CONFUSED || Taehyung Fan Fiction ||

10 || ᴘʀᴏᴍ ||

"Hey Y/n, Prussian or Oxford?" Namjoon asked as he gestured to each of the two shades of blue table cloths in both of his hands. It wasn't really ideal for her to be sulking right now. Considering that they had work to do. The man in front of her was constantly trying to distract her in every way possible, either telling her to tidy the place up or asking her irrelevant questions.

Namjoon didn't like seeing the devastation planted on her face nor the way she sighed every five seconds. He had enough so, he had no choice but work his fingers to dial the number of the the person that needed to be here.

A few minutes later, Y/n started screaming because she was suddenly over Namjoon's shoulders, "What the fuck! Put me down! Can't you see, I haven't finished being depressed!" she fought, slapping his back and her feet kicking the air. Namjoon didn't answer, struggling to keep her still. Without even noticing, Y/n was locked in the storage room when she heard keys rattling from the other side.

"Fuck you and your six foot ass!" Turning around, she was expecting to see discarded chairs and tools, but the first thing that caught her attention was the boy standing two metres across her with a baffled expression, lips parted, eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.

How is he so pretty even when he's baffled?

"Uh H-hey" Y/n cleared her throat, stepping backwards. She certainly didn't expect this and she certainly didn't want this.

"Hi" he replied, shortly

God, why is this so awkward...

"W-what brings you here?"

"Ah...well, Namjoon messaged me that he needed extra help for the preparations and told me to wait here...but I guess that wasn't what he truly intended for me to do." Jimin let out a stiff chuckle. His hand reaching to rub his nape as he gazed upon the floor as if it were the most interesting thing he had seen today. Y/n nodded as a response, not entirely sure if Jimin caught that.

"Okay. It was nice seeing you! I should go ahead—" her whole body froze after she shook the handle open. Nothing but locked noises echoed through the spacious room. Y/n frowned and kept on her attempts to open the god forsaken door that brought her her current nightmare.

"He did not just lock us both in here. Jesus Christ!" she murmured. Jumping back when the man was now at least two feet away from her when she turned around.

"Hold on, I'll try calling him."

"Y-yeah, good idea."

The phone only kept ringing for the past five times Jimin tried to call for his friend responsible for this act. On the other side, Namjoon was purposely ignoring his phone, putting it on silent and leaving it on a table far away from him as he tended other matters.

"He won't answer..." Jimin sighed. Looking at Y/n with a lopsided smile. In return, her face morphed into a miserable expression. Her feet guiding her to the shelves at the back to look for something to entertain herself with. She didn't want to talk to Jimin. It'll just end up with her stuttering and inconvenient silence.

Catching a sight of a screw driver, she swiftly took it and ran towards the door in hopes to unscrew the handle but to her dismay, the handles did not bare any screws. The other just stood there, watching her run back and forth to find something worthy to unlock the door. It amused him that unconsciously, a smile grew on his face.

Jimin should probably do something. Make use of this time to clear the air between them and not just stand there like a lamp post. So he did. Initiating the conversation to which Y/n raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Can we discuss... us for a bit?"

"Uh, yeah... I guess" she gently placed the hammer back in the tool box before slowly walking up to Jimin. Biting her bottom lip, nervously at the thought of having a conversation with him.