Mystic Messenger Yaoi Oneshots

(8) Jumin x V

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Word Count: 993

Cover Art: Neonxxj on DeviantArt

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THE FOLLOWING LINE IS A MAJOR PLOT SPOILER TO MULTIPLE ROUTES

This takes place after V's funeral in the game.

Jumin's POV

It's been three months since the funeral, and I can't help but feel as if I was the only one who cared. I mean, nothing has changed with them! I don't have anyone to sympathize with because no one seems to care!

Seven and MC still continue to be together, the two of them running their own small software agency that's gaining popularity.

Zen continued with his acting career as if nothing had happened at all.

And even my own assistant doesn't even shed a sad smile at me and my depressed state. No one has mentioned the fact that I'm so tired that I fall asleep at my office nowadays, and the fact that I've lost twenty pounds from missing dinner and breakfast because of my sleep deprivation.

I rub my face as the elevator rose to the top floor. This was getting to be too much. 

Once the door opens, I put on my mask, the one to hide my emotions, and walk pass Jaehee's desk, giving her a silent wave before heading into my office and closing the door behind me. 

Last night was my night off, so that was the only reason I hadn't slept in my chair. I probably have so many back problems because of it that I should go see someone, but then again, when am I going to have time to do that? 

I set my briefcase down beside my desk and immediately spot the small picture that's laying face up on top of a folder or two. 

I pick up the photo and inspect it, seeing that it's a picture of, what I presume to be, a high-class bar, with white brick walls and a classy aura. 

For the rest of the day, I wonder where it came from. It certainly wasn't mine, and that must mean that someone else put it there...

Right?

Once I finish all the paperwork that was due, I go around asking anyone if they knew the photo. Not even my own assistant saw anyone going in to place it there, which is very peculiar, considering her desk is the one you walk past to get in. 

For a lucky second day in a row, I get to go home to my flat. And all the way there, I think and ponder about the photo. Then, the moment I enter the threshold, I remember it being in close proximity to my childhood home.