Weak || Bang Chan

twenty seven 🔞

Song:
uhgood by RM
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18+ with trigger warning (S/A)

I ignored every text. My phone vibrated often to the point I'd turn it off for hours on end. So many messages yet I knew none of them came from Minho. Why would there be?

I changed the password to my apartment too. I didn't want to risk waking up in the middle of the night to any of the boys in my apartment. I couldn't deal with the confrontation. Apart from leaving extremely early in the morning to go to work and coming back equally as late, I didn't leave my house. I barely ate and I definitely barely slept.

My mind was a chaotic explosion of the events that took place that day. The way Minho called me a slut and discarded me to the side, the way Felix didn't come to my defence, the way that every pair of eyes stared at me.

It had been over a week since then. I even considered moving house all over again just to escape the feeling. I debated with myself and told myself over and over that I was being dramatic and it wasn't needed, I just needed to let everything diffuse, but it wasn't exactly a situation to leap back from.

What's more, I couldn't even clear up the misunderstanding. I couldn't even tell them about what happened to me in that boardroom. The thought of it alone made me twitch with disgust.

I sat in my office, tapping away at the computer. I had translated over three scripts in the time I had last seen any of the boys. It was a new record considering each script must've been close to fifty thousand words. That was all I did: translate from the moment the offices opened to the moment they closed.

The only thing I couldn't prevent were guests visiting me at work, but luckily all the boys had too busy of a schedule to come into the offices to talk to me, plus the fact they were public figures and couldn't risk a paparazzi situation, so I didn't worry. The downside was the fact Seungmin, Hyunjin, Jeongin, Changbin and Han sent flowers, letters or food at least every other day - each. A pile began on my desk and quickly had to be relocated to the floor beside my desk. Now I had a total of about twenty different notes or letters asking me to answer my phone or talk to them in some way, but after the first three notes, I gave up reading the rest. The flowers started wilting from lack of water and I only ate the food given to me because I refused to cook at home. It was the only thing I was surviving on and I was thankful they knew me so well to know what foods I would actually eat.

Still, it didn't matter how many gifts they sent, I didn't want to pick at a healing scab. I wasn't ready to face the music yet.

I sighed, printing off one last document and signed and dated the form to confirm the last transcript I translated and produced and put it with a script, knocking the edge of the stack of paper on the table to realign the pages and exiting the office. It was about 8pm and the sky had grown dark, only a few lights shone throughout the office. It was a Friday night so everyone had left early and it felt like I was one of the few employees left next to janitors.

I entered a separate office room, much bigger than my own, and pigeon-hole'd the documents under my name and went to leave the room, only to be startled with the figure of a tall man.

A yelp left my lips as I clutched my heart, adjusting my eyes to see it was none other than Mr. Hae.

As my heart dropped and a panic quickly settled in, I began marking my exit points in my head but the only one was the doorway he currently stood in, his black suit jacket tight around his midriff. Those dark, pitted eyes bored into my skull as he licked his thin, dry lips like I was his next prey to kill.