Bright As Fire

Part 3...

Yoongi's POV

Namjoon was leaning over his desk going though my work file while resting his chin on the back of his hand. At the moment he looked confused, biting his lip and furrowing his eyebrows, but on more than one occasion I caught him with his mouth hanging slightly open and looking completely spaced out like he didn't know what the hell he was looking at.

I glanced at the clock that was on the wall beside me, I've been here for almost half an hour now and we haven't really talked, I'm starting to feel a little awkward. I lean forward in my chair and interlock my fingers, gently I clear my throat to get his attention. Slowly he lifts his head, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"So......are you going to ask me anything or are you just going to let me sit here with my legs crossed?"
Saying that, I instantly regretted it. He looked at me like I was well out of line and that he'd kill me for it, but saying that it was a bit rude.

I haven't had a good job since high school and no matter how much I told Taehyung I didn't want another job, I desperately needed the distraction it would give me. I was becoming frustrated and angry with myself and it was starting to effect my song writing, a talent that i discovered a few years ago. Being able to write lyrics and express myself in music gave me the feeling of freedom and that I could do anything, but lately it's been getting me down, everything I feel is too much to put down in simple sentences.

"Sorry, I'm just.."
"In a rush to be somewhere?"
"No!" This was not going well. I cursed myself inwardly and prepared to get chucked out, like so many times before.
"Good cause your hired."

I couldn't believe it, I nearly fell off my chair, uncrossing my legs and holding onto the back of the chair for stability. "What! Did I hear you right? I mean are you sure?" I said leaning forward in the chair even further.
"Why don't you want the job?"
"Yes, Sorry."

I got up out of my chair and stepped forward to take Namjoon's hand, now my boss.
"Thank you, I don't want to push my luck but can I ask why, I mean I was rude and I don't really have much experience."
He let out a light smile and put his hands in his pockets heading for the door.
"Well working with the guys I'm used to a little back chat and to be honest this is the first interview I've conducted."

He opened the door to the office with one hand still in his pants pocket.
"And I think you'll do well here."
He looked at me up and down with a slight smirk in his smile. "And Jimin seemed enthusiastic about you becoming a member of staff here, he must have liked the look of you."

'That's weird he hardly looked at me, I wonder what he said to Namjoon
before I went in?'

"So how is this the first interview you've done, what about the other staff?"
"There friends of mine."
Well it looked like it was going to be harder to fit in than I thought if these guys already know each other, they could go back years..

We walked back though the narrow corridor to the main floor of the coffee shop, where we were met with a guy with brown fluffy hair that covered his forehead and wearing a green apron that covered the entire front of him from his collar, down to his knees.

"How many times have I told you not to come down here, you've already broken three plates this week" he said while smiling at Namjoon. Namjoon lowered his head playfully looking guilty, gritting his teeth.

I suddenly got grabbed by both shoulders from behind making me jump.
"See what I mean about Jin hyung not letting him in the shop, I think it's quite funny actually."
I quickly turned around and saw Jimin giving me a cheeky smile.
"What the hell was that for you scared me, how'd you get there anyway!" I yelled with my hand over my chest.
"I've worked here for two years, I know this placed like back of my hand." He came around to face me.
"So did you get the job or what?"
"Yeah I got the job."
Which is still a shock, yet a real relief. I've got to remember to text Taehyung later and let him know, it will be good to finely get him of my back so he can stop acting like a mother.