Vmin {Oneshot}

You're not My Lover

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It's nearly everyday that Jimin sees the same dull faces, same beings dressed in black and white, though he himself is one of them. Or at least every now and then if not daily, that he sees the same room, walls draped over in beige with that same plain vibe.

But it's not everyday that he feels this blend of nervousness and frustration run within his veins. It's not everyday that his consciousness is on its peak and downright misty at the same time. It's not everyday that he encounters a certain someone.

Arriving earlier has always been a rule that he holds by, which explains why he is here half an hour before the approaching time, patiently waiting for others to be present. He looks around a bit, the hushed little chatter in the court falling mute in his ears having his mind too occupied with various thoughts.

He is prepared, he knows he will do well, he always has. He likes to remind himself the same, he does that for himself every time without any second-hand embarrassment. He has peacefully taken his designated seat, his right ankle bouncing on the beats of restlessness, causing his entire leg to shake.

It's a habit of his, unintentional of course, that happens when he has a lot on his mind to worry about. A habit that he didn't even notice, until his ex-husband pointed it out, but that is not the matter of concern now.

Or so he thinks.

The thought causes his gaze to fall on his ring finger unconsciously, and he cannot help but sigh at the imaginary weight on the empty finger. The bittersweet remembrance smokes the melancholy in his heart, which soon morphs into annoyance and he shrugs the similar thoughts along the line.

One tick of the clock has another following suit, trying to catch up with the rushing instances of the future while letting the ones of the present die and meet the past. And all this while, he sits there and waits.

"Fuck my life." Jimin says through gritted teeth upon the sight of a certain lawyer, someone who he doesn't find very pleasant to go against.

Kim Taehyung.

"Out of you? Gladly." Taehyung completes his already finished sentence, almost instantly.

The smirk on his face seems to grow wider upon seeing Jimin return a bitter smile his way, although he knows the latter wants to cuss at him for the remark but seeing him settle low in order to respect the decorum of the court is quite entertaining. Disbelief practically radiates off of Jimin as Taehyung takes a seat next to him, close enough for the latter's annoyance.

Jimin can still feel the intrigued eyes on him, he can practically feel the latter's smug failing to falter. And it annoys him to the point of no return. The last thing he wants is a quarrel with his fellow lawyer; evermore upon knowing this is exactly what the other seeks for. He has a hearing starting in a few minutes, he cannot let himself be affected by anything, or anyone.

As the case once again stands in the limelight in his mind, blowing the whistle of the train of his thoughts, his focus certainly shifts to recall onto the preparation he had done for the day. When so much is at work, his ankle refuses to lag behind, unconsciously picking up on the habit.