Come Home to Me...Darling | PJM

Mondays | Part 3

Mondays are the worst.

It's not enough that you needed to skim through the employee evaluation files in the next 2 hours, but a grueling headache had somehow found a way to attach itself into your brain. Even blinking was painful. You weren't able to do anything but stare at your desk with little to no energy present in your build. There was a dull lull in the room, and you felt suffocated in your stuffy office. When one of the open file's papers flutters in front of you is when you manage to snap out of dreamland. Peeking at the desk right outside your office, you let out a sigh of relief at finding the space empty. Finally, you could get up and do something about this headache as well as pour some caffeine into your body.

Usually Yura would gleefully grab it for you, but you felt awkward around her since that day and hadn't asked anything of her since. It was a bit silly, you don't know why you were avoiding her exactly. Most likely it was due to not trying out her therapist suggestion yet. But it wasn't like she was forcing you and it also wasn't that you didn't want to go...you were just unsure. You were scared. An unfamiliar person, poking and prodding at you – at your life. Finding and pulling out all the faults in you like weed. Judging you. Your habit of overthinking had already made you fit irrational scenarios inside your head of your 'sessions' and how awful they would end up being.

This irrationality also embarrassed you and led you into avoiding Yura.

In a nimble pace, you quickly make your way into the center office filled with cubicles. From there you speedily step your way into the breakroom. Thankfully, it was also empty. It wasn't like coming here wasn't unusual for you – you had been in here before you were promoted, albeit just a bit. You weren't the most extroverted person, and people seemed to always be creating some forms of conversation in here. Which scared you into staying in your cubicle until certain timestamps where you found it vacant. Sighing, you walk to the coffee maker in the corner of the room to find it barren, and you heave a groan as you gather your ingredients for coffee. You didn't want to stay here in case of running into someone, but life was making everything harder for you as usual. Watching as the coffee hits the pot in the coffee maker, you think back to last night.

Jimin never made it back home throughout that whole day. That had become a usual occurrence, but it really hit you hard this time because you were aching to sort things out after the clash you both faced. There was a restless ache in your stomach, which you're sure was the cause in you turning sick today. Last night you had caught the exact moment Jimin figured out that you knew about him and her, his aura completely morphing into something between docile and tense. After he left, you couldn't sleep for hours, tossing and turning and just waiting for him to come home. The scene kept replaying in your mind and you kept analyzing certain aspects, wishing you had said something better or acted in a compromising manner rather than driving him away. But then he never showed up and you were too afraid to call him back to you. If you went to voicemail yet again, you felt you would go insane.

Though you pondered where he was with exhausted efforts, a dreadful thought told you that you already knew, you just didn't want to accept it. You hoped it wasn't true. That he wouldn't be with Tina – not after last night. Maybe...he was crashing at Jin's place? ...Wait, why didn't you think of him sooner? Jin, his best friend since he moved to the city, would know where he is! Friends are considered confidantes, aren't they? It wouldn't hurt to inquire s few things from Jin, he was always a sweet man. But you didn't want to force Jimin back to you or anything of the sort, you just wanted to know if he was ok. Hopefully he'll realize how much you need him, hopefully he'll come back home to you on his own accord. You were going to give him some time to think, then he'll surely be back by that day, right?

Hopefully.

As you pour the coffee into your mug, the door creeks open and a citrusy cologne fills the air which pulls you out of your thoughts as you stiffen. Great. Carefully, you turn to see the culprit to be a tall man yawning loudly and stretching his arms while walking towards you. It alarms you that he's moving straight at you without even realizing, but you don't make an effort to move. Which ends up with him crashing into you slightly-