𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦

22

Arriving at the office in your usual button-up blouse and pants that flared out smoothly down your ankles, you rush towards the packed elevator before it shuts in front of your face. You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, but the heavens seem like it's not on your side today, because you were stuck in traffic.

Namjoon texted you this morning around six a.m., which was his daily routine: get up, freshen up, exercise, shower, and go to work. The man is never late, and he always arrives ahead of everyone else- except that one time. You still didn't know why he was late, so if you get the chance, you should ask him.

Namjoon: good morning beautiful
[sent 6:03 AM]

It's crazy how a simple text can make you feel, and you'd be lying if you said you haven't read it more times than you can count.

Namjoon: I slept well, I hope you did too.
[sent 6:05 AM]

Namjoon: pls come straight to my office when you get here ❤️
[sent 6:15 AM]

The feeling of waking up to receive a message from someone you care about feels surreal. You don't even remember the last time you received a text that made your stomach flutter and made you want to piss your panties at the same time.

Yeah, gross. It's like you've forgotten how to act when being courted- which Namjoon isn't doing. You skim through the rest of the messages, unable to stop the side of your lips from lifting.

Namjoon: 😋😋
[sent 6:07 AM]

Namjoon: ahh shit, sorry! I meant to put 🥰
[sent 6:07 AM]

He's too cute. Everything he does affects you, and it's something you look for in a man. You press on the reply box.

Hi, good morning
I slept great. See you then
[sent 7:46 AM]

Before you can change your mind, the message is sent. Even in your sixties, you feel like a teenager on their first date, a bundle of nerves and anticipation.

Now, as you stand outside his office, your nervousness transforms into a steely resolve. You take a moment to adjust your collars and smooth out the fine wrinkles on your pants, wanting to present yourself in the best possible way. With a soft knock, you wait anxiously for his approval.

"Come in!"

The cue sounds harsher than you would have liked, but you gather your composure and step into his familiar office. Your eyes immediately meet the gaze of a woman who you are less than thrilled to see.

Lia.

Lia, Namjoon's girlfriend - or rather, his ex-girlfriend of one year. It may seem like a short time to get to know someone, like them, discuss the future, and eventually fall in and out of love, but for you, and perhaps even for Namjoon, it was a significant period.

Twelve months of investing yourself, your time, and your efforts into someone you believed was worth it all. That's why the sight of her, a woman he once liked, dated, and loved, unsettles you. You can't fully grasp the depth of their past, but your mind starts to draw conclusions.

Your unease isn't rooted in selfishness or a desire to possess Namjoon exclusively. It stems from witnessing the immense heartbreak he endured during their time together. You were there to witness the pain etched across his face.

Glancing over at Namjoon, you notice him sitting behind his desk, engrossed in important paperwork that's scattered before him. Your sudden presence has clearly disrupted their meeting, but that seems to be the least of his concerns right now.