Blurred Lens

A week

Your knee viciously shook up and down in the lobby of the building. A couple minutes ago you'd entered through a tall, polished glass door which shone light into the heated entrance. A kind receptionist had looked up your name and checked for your appointment before gesturing you to a seat on the side to wait briefly. He'd offered you a chocolate in delicate wrapping which rested among others in a bowl. You thanked him, but rejected the offer since your stomach felt unsettled and sick.

Being in this unfamiliar environment, so close to the people you and Jungkook had actively been avoiding for the past months, felt very unnatural and tense.

You forced yourself to sit back and listen to the quiet, classical music being released from the receptionists desk. It bounced off the marble floors to the high ceilings and acted as a medicine to your anxiety.

The room was contradicting the music slightly, however, since it was so clean and white. It felt like a hospital waiting room, but with only one other person, besides the receptionist, in sight. This was a man hunched over, sitting the opposite end of the room, which seemed miles away, in a navy suit and gelled hair, slicked back and suffocating his hair follicles.

A door burst open and you felt your muscles relax as the familiar physique and face of Jungkook appeared, looking hot and powerful in a fitted, narrowly striped suit. He scanned the room, eventually seeing you. He smiled widely at your appearance before quickly replacing this with a neutral, welcoming expression.

'Good morning! I'm Jeon Jungkook, you must be Y/N,' he said, walking up to you and bowing. He'd warned you he'd have to do this before dropping you off last night, so it didn't shock you. He winked at you whilst turning back around, 'shall we go up to my office?'

You nodded at him and began following his footsteps as the door you were headed to was pushed open once again.

A tall, burly figure emerged to the entrance and stopped once he caught sight of Jungkook. He also had gelled hair, but it was pushed to a pompadour and didn't look too stiff. It was a dark shade of brown with a few grays protruding from the roots. He had a looser, black suit on with a red tie and a matching coloured napkin resting in the breast pocket.

'Ah, Jungkook, ' the man said in a deep voice, glancing at you. ''Morning, I don't recognize you so you must be new.' He continued in a friendly manner, extending his palm to shake yours.

'Yes, this is Y/N, a new photographer client interested in expanding her advertising,' Jungkook muttered, analyzing your handshake. 'Y/N, this is my dad, a CEO of this business.'

Your eyes widened at this reveal. You finally got to see the man you'd heard all sorts of stories about.

You looked more carefully at his face and realized he had Jungkook's doe eyes, just more wrinkled, similar bone structure and face shape. It wasn't a mirror image, but there were definitely some physical similarities which you'd let go unnoticed.

'Nice to meet you, I'm Jeon Ha-Jun.' He paused and crinkled his face momentarily. You began feeling more panicky in his presence, but knew your identity was concealed.

'I must say your name sounds familiar, have we done business in the past?' Ha-Jun asked.

You received swift flashbacks to the night before when your dad felt Jungkook looked familiar. You prayed it wasn't another of those situations, knowing that you and Jungkook hadn't been photographed together or posted on each other's social media. But still, word of mouth could have gained Ha-Jun the knowledge of Jungkook's affair.

'You're a photographer..? I must have seen your work or - Oh! You were the photographer for Jungkook and Bong-Cha's engagement shoot!'

You compressed a sigh of relief and nodded.

'Oh, I must say you did a brilliant job,' he continued. 'I'm so pleased we'll have the opportunity to work together - In fact...' Ha-Jun stopped, stroking his chin and chewing his cheek. 'Are you available for an all-day booking week today?'

Surprise hit you again, the idea of working with Jungkook's family deeply worrying you.

'Um... I'd have to check and -'

'Brilliant!' Ha-Jun interrupted, clearly not paying attention to your words. 'If you have bookings, cancel them - I'll pay you double what they would. Well, that's sorted.'

You raised your eyebrows, having no idea what this event even was. He spotted your obvious confusion and explained, 'Well, next Friday is Jungkook and Bong-Cha's wedding, as you may know. See our photographer cancelled and -'

He continued to ramble on, but this was drained out by a ringing in your ear. The room darkened in your vision and you felt weak all of a sudden.

A week?!

How on earth had Jungkook not mentioned that?! It was no time at all - what... what... what did this mean?!

You looked in despair at Jungkook, who also seemed to be blocking out his father's words. He looked ill and pale, avoiding your stare.

'We must go dad, lots of appointments and stuff today,' Jungkook cut across, standing up tall.

'Ah, good work, son,' Ha-Jun nodded. 'Good chat, Y/N. Jungkook send her the details of the wedding. I'll see you then.' He strutted off to the man who had been sitting opposite you and extended his arm for a handshake again.

You then turned back to Jungkook and met his eyes with your opened, disappointed pupils. He quickly turned away and led you through the door and down a wide hall with equally high ceilings.

After a couple silent steps, Jungkook stopped and opened a door with his name hung on a door plate. You scurried after him and couldn't absorb his office when you entered because your head was so shocked and clouded. You managed to sit in an armchair facing a desk which Jungkook propped himself up on, pushing a mug out of the way.

You looked up. 'A week? A week?!' you muttered weakly, feeling low of energy, knowing you'd pushed the whole situation down far too deep. 'We have to talk about this, don't we?'

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