Min Co. II Yoonmin

Stared Down

"Just have all that in folders for next week's meeting and you can go home. Have a nice weekend."

Jimin bowed at his boss and walked out with the stack of papers in his hands. He tried to ignore the stare down he was being given by the elderly woman as he rushed for the door. Once he was free of the feeling he walked over to Taehyung's desk, he was attempting to balance a Cheeto on his nose.

"Why?Just why?"

"Why not?"

Jimin turned his head, behind him at Jin's desk sat Jungkook. He also had a bag of Cheetos in his hands. "Do we have ink? Jin was complaining about that printer earlier." he asked as he turned away from the boy.

Taehyung shook his head, "Broke down this morning, the repair man isn't coming till Monday. Why?"

"Why do you think? Yoongi says they need this for Monday morning's meeting." Jimin sighed and picked up the stack. He placed them inside his brief case nicely, he'd have to print them else where then.

"All the other offices above and below are closed so don't think about it." Jungkook spoke up. Just then the door open and out walked out the four Mins.

"Woozi!" Jungkook pipped up from his chair, he smiled at the young man. Jihoon smiled as walked past his mother. Jimin watched frightfully as the woman simply eyed them, shrugging it off and continuing to walk. Chaerin followed closed behind her while Yoongi stayed with his back against the door.

"I'll drop by." he whispered so that only Jimin could hear. As soon as the words had registered, he shook his head. Yoongi nodded and put his hand down on his desk as walked past it, a white paper being revealed once he took it off.

"Psst."

He looked over to Taehyung who titled his head towards the elevator, it was that time of the day, his favorite time. He shoved the paper into his back pocket before rushing to catch up to his co-worker. Once he stood besides him in front of the elevator, they bowed down.

"Have a good weekend." he said, his bangs beginning to itch his eyes. "I will!" Jihoon responded, his eyes on Jungkook. The door finally closed shut and they stood back up.

"Is Namjoon Hyung still in his office?" Jungkook asked as he bent over Jin's desk to grab his bag of chips. "Let's all take a trip to Joonie's office and find out!" Taehyung threw his arm over Jimin's shoulder and Jungkook's, he led them into the office.

"Oh Namjoo- Oh!"

Quickly Jimin and Taehyung threw a hand over Jungkook's eyes, he shouldn't be stained with the image of his father and his secretary making out.

"Knock dammit!" Jin screamed at them, getting off Namjoon's lap. Jimin removed his hand and walked over to sit in front of Namjoon's desk. The other two boy's followed, the younger boy sat on the blonde's lap.

"Can we leave yet?" Namjoon eyes traveled to the clock, his eyes clearly showed exhaustion. Jimin hummed, and proceeded to ask a question that had been floating in his head all day.

"How much longer is she staying? Every time I go in she stares me down...it's umcomfortab-"

"Wait she stares you down?" Namjoon interrupted him, his eyes going slightly wide. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, he nodded slowly. He watched as his eyes flickered to the males beside him, their eyes had widened as well.

"Um...what-"

Just then the door opened, a bright man walked in. "It's the weekend! Dramas and food here I come!" Hoseok said loudly as he approached the five. He stopped and stared at them, his smile instantly wiped off.

"What's going on..." he looked to Jin who showed to be as clueless as him.

"Yoongi's mom keeps staring Jimin down every time he goes in..." Jin said softly, no one else had bothered to answer his question. Just like the rest, Hoseok's eyes went wide and he froze.

Jimin shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Why are you all-"

"Get your things ready we're taking you home." Namjoon interrupted him and he rose from his spot, throwing on his suit's jacket. Jimin stood up and looked at him confused.

"I can get hom-"

"You're riding with me, Jin you take the car with Jungkook."

"I'll ride with you, Hoseok gave me a ride this morning." Taehyung spoke up, a determined look on his face as they all headed for the door. Jimin stood there looking baffled by the sudden change of attitude by everyone.

"Come on Jimin, you might not have all night." Hoseok spoke up, his words send shivers down the boy's spine. Jimin gulped and nodded, doing exactly what they said. He walked to his desk and gathered all his belongings.

He met up with everyone else at the elevator, they all squeezed themselves inside.

He could feel the tense air within, just like how he could feel the concerned stares. Jin exited first, Jungkook hand in his. "I'll lead, Jin will be behind. Be careful." Namjoon patted Jimin's shoulder and exited the elevator with Taehyung.

"What's going on?" Jimin turned to Hoseok as they walked out of the building into the frigid air.

He could see a large puff of air leave Hoseok's mouth, "We'll explain soon."

***

"Guys this isn't necessary"

Jimin looked around his kitchen as the five hungry men rummaged it. Jungkook was sitting on his counter, looking through a box he'd pulled out of the cabinet. Namjoon and Hoseok had their head shoved into the fridge while Taehyung crawled on the floor.

"What's- hey!"

Jin clapped his hand's, getting everyone's attention. "I'll make food, go to the living room." he pointed out and they all followed. Jimin did so too, seating himself alone in the single couch.

"Why?" he asked once it'd settled down between them. Namjoon looked at Hoseok before looking over to the youngest, "Go help Hyung.". He nodded and left the four.

"There's a possibility she's watching you."

Jimin froze, his entire body tensed up.

"We're staying with you for tonight, you can't go anywhere until she's gone which should be by Monday night. Understood?"

"I'll be spending the weekend here with you."

Taehyung said softly. Jimin nodded and let the feeling sink, and he awaited for it be numbed out.

He stayed quiet throughout their small 'slumber party'. All he could think about was the fact that someone may have been watching him.

His every move could possibly be monitored and the thought of it frightened him.

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Sorry for this chapter, it's no good. I'll make sure to make the upcoming ones better, I just haven't been feeling too well lately.

Hope you enjoyed!

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