Don't Go Baking My Heart || Jin x Reader

𝒥𝒾𝓃 𝟣

"I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do."

Once again, your boss refuses to give you more hours to work. He gave you a 30 minute lecture about how unfair it would be for him to grant you hours without granting others the same.

To avoid more lecture, you silently nod and leave his office. Sighing in frustration, you pack your belongings, clock out of work, and leave the building. As you step outside, your eyes automatically squint. The heat becomes unbearable the more steps you take. The bus stop is a twelve-minute eternal walk.

The truth lays in plain sight. Your student loans made it clear that studying in a expensive university and majoring a low income occupation was not worth the time and money spent. But still, you doubted yourself in the past and entrusted your future in someone else's judgment.

Your briefcase becomes heavier the more time passes. Just when your arms were close to wearing, you arrived at the bus stop. Quickly, you sit on the corner of the bench where the shade is and place your belongings on the floor. Your body slowly relaxes on the chair, leaning your body onto the back of the bench and closing your eyes.

"Look who's here," a blonde man says while smirking. You raise a brow and eye him quickly before closing your eyes again. The man being somewhat taller than you and possess an attractive figure.

"I can only count on Park Jimin to intrude my one moment of bliss," you say while chuckling tiredly. Jimin takes a seat next to you. He sighs heavily before raising his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders.

"Did Mr. Pabo forced you to finish paper work at last minute again?" He asks serenely.

"Thankfully, not today. Although, being honest, I would've preferred extra work than what he said to me."

"Was it the 'everyone needs money' speech?" You turn to look at him. Frowning is enough for him to understand what happened. Jimin pulls you closer with his arm still tugging your shoulders. Your head now resting on the crook of his neck. "Oh boy," he breathes out.

"Yes, everyone needs money, but why does snotty Jenny gets paid overtime when clearly her ex-husband's child support is enough to pay her excessively long acrylic nails," you huff out.

"Sweetie-pie, calm down. Would you really be willing to work 'overtime' with Mr. Pabo? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't work overtime with Pabo, even if my life depended on it. We all know what 'overtime' is."

"Oh, Jimin. My life does depend on overtime."

"Well in that case why don't I give you overtime." Jimin wiggles his eyebrows and smirks down at you. You push him off and laugh at his gesture.

"I'm desperate, but not that desperate." The two of you giggle.

Even in your lowest of moments, Jimin's flirtatious demeanor is uplifting. The two of you were close since freshman year in college. At the time, Jimin was a shy rascal who dedicated time in becoming a close friend of yours. Eventually, he succeeded. Funnily enough, both applied to the same company without knowing of each other's whereabouts.

"How much do you work for Pabo?" He suddenly asks.

"If I'm lucky, 4 days a week from 10am to 5pm."

"Four days if lucky?" Jimin asks shocked.

"Unfortunately, yes. I need more hours. I am close to falling in debt."

"You need a new job."

"I know, but no one is hiring. Secretaries aren't employable like they used to. As well, transportation and me don't seem to coordinate. Everyday I wake up at 6:30am to take the bus at 7:15am. After work I wait 40 minutes for the bus to arrive. Did I mention my house is 20 minutes away from here?"