ceo; pjm (cringe af do not read)

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After teaching Taehyung his lesson yesterday, I was pretty satisfied.

Today was Monday. The day I have been waiting for all weekend.

I didn't know what Jungkook might think about me now, but hell if I cared. The only thing on my mind was Jimin.

I wanted to see him. I had to. There was no way of me surviving if I didn't see him today.

I knew I was going sick. Crazy. Mad. Call it whatever, I was just turning to some Jimin-freak.

But, what about him?

I knew the answer. Didn't dare to think about it though. Why would I hurt myself by sticking to the truth?

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My heart's pace sped up with every step I took, as I entered my office that was attached to Jimin's.

Nevermind wanting to see him.

My heart ached. He wasn't there, yet. He was probably late, which didn't happen often either. I sighed, throwing my bag on my desk. I sat on my spin chair. I shut my eyes tightly, another sigh escaping my lips. I rubbed my temples, thinking about Jimin again, and his warmth.

Fuck, what's wrong with me?!

I wasn't happy with myself, but at the same time I was. The familiar aching started growing in my heart again.

"What is wrong with me? Am I that sick?" I didn't open my eyes, neither did I notice someone entering my office. When a light 'hello' was whispered into my ear sweetly, a little too sweetly, I flinched and my eyes opened the second.

"Good morning, beautiful."

The first thing that came into my mind was his appearance. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair was all over the place. His lips were unusually dry, too.

But still, he looked breathtaking. Mesmerising. Beautiful. Handsome. Impressive, Admirable.

Anything, anything good.

He was just flawless. Nothing else.

Maybe he was just full of flaws, and maybe I was too blind to see them.

I was.

My heart's pace quickened up, and it's aching didn't stop. My eyes were wide, my lips were parted, and my cheeks were as red as a rose. My eyes glistened, as a small smile formed on his lips.

I wanted to greet him back. I wanted to talk. I couldn't. Silence. It wasn't awkward silence, which I would've expected after our last encounter. No. It was the type of silence you would have with a friend you were in love with.

But, in this case, he wasn't my friend. Nor did I love him,

I think. I might just have a small crush, but I don't love him.

"G-Good M-Morni-" I couldn't end my sentence, as I took in a deep breath. My hearts aching didn't stop, nor did it help me speak. It just made it worse.

His smile turned into a smirk, but behind that smirk I saw how he fought hard to hide his chuckle. My cheeks flushed again of embarrassment.

"Uh..." I avoided eye contact. For a split second, I saw how his lips twitched, and curved into a smile.

My heart, please stop. It hurts.

I surpressed a cry of pain and vulnerability, and forced a smile on my lips. I took a deep breath, and didn't make eye contact while greeting him back

His next word made my heart squeeze, painfully.

"Cute."

Stop lying. If you don't mean it, don't waste your words on me.

Even though I knew he was just lying, I couldn't help my ears and cheeks turning a darker shade of pink.

When he got no response from me, his smile faltered. He just blankly stared at me, looking very tired.

My heart felt like it was going to explode from both- pain and nervousness.

I felt like my eyes were decieving me. He looked... tired. So tired. With every second that passed, he looked even more tired and sick than the other.

Concern started bubbling up in the pit of my stomach. So many emotions, together made me nauseous. It simply was too much, but the pain.

The pain was making everything feel numb, slowly. Each second passed like minutes, hours. The pain that I felt in my heart made my eyes sting, and that's what Jimin noticed to, but chose to ignore the pain I felt. Maybe because he didn't care, maybe because he didn't want to question it. It was just in hard for me to read him. I wanted to know about him so bad, so so bad. I want to know why he turned into the person he is now, why?

I felt the urge to cry, as i swallowed down a helpless plea of pain. I couldn't. Not in front of him.

"Y-You look... t-tired." I softly whispered, my hands toying with eachother.

"I am." He leaned away from me. I finally looked up at him with a squeezing heart.

"I'll be off then. And, could you stay a little late today? I- uh... need some help later on." He nodded down at me, and my eyes widen.

Stay... Late?

Staying late with Jimin. The Jimin I have been continuously thinking about since friday. I couldn't help the blush that spread through my cheeks, again.

Along with the thundering of my heart, the pain didn't ease.

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This chapter was so wierd, I have to write longer chapters. This is so boring until now, but In the next episode, it'll be about Jin and namjoon. After that, itll be about Tae and... ;)

I love you guys so much, thanks for reading my sweethearts. ♥