The Business Place | k.nj + k.sj

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≪Seokjin's P.O.V.≫
≪Accident≫

I woke up early on Friday morning, pulling on a large, jersey-style shirt on and a pair of ripped jeans. I walked down the stairs and out of the complex, not forgetting to hide as much of my face as I can.

I shivered slightly in the still-cold weather outside, though I knew I wouldn't be out in it for long. I quickly crossed the street and opened the front doors to the office, greeting the lady at the front desk.

I took the elevators up to Namjoon's office, opening the door and greeting him as well. I felt my over-sized shirt slip off my shoulder, but I was quick to fix it.

I sat at my desk and zoned out as I got to work almost immediately. I opened my notebook and laptop as I began filing paperwork quickly and taking it to whoever needed it.

Once I entered Namjoon's office again, I noticed he wasn't there. I sat at my empty desk and reached in my bag, taking out a small workbook for English. It wasn't much, but it was all I could afford at the moment.

I grabbed a pencil and began to work on my English slowly, learning everything that I needed to know for right now.

"Seokjin-ah."

I turned around and looked at Namjoon hyung, who must've come in while I was working in the workbook.

"Don't forget about us going to Busan next month," he said, looking down at his papers on his desk. "We'll need to go out to get a few things before then, don't forget to remind me to make a list."

I nodded and took out a sticky note, writing 'Kim Namjoon's Busan List' across the top. I grabbed a piece of tape before taping it to the side of my desk so it wouldn't fly off.

"I'm planning on doing more than just look at land while we're down in Busan, but I don't really know what quite yet. I guess I could ask Jungkook, that is where he's from after all," Namjoon hyung thought aloud. "Do you want to go get lunch?"

I nodded, deciding on going, and stood up, fixing my shirt. I grabbed my bag and left with him, going down the elevator. I put on a mask and a beanie before we left the building, soon seeing the flashing lights of cameras in our faces once again.

Namjoon took me to his car and opened the door for me as questions were being yelled at us from every direction possible. People were still tugging on me, and if it weren't for Namjoon hyung, I would've been pulled out of the car. I massaged my elbow, since that's what they decided to pull on today, as Namjoon hyung climbed into the driver's side of the car.

"I'm so sorry," he sighed as he started the car. "I'll have to put out a statement later for them not to touch you, since it's putting you in obvious pain," he grunted. "I-I mean I'd still tell them to stop even if they weren't hurting you but-"

"I know what you meant hyung, it's okay," I chuckled.

He nodded, getting on his phone to text someone. I didn't peek to see what the message was, because I'm not nosy.

I soon saw a few people walk out of the building, walking towards the cars in our path. They got the people to move out of our way, so now we could go to lunch, but the vans and cars still followed us.