Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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My week was relatively routine for the most part. Kat and I ran the shop as usual and managed our online orders. The only thing out of the ordinary was when one of the guys would come by with lunch for the two of us or to pick me up at the end of the day. I started spending most of my evenings at the shared apartment, using the key card Jungkook had given me. While none of us had explicitly talked about it, some of my stuff had made its home here with them.
Yoongi had emptied a drawer in his dresser and Jin cleaned out a corner of his closet for my clothes that I ended up leaving behind here when I would stay over.
Jungkook hadn't been by the shop in a while. We had talked on the phone earlier in the week briefly. He was busy with both of his occupations. The headhunting picking up again now that the holidays were over, and he was training a new receptionist who had messed up some of the appointments and scheduling overlaps with a few of the employees at Telepathy. Of course, I told him not to worry about it. Even with the added orders for the agreement with Jimin, Kat and I were handling it pretty well. Most evenings, not everyone was at the shared apartment. Some staying at their own places, or not getting back until the early hours of the morning.
Although, we had established a sort of schedule when it came to me being over. I almost always shared a room with one of the guys. Whoever I was to spend the night with usually made sure he was home by the time I got off work or would even pick me up as I got off. Tonight was Hoseok's turn, he had picked me up earlier, taking me to dinner before returning to the apartment and settling in for the night.
"Are you sure you're okay with taking me in the morning? I can always take the subway." I asked for the hundredth time.
But I felt bad after learning that Hoseok usually didn't go into work until two hours after I did. I'd rather him sleep in if he needed to versus being forced awake two hours before he should be just to drive me in. Hobi walked out of the closet, dressed in a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. His hair was still damp despite him running a towel through it. Eventually throwing it to the side in a laundry hamper and shaking his head, letting what was left to air dry.
"Don't worry about it. I really don't mind. I can just use the extra time to go over my lesson plans for Saturday."
"You're all too nice to me." I grumbled, flipping back the bed covers.
Hoseok came up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and squeezing lightly. His chin came down on top my head and I felt more than heard him sigh.
"You can't say we're just being nice when we're treating you the way you deserve to be treated."
I turned in his arms, looping my arms around his neck as he let his head drop enough to rest against my own forehead.
"it's just- you all do so much for me. I feel like I'm not returning the favor."
"That's not true. You've accepted us. I know it's not easy to do that, but you've let us in and trusted us enough to give yourself to us. It can't be easy navigating seven different relationships simultaneously, but you're doing it. If anything, we should be apologizing because we're demanding so much of your time."
