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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He didn't notice me at first, and I debated on turning around and leaving before he could. But there was a part of me that vehemently denied that. He was at my desk. At my job. Sitting in my chair. I wasn't going to let him take those things from me.
I cleared my throat, and his head whipped up. Our eyes locked and for a second, I thought I saw a flash of vulnerability. Like the kind he used to show me when we first started dating... Before everything went to shit. But then he blinked and the smug Suho I knew, the real one, was back.
"What are you doing here?" He raised a brow and opened his arms, gesturing to the space around us.
"I don't know if you heard, but I work here now." Yeah, just worked. So why was he acting like he owned the place?
"I meant at my desk," I said, not missing a beat. He stood and stepped to the side, motioning to my chair as if giving me permission to sit. My jaw clenched, and I breathed in deeply through my nose. This was typical Suho. I wouldn't let it get to me. I was used to it.
Giving him a wide berth as I got closer, I glanced at the surrounding offices. Every door was open, and the inside empty, indicating they were all somewhere else. I highly doubted if they were there, Suho would be allowed to do what he just did. Let alone be on our floor.
From the corner of my eye, I watched him as he shoved his hands into the pockets of the black tapered pants he was wearing. The crisp, white shirt that was tucked into them hugged his upper body tightly. I tore my gaze away so he wouldn't get the wrong impression and set the papers down on my desk when I reached it.
Silence fell, and when it was obvious I wasn't going to say anything, he sighed. "Look, I know I messed up, Violet, but you could at least pretend that it's good to see me." With my back to him, I rolled my eyes.
"Like you pretended to love me?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I closed my eyes in regret. I was over everything, and had healed from my past with him a long time ago; I didn't even know why I was arguing.
But that's how it always was with Suho. We couldn't communicate unless we were in a screaming match.
He made a sound of disappointment and I stepped closer. "You know that's not true. I loved you more than anything. I... I still do." I was meticulously organizing my desk, and my hands froze from his confession. He used the distraction to close in behind me, and I felt the heat from his chest against my back.
I was about to step away when the sight of a bright pink sticky note caught my attention. It was crumpled under a stack of papers as if hurriedly hidden away. I reached forward and pulled it out, immediately recognizing the handwriting before reading what it said.
How the hell am I supposed to get any work done when you're walking around looking like that?- Jimin
I started to smile, but then I remembered who was behind me. Who was also just sitting at my desk. He exhaled roughly as he peered over my shoulder.
