It's Our Secret Angel~

Meeting You Was What I Wanted~

Jimin felt horrible. He had expected to recover over the weekend but had been very, very wrong. Jungkook and Taehyung had decided that drinking heavily for the past three nights was a great idea, leaving Jimin with a piercing headache and a lot of work to do.

Suddenly all the words on his page blurred together making reading just about impossible. Gibberish was all he could interpret. Why did he let those two idiots convince him into doing anything. He knew everything they suggest always ends up being a mistake.

"Oh my- Is that Mr Jung?" Those words were all it took for Jimin to become curious. There was still traces of alcohol flowing through his veins, so his shyness was being ignored as of now, and being replaced with something much worse. Recklessness. That's the sort of person Jimin became once he got himself intoxicated. As well as a little needy, but he would deny that.

His head poked out from his confined space as he looked around for his faceless boss. He had been so shy when being interviewed, he wasn't sure he could remember anything. Though the idea of Mr Jung being gorgeous had been drilled in his mind, and he could sort of agree if the image of his boss had been stored in his mind correctly.

Dark hair, warming eyes, and one of the sweetest smiles he had ever seen. That was what he could remember. All he could remember. He wanted to believe that was the truth and leave it as it was, but his eyes scanned the space looking for someone familiar but also unfamiliar. Plus, he would be the only one walking around at this time.

Jimin felt like a spy as he searched desperately for his boss. It was something Jimin never would have done while sober, but his partly drunk mind was completely fine with staring at a handsome man, quite obviously. His curiosity had been building for over two years.

Then he saw him.

He had thought maybe his eyes had been lying with their memory of his boss, and that the other employees loved to exaggerate how attractive their boss was, but as he stood in front of Jimin he came to the realisation that there was no lie.

His boss stopped as the two of them made eye contact. Jimin hadn't meant to draw attention, but he just couldn't stop staring, his eyes scanning over the tall male. His eyes tired, but his skin still clear and looked soft. His hair was the same, the dark brown strands sat gently on the top of his head. His body wasn't very soft looking though. He had built himself up, and Jimin could see through his tight white shirt that he managed to keep himself defined.

Jimin wasn't sure how long he had been gazing at his boss, but the thick tension finally hit him. Mr Jung hadn't let Jimin leave his sight either, and Jimin just prayed no one else was witnessing the strange scene. But the look in Mr Jung's eyes was taking the air out of his lungs. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he didn't want him to stop.

"Oh, Mr Jung! I'm sorry!" The female employ that had requested Jimin's help the other day, the weird touchy one, just about yelled as she bumped into her boss. Jimin felt a burning rage run through his body as she carelessly hit him.

Mr Jung's attention was finally moved away from Jimin and fixated on his other employ. She was pretty Jimin had to admit, but he didn't exactly swing that way. Though, he couldn't say the same for Mr Jung, so as she flirtingly put her hand on his shoulder Jimin looked away quickly. He didn't even know what had gotten into him, but he didn't want to watch whatever was happening now.

"It's alright, just carry on. I need to be places." It would have sounded cold to Jimin if Mr Jung hadn't sounded so kind. He couldn't even see him, but could guess he was smiling. The thought made Jimin want to turn and see for himself, but he had seen enough.

Jimin's work was now the most interesting thing in his life. That's what he tried to tell himself, but his ears still tried to pick up the sounds coming from behind him, or more focused on Mr Jung and his footsteps as he walked away.