The Business Place | k.nj + k.sj

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≪Namjoon's P.O.V.≫
≪Coffee≫

I woke up to no replies from Seokjin from the texts I sent him the night before. My head still pounded from Saturday night with Yoongi and I have no idea what happened, I just know it wasn't good. I also knew that Yoongi has a video that he refuses to show me and it's been eating me away inside.

I knew I eventually had to come face to face with Seokjin, I just didn't want it to be in the next few hours, but I have to go into work. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't come in today, and honestly I'd prefer it to save the awkward tension.

I sighed and swung my feet over the side of the bed, stretching my back out and listening to my stiff joints pop as I stood up, running a hand through my tangled rat's nest of hair. I stumbled over to my closet and opened it, reaching in to grab a random shirt from its hanger, not really caring what color it was. I grabbed a pair of black pants and everything else I needed to get dressed.

I moved into my bathroom and began undressing, shrugging my shirt over my shoulders before buttoning it up and putting my fresh pair of pants on. I brushed my teeth and my hair before stepping out and putting on my shoes.

I checked my phone one last time, elated to finally see a text from Seokjin.

'Get your own coffee.'

Ouch.

But I probably deserved it. I most definitely deserved it. I sighed and put my phone in my back pocket, knowing Seokjin was big-time pissed at me right now. I left my house, locking the front door in the process, and drove to work, not bothering to pick up coffee at all.

I had no clue if Seokjin was already at the office or not, but I really hope he wasn't. I shouldn't even go into work today, but I was already halfway there. But I could turn around...

I sighed and pulled into the parking garage, parking my car and locking it after getting out and grabbing my bags. I entered the building and tried my best to avoid everyone I possibly could. I leaned against the wall of the elevator I was alone in and rubbed my forehead with my fingertips.

I really deserved all of this, didn't I. I should've rejected Yoongi's invite to the bar.

My hands felt clammy as one rested on the doorknob of my office door. I slowly pushed it open, peeking in, not seeing Seokjin's presence anywhere in the room. I let out a sigh of relief and swung the door open a bit more.

"You happy you didn't see me?"

I felt my soul leave my body and my brain just begged for a higher entity to create a black hole to suck me into the depths of Hell, but it seemed as if I was already there. Seokjin stood right beside me with multiple folders in his arms and a mug of half drank coffee between his fingers. His face was completely expressionless and I hated it with a burning passion.

"T-that's not-"

"Please move so that I can get back to my job, sir."

The last word was spat out with such malice and venom on his tongue that it sent chills down my spine. This five foot five man is scaring the absolute shit out of me, and the fact that he was succeeding was scaring me even more. I stepped out of his way and he turned into the room and went straight to his desk, setting everything down.