"I'm just orbiting around you.
I'm just running in circles." (134340 BTS)
As for Heather, she settled for the space in between friendship and love.
It was a love left undefined, after all.
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Jeon Jungkook au
Themes: casual f* buddies // -----
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Realizing that I really can't go far with the fact that I am only wearing a huge shirt that makes me look like I don't have bottoms, topped with bedroom slippers, I can only go to Ricardo's kitchen and hide in here.
Well, not precisely in the kitchen, but in Paul's office beside Yuha's within the kitchen. Paul has been quietly working behind his computer, not questioning me after telling him I needed air. He knows about Jungkook, and I think he knows he's here, too.
Eyebrows furrow, and thinking deeply, I knock on his wooden desk to get his attention. He closes his laptop halfway so he can see me, "Yes? Are you ready to speak now?"
"I have a question," I say without looking at him. He is quiet, so I speak. "Why is he here?"
Ever since Yuha told me that Jungkook was here, the only thing I could think of was why. Why the hell is he here? Not even for how long. Why?
Paul is quiet. Annoyingly quiet. So I look at him, making sure to deliver the message through my eyes that I know that he knows and that I need the answer now.
"Heather.."
"No," I am quick to cut him off once my eyes meet his. "You don't get to use that tone at me, Paul. That fucking pitiful tone you all are using to talk to me this past year," I grit my teeth and ball my hands. And I know that this anger boiling up in me is just to mask my sadness.
Paul sighs. And I sit down on the chair, realizing that I'm now standing up due to my sudden burst.
"He's going to be a branch manager," Paul simply answers.
My legs bounce up and down while I wipe the sweat on my forehead. I even taste blood and realize I'm biting my lip hard while thinking of the worst scenarios. I lick my lips clean of blood, the same time, I wipe my mind clean of negative things.
I didn't know he had accepted the offer.
After I turned down Yuha for the manager position in his new branch, he offered it to Jungkook. Jungkook turned it down, too, explaining that he had something to go back to in Seoul.
I breathe heavily, recalling the memory.
I follow up with the question that I am honestly afraid to ask. I'm pretty sure Jungkook's arrival here isn't the only thing planned.
"Which branch?" I ask through gritted teeth.
Paul sighs once more and scratches his head with a wince. His reaction is giving the answer away already, but I need to hear it. I need to hear everything precisely as it is — no riddles, no pauses or stutters — because I still hope that what's happening is not what I think it is.
"Which bran-"
"This branch."
I slump down on my chair in defeat. I really do want to get mad. But with what? With who? Not with Yuha, not with Paul, and sadly not even with Jungkook.
