Jungkook's Heart - Taekook

four.

Jungkook found himself on the same path again on the way back home from his office. He was determined to never think of that guy again. He had thrown away the cup in the trash can in his office, hoping it would cut the mental tie to Taehyung. Maybe getting rid of a physical possession of Taehyung would help? Yes. It would help.

He became quite helpless. And desperate. He overworked himself, worked until 12 pm at night to make sure he was busy, to make sure his mind was occupied. He was planning on doing everything he could to not have a single moment of spare time. He unlocked his door, made some instant ramen, but collapsed on his bed before he could even eat it. He woke up at 8:15 with only 45 minutes to get to the office.

Shit.

He took a quick shower, pulled two pieces of clothing that were sitting at the top of the pile in his closet (a white shirt with ripped jeans, his employer was all about creating a "comfortable and relaxed work environment") and heated up his instant ramen in the microwave left from last night. It was soggy and not nearly as warm, but he really didn't have much time, and the only thing his employer was ever strict about was getting to work on time. He said it showed "commitment" and "personal engagement". It didn't matter however late you left the night before  if you were even late by a single minute in the morning, because apparently being there bright and early in the morning was "important for motivation, for the individual and for the team".

8:50. Ten minutes left.

Shiiit, shit shit shit. He is going to burn me alive.

He rushed out of the house, barely remembering to lock the door, and practically ran to the office. He realized he didn't have his morning beverage, and did not have time to get one. He could get some of the crap coffee from the coffee machine at work - but no, that tasted like shit. Oh well. Adrenaline is as good as caffeine. I couldn't be more awake right now.

He closed his eyes tightly as he got closer to the coffee house, not even wanting to glance at it for a millisecond as if it was a burning magnesium strip; as though the damage would be equivalent to getting permanently blinded if he even merely glanced at it.

He took a deep breath as he passed the danger zone, but kept on running.

8:56. Almost there Jungie. Calm down.

He walked through the doors at 8:59:48. Phew. That was a close one.

He walked into his room to see the chair, which was facing the back, turn around sharply. Someone was sitting in it, and that someone did not look very pleased.

"Daisy? What on earth are you doing?"

"Jungkook? I could ask you the same. I found this in your trash yesterday", the crazy secretary said in a scolding voice, pointing to the cup in her other hand. "Explain."

"What the hell do you mean 'explain'? I'm five years older than you. Get out of my chair."

"Don't avoid the question, mister. Why did you throw this away? Hmm? Hmmmm?" she stood up and leaned in, an extremely determined and cross look on her face.

"Daisy. It's none of your business. I already told you I'm not interested in him. Plus, I thought you wanted to meet him."

"Yes, well he's extremely hot. And kind, and positive, but also manly... But it turns out he's not interested in me. Didn't even look at me twice. And I'm so cute! I've never been so outright rejected before!" she said sadly. "But that's what made me even more determined to convince you!!! It seems he really likes you, come on, give him a chance!"