.. Why are you-"

"Did I not make myself clear ? Get your fucking ass over here, now." With that, Levi ends the call.

A few seconds later, the sound of quick paced shoes tapping against the paved road in front of (Y/n)'s apartment reached Levi's ears. There, his poor secretary is running towards him while holding dearly into her bag. He almost smiles in amusement at the sight of (Y/n) rushing to him.

'..cute.'

"Sir, I didn't mean to be rude," (Y/n) half shouts, since she hasn't reached him yet, "but what brings you here so early in the morning- AH !"

A goddamn rock just happens to be there.

She trips over the rock and stumbles forward. Losing her balance.

Upon seeing his secretary stumbling forward towards Levi, he immediately opens his arms to catch her before anything bad happens.

'Yes, now come to daddy..'

*Thud*

In the end, Levi manages to catch her in his arms before her face hits the ground. He tightens his arms around her waist while (Y/n)'s hands are holding onto his shoulders.

Still in his hold, (Y/n) leans away from him, eyes widened.

Two pairs of eyes meet each other. Completely dazed at the moment, until.........

"Uh.. Can you let go of me now ? Y-you smell like tea leaves, sir."

(Y/n) curses herself for stuttering, 'shit, that was a bad excuse. He smells really good to be honest.'

With a click of his tongue, Levi releases her.

'Does tea leaves smell bad ?' He scrunches his eyebrows.

(Y/n) bows a little, "My apologies for.. bumping into you. I should've paid more attention. Well then, I'm going now." She leaves from Levi's sight and walks to the other side of the car he's leaning on.

"Oi. Where the hell do you think you're going ?"

She stopped, "to the driver's seat. Since Mr. Braun isn't here.." (Y/n) trails off.

"No. I'll do the driving."

"H-huh ?"

Levi opens the door to the front passenger seat, "get in."

"...yes sir." With hesitant steps, (Y/n) finally makes her way to Levi before getting inside the car and buckling her seatbelt. He then closes the door and gets into the driver's seat.

In the middle of strapping her seatbelt, Levi clears his throat beside her.

This makes her turn her head in his direction, "Sir ?"

"Ms. (L/n), I suggest you pay more attention to your fashion. It looks like you don't have any sense of it."

"Pardon ?"

"Your blouse," Levi pointed out, "you wore that last Wednesday and Friday. Someone might mistake it for our company's uniform."

The woman sighs, "Wednesday and Friday.." she then slightly rolls her eyes, "how do you remember all that ?"

'Shit, that's not the answer I was expecting.' Levi begins to sweat.

'I can't tell her that I'm always checking out on her at every chance I have everyday.'

Instead of giving an answer, the vice president reaches his hand to grab something from the backseat, "Here." He hands her a box of.. foreign food.

"What's this ?"

(Y/n) tilts the box a little, eyeing the content inside.

"Croque Monsieur, made by my personal chef. You may have it if you want, if you haven't had breakfast."

"Oh.." She sweatdropped, "thank you sir."

"Good."

And so, the two begin to head to work. Together.

-------------Later---------------

Levi presses on the elevator button, with (Y/n) waiting patiently behind him.

The door opened, and thankfully, the elevator's empty.

The vice president was about to enter before he remembered something, he then stopped in his tracks suddenly. Of course, this makes (Y/n), who was about to enter too, stops behind him.

With a swift motion, Levi turns around to face his secretary.

"Ladies first."

Her jaw drops to the floor.

(Y/n) needs a few seconds to gain her composure before nodding to her boss, "Y-yes, thank you sir."

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"Good morning Mr. Ackerman. I think it's time for you to apply that ointment again on your cut." (Y/n) puts a first aid kit on his desk.

He sighs, putting away the stack of documents in his hands.

(Y/n) takes that as a 'yes'. So she begins to take out some medication and a cotton bud, then her upper body bent down to meet his face. Her fingers slightly take a hold of his chin. Once in a while, she would tilt it to several directions to have a better look of the wound on his lower lip.

Then she tends on his wound ever so gently as if afraid of destroying his godly perfect face.

Levi blinks. Letting his secretary do the work. At first, he doesn't give a shit about what she's doing. But then, Levi directs his steel blue eyes at her since her face is only a few inches from his.

She seems to notice this and returns the gaze.

Slowly, she stops her movements, no longer dabbing alcohol on his wound. (Y/n) could feel his breath that smells like mint, sending shivers to her spine.

Realization strikes her. Maybe the reason why her boss is staring at her is...

"O-oh, um.. Would you rather do it yourself ?" (Y/n) suddenly backs away, breaking the gaze as she hands him the cotton bud.

His heart aches. The man yearns for her touch, yet he keeps his mouth shut.

Levi hesitantly takes the cotton from her hand, "you can just keep going actually.." he mumbled.

His secretary begins to sweat, averting her eyes from him, looking everywhere but Levi. Pursing her lips, (Y/n) finally thinks that it's best for her to change the subject. Her eyes spotted an organized stack of papers on his desk.

Bingo.

"Oh ! Did you already go over our next quarter's plans ?"

She scooped up those papers, "I'll tidy them- Ah !" (Y/n) retracts her hands from them as she hisses in pain, holding her index finger.

Something.. Something kicks inside Levi when he sees her in pain.

In a blink of an eye, he already stood in front of her, holding her injured finger in his calloused hands with total concern.

"I'm fine, it's just a paper cut sir. Nothing serious." She fakes a smile, holding back the stinging sensation on her index finger as blood begins to seep out of it. (Y/n) intends to pull her finger away.

But instead, Levi grasps into it tighter with his hand.

"Consider this as a payback for treating my cuts." He stated, bringing her finger close to his face.

"What-"

The next thing she knows, she feels warmth coating her index finger. Levi has shoved her finger in his mouth, sucking away the blood and licking it occasionally to ease the pain.

(Y/n) gaped.

It feels so wrong for her boss to do it, yet.. It surprisingly feels good.. It does make her pain go away somehow..

He finally pulls out her finger from his mouth with a slight 'pop' sound. Of course, being a clean freak he is, Levi then grabs the nearest tissue and wipes her finger with it. Then he gently blows on the cut.

Ah.. it's soothing.

"From now on, I'll have to use tablets to check on documents." He declared.

"Eh ? Why ?"

"Paper is dangerous," Levi sighs, "I can't-" The man stops in his tracks, he quickly shuts his mouth.

(Y/n) raises her eyebrows a bit, "You can't what, sir ?"

"Tch, I can't let it happen for the next time, I don't want you to dirty my floor with your blood."

Although she's confused, (Y/n) does feel a pang in her heart.

She nods, "Alright, I'll move some files to your tablet instead of printing it, Mr. Ackerman."

"Good. You're dismissed."

"Yes sir."

The second (Y/n) exited his private office room, Levi slumped down on his chair, draping an arm over his eyes. Under his breath, the vice president mumbles some words,

'I can't have her getting hurt again.. At least not on my watch, even if it's just a simple thing..'

'It's my turn to protect her.. After what she has done for me that day..'