Being 24 and recently laid off from my job was not all it was cracked up to be. But one job application-that I filled out only because my best friend has the best puppy dog eyes-changed it all.
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It had been one hell of a week. After finding the lost file for Namjoon, they successfully signed on the new client and I was drowning in paperwork for days after. Today, Friday, was the first day that week that I didn't come in only to see mountains of contracts on my desk. Work had kept me so busy that I hadn't found time to think about our Africa trip, more specifically the end. And though Namjoon's cryptic words made my face flame with heat every time I thought about them, I had been too exhausted to delve into those too.
Things were calmer, easier, between Jungkook and me. We still hadn't spoken much, unless you count vague, short emails as talking, and aside from Namjoon asking me about it, no one else made any attempts to reconcile things between us. Not that we needed anyone to fix the problem. We were both adults, after all, and while I wanted more than anything to go back to the way things used to be, I asked for this.
I told him we were nothing more than boss and employee and he was honoring that. All of the guys were honoring my wish, it seemed. They had taken a considerable step back in their own way. Hobi's hugs were few and far between. The nicknames came to an abrupt halt. They kept their distance when they were around. It was only a few feet but it felt like miles. Even Tae kept his hands to himself, though I had a feeling he was not as willing as the others. If the dark glares at Jungkook said anything.
I hated it. And I hated that I hated it. But no matter how confused I felt inside, I knew that this step, however painful, was the right thing to do. I fell into things too quickly. I didn't even realize I had crossed lines until they were blurred and I was too far gone to care. I cared about them. So much. Which was crazy since I had known them for less than a month. I thought about my conversation with Namjoon almost every day, but my feelings never wavered. I wasn't sorry my feelings had progressed. It was only natural, and while I was always up for a challenge, I wasn't sure this was one I could take on.
Though they kept important things private, their lives were constantly under a constant, bright spotlight. Did I want to be under one too? I certainly didn't want to be hidden away like some shameful mistress, but I wasn't sure I was ready to have my life made public due to my relationship status. And speaking of that, it would be considered highly inappropriate for me to continue working for them if romantic relationships changed. My heart revolted at the thought of leaving, but deep down I knew finding another job wouldn't be too hard- I had already done it once.
But the biggest issue, the one that plagued me night and day... I cared about all of them. My dating history wasn't massive, but I most definitely didn't date more than one person at a time. It didn't seem like they cared though. Would they still not care if I went out with one while the others stayed home? My eyes suddenly widened. What about sex? How the hell would that work?
I groaned and shook my head, laying it on my desk. I was getting ahead of myself. There were too many variables to consider before I even thought about the intimacy aspect of it. Besides, that was in the far future. I couldn't let myself worry about that, even if everything else seemed to be going at max speed. Maybe that's what scared me the most. Scared me into pushing boundaries and stepping back. My last relationship had taken the express lane in a matter of months, and deep down I knew the guys weren't like him, but that hurt, the fear, it was still there.
