Exes And Hoes

Third Wheel pt. 1

"Miss Choi, I've been calling your name for the last minute."

Seokjin, who's leaned back in chair, mutters sullenly while adjusting his freewheeling collar.

"Ah... Sorry." You drop your head slightly and with a sigh softer than his mellow gaze, Seokjin's gaze anchors to yours.

Looks like you've done it again.

You gulp.

He tilts his head slightly, glass in hand. "Hey... Something on your mind?"

"N-No! It's not like that!"

Seokjin winces to your screech, clutching at his dress shirt dramatically. He may be full grown but as far as you're concerned, still possesses the vulnerable heart of a five year old child.

A short silence tumbles throughout the room.

"Sorry about that. You caught me off guard..." You clear your throat.

"Yeah, no kidding."

How can he still chuckle even though you practically gave him a flipping heart attack?

Nevertheless, you're glad he can patch up any mood with his uniquely contagious laughter. Thank goodness for that.

As Seokjin remains totally oblivious to your wandering thoughts, he removes his glasses and casts them to the side, abruptly revealing his perfectly symmetrical visage. Then hot against yours, his gaze pursues.

"I'm glad you didn't change, you know that?"

An enormous shiver shoots up your spine.

He speaks so tenderly, almost as if... personal.

"What?"

Before you can even squeak another word, he claims the papers resting in your lap, flicks out a pen shoved deep in his slacks and signs them hastily.

"They're distracting you too much." He complains under his breath.

At this rate he's definitely going to miss out on the sweet victory of seducing your attention if he's losing to something as unimportant as a paper.

A warm smile lathers his already smitten look. "In Shanghai I couldn't get my mind off of you. It felt so lonely not waking up by your side." He rises and leans over his desk, whispering huskily, "Surely you understand now, right?"

You avert your gaze.

Your face is burning, heart soaring, mind blanker than ever.

Oh god holy mother of hecker!

You brace yourself for rough impact as his shadow crawls closer... wanting... hoping... dying with this killer addiction flowing through his veins. You, spilling into his mind.

You, poisoning his judgement like this.

You, distracting him.

In place like a heavy block of ice, you're waiting for his pulse to leap through your body upon fresh touch.

Only... it never comes.

Gradually your eyes flutter open and you take notice of the pink crawling his cheeks as he glides back into his seat.

What's with that expression?

He looks like the one who just tried flirting was you and not vise-versa. Returning to his desk, Seokjin shifts his focus to the computer on his left, trying to pass his throbbing heart by coldly sifting through emails.