Your POV
"Where is he?" I mumbled walking through the empty studio building. It would be so much easier if I could smell. I'd be able to smell his appley scent. It was really quiet in the building, it was a Sunday after all, but he said he'd be here. He told me to meet him here. As I rounded the final corner of he last hallway I came to a sudden halt.
"Oh...um..."
"Hey beautiful."
"I'd appreciate if you keep the sweet names to yourself. Jimin doesn't appreciate them too much."
"Sorry." Jackson chuckled. "What about you?" He asked tilting his head.
I raised an eye brow. "What about me?"
"Do you appreciate compliments?" He started to walk over to me slowly and I took a step back.
"No." I said a little more annoyed than I intended.
"Sure you do." He laughed. "You're just trying to be loyal to shorty."
"He's not that short."
"You are the same height as him...makes him short."
"Whatever." I said, trying to not talk about Jimin with somone I know he doesn't like. "Have you seen him?"
His eye brows raised and a smirk formed on his lips as he came a little closer. "You're alone?"
I swallowed. "No, I just cant find Jimin. He's here."
"Ah." He responded still smirking. "Why don't I help you find him?"
"Ummm..."
"Come on...I'm not going to do anything to you."
I looked into his eyes and surprisingly so I didn't feel uncomfortable. I...believed him. He was smiling sweetly, his smirk gone. Maybe he isn't such a bad guy like Jimin thinks he is. A flirt maybe...but not bad.
"Um, well okay. I've searched this entire floor and he's not here."
"Did you look in Namjoon's studio?"
"No?"
He laughed. "Um...well lets start there?"
"Why would he be there?"
"He didn't tell you about the song they were working on, did he?"
"No."
he smiled and featured me to follow him. We headed towards Namjoon's studio as he continued to talk.
"Oh...well maybe he meant for it to be a surprise...I hope I don't ruin anything."
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"I ran a favor for Jin."
"Oh."
We reached his door and I knocked. When the door opened Namjoon's eyes went wide.
"Noona? What are you doing here?"
"Baby?" I heard behind him. I smiled when I saw Jimin but he looked confused. "What are you doing here?"
"You asked to meet me here." I said a little blandly.
"No I didn't."
"You texted me an hour ago..." I pulled open my messages and handed him my phone. He looked at it weirdly and then pulled out his matching the messages up.
"I didn't send these texts." He looked up at Namjoon who shrugged. That's when Jimin came futher into the hallway and saw Jackson. "What the hell are you here for?"

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Drop Of Eternity ✔️
FanfictionDancing was your life, but you never were able to make a career out of in the way you dreamed. Injuries from your hard work always took you away from the big times, and office work made you miserable. Finally, impressing the 7 owners and operators...