he paints with lies ❆ kookmin

6 • 여섯

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❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎.'◦• ⊱›────── January 19th 2020

jungkook

It had gone three days since my short lasting visit to Jimin's father's law firm, and I could not stop replaying it in my mind. Even in this meeting, I am thinking of him rather than what we are supposed to be discussing.

He was special; someone that had caught my interest at first glance─walking across campus in what was unmistakably dance clothes. It was an experience to talk to him, and it almost made me want to let him in.

"-ight Jungkook?"

"Pardon?" I said as I heard my name out of context. I had been spacing out completely.

"We would be able to present the prototype during the meeting this friday, right Jungkook?" My father repeated his question with annoyance evident in his tone. I noticed that also the five men in immaculate suits─and the assistant─were glancing at me.

"The new phone. Yes, of course?" I made it sound like a question rather than a statement. My father shook his head almost indistinguishably, probably annoyed at my lack of interest. When everyone in the room returned their focus to him, as he continued, I let out a breath I did not know I was holding. I started listening to what they were discussing, knowing that my father would want to go over what we are talking about again later.

Unlike what most of my friends believe, my parents are not unreasonable nor mean in any way. They are loving and caring, but if there are things we do not agree on, they need to win for everyone's best. They value other things than I do the most─the company being one. There are more interesting things to spend time on in my opinion. They want me to be happy, but they also place expectations on me like I have superpowers.

Even though I would rather paint than sit in business meetings though, I do enjoy working at the company. Especially when I get to design models for new products, and discuss ideas. Perhaps that is why I stay. But I would not like anyone else taking over the family company after my parents either.

"Now, let's move on to the statistics. The profits can be measured by-" I stopped listening to the sound of my father's voice when I felt my phone vibrate in the inner pocket of my suit.

I leaned back in my seat, taking my phone out carefully when no one looked my way. The screen lit up, and I saw a message from Jimin. I felt my heart beat faster as I read it, trying not to be obvious to the people in the room.

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unknown | 11:04am

Jungkook?

i hope you gave me
me the right number

Jimin, nice to
hear from you

You changed the name of
***-***-**** to Jimin

I'm sorry it took a while,
I'm trying to help appa as
well as hold lectures at the
same time

it's harder than I thought

Jimin, you don't have to
apologize for that

anyhow, you wanna
tell me something?

oh, yes