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11•A little help

Help like the old times

"Hey! Would you mind if I ask, how many months are you along?" The girl next to me suddenly asks, gaining my attention from the paperwork. It's been fairly three days that I have begun to settle down in the office.

"Momo, do your work, don't bother her!" Grace speaks, with the sound of keyboard tapping.

Jungkook was heard laughing lightly. "Oh my days, I bet Momo wanted to ask this ever since Y/n started working." He states, receiving a frown from her.

Jungkook's desk was facing mine, which makes it easier for him to judge my facial expressions. "Y/n, why do you look so lost?" He giggles again.

"Shut up, Kook!" I talk back, realising immediately how Grace and Momo's gaze now was settled on mine. They weren't aware of Jungkook being my roommate. I wish I could tell them, but only stopping due to professionalism.

"Erm, oops tongue slip. I mean, yes Momo, I don't mind answering that. Its been 5 months that I am carrying a child." I pass a friendly smile, she nods as I satisfied her curiosity, before mumbling something to herself.

"Sorry, did you say something?" I question.

"Oh no!" She chuckles loudly, clearly faking it. "It's just I thought since you are in this state, Taehyung would be easy on you and not pile you up with loads of work but guess I was wrong! It's been three days only and he's giving you tasks like you are working for months." She ends, even though I knew she didn't mean anything in a hurtful way, I kind of grow annoyed at the fact that I am getting excessive amount of work.

"Don't listen to her honey! She is just jealous!" Grace smiles.

"Not anymore though." Momo returns. ''I'm glad that I am not her. I don't wanna end up staying overnight.'' She circulates her eyes, not minding at all about my feelings.

I suddenly hear Jungkook whispering at my direction, "Wait I thought you were three months pregnant though?"

"Huh?"

fuck.

***

I enter Taehyung's room, making sure to make him aware of my presence by clearing my throat in annoyance. I was on my way to complain about he has been neglecting me for the past few days. 

I know I am being sensitive like yes, I want him to stay away from me but also I want him to talk to me at all times.

"Tae!" I call out, angrily reaching his table. His sleeves were pulled upwards stopping just below his elbows, few buttons were undone with tie loosely hanging. I could see his collarbones and a bit of his chest with my very own eyes. His hair was messy and eyes were straight glued to the papers. He looks extremely gorgeous.

He is good looking and I am attracted to him; because of our past and my feelings. It isn't easy to ignore him when my emotions were involved. Despite him messing up my hormones, one thing I can conclude is, he was stressed and extremely worried about something.

"Tae?" I call again, this time lowering my tone in concern.

He looks up from the papers and stretched his arms on the chair before facepalming himself to wake himself up. "What do you want?" He tiredly asks.

I forget the reason why I came here.

''My silence made him alert. ''Y/n, is everything okay? Are you okay-'' He grows concerned and before he could get up to come near me, I reply, ''Yes, I am fine! Don't worry about me.''