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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The ride to the house was unnervingly quiet. Despite the awkward tension between Jungkook and me over the past week, it was never been this awkward. This beat every forced conversation I ever had with my parents about the ins and outs of "growing up". If this was what being an adult felt like, mom, then I was out. I'll pass on the birds and bees talk too, please.
A soft throat cleared and I peeled my eyes away from the window I hadn't quit staring out of like some bad Hallmark movie and looked over at Tae. He always sat in the back with me and today was no different. The only difference was that days ago he would get so close to me I'd have to ask, no, practically beg him to put his seatbelt on and lean up in case of an accident. He always seemed to find it funny, but now he was plastered against the door like white on rice.
Again, everything was just... awkward.
And I had nobody but myself to blame, once again. After my strange encounter with the client today, I all but avoided everyone as best I could until they left. The meeting was a few hours and thankfully they hadn't called me for refills or anything else, but it didn't matter. I couldn't concentrate on anything except who was in that room. I sat at my desk as the clock ticked by and stared at the door as if I could set it on fire with my eyes alone.
It didn't work, obviously. Which was good since I didn't want to go to jail for arson. But the longer I sat there, the more I thought about everything that happened between Suho and me. By the time the meeting was over and the door opened to reveal the man himself, I was vibrating with anger. Leave it to him to show up at my new job more than an hour away from him, and just when I started to move on romantically.
In my fury-induced state, I shot a tight, but genuine smile at Mr. Kim before standing up and promptly exiting the room. I didn't care to ask how the meeting went, or if anyone wanted anything. I didn't stay to see what papers they needed me to file away or make copies of. I was gone before any of them could object and I remained in the bathroom stall for about thirty minutes, biding my time and hoping they were gone when I came back.
And if he wasn't, and somehow found the audacity to ask me where I was... Well, I'd just find the nearest stationary tool, hopefully, a stapler, and just let him fucking have it. Jesus, I needed therapy.
Thankfully, they were gone when I reached my desk. Everyone was, actually. All of their office lights were on but the doors were firmly closed. There was a folder on my desk with the name of Mr. Kim's company on it and instructions for the next steps, and I grimaced but told myself not to worry about it. I could've treated him worse. Ignoring him, while unprofessional, wasn't a cardinal sin.
No one asked anything of me for the rest of the day. In fact, the only one that said anything was Jimin and it was when it was time to leave. Even then it was only two words; "Ready, Violet?"
I wasn't. On any other day being locked in a car with any of them sounded almost magical but after today, I had a feeling I was not going to enjoy it.
