BloodLust [JiminxReader]

VIII

******The Next Morning******  

Y/N:

"Thank you." You sweetly smile, slightly bowing down to the lady working behind one of the bars inside the company, as she kindly hands you your coffee and a sandwich.

Spinning on your heels, you sit on a free stool by a circular tall black table, your eyes drifting to the TV, absently watching the morning news, a reporter currently going on about the traffic at different highways connected to Seoul.

You take a bite out of your sandwich, calmly chewing. For once, - mostly due to the lack of practices – you managed to get to the company with enough time to enjoy some time at the bar and eat something of your taste.

As your eyes leave the TV you check your phone, a conversation opened with your roommate, you taking this time to ask for his confirmation to the party that your company is throwing, tonight.

Time flies and, today, is the five-year mark, Namjoon wanting to celebrate it.

For a moment, you thought about asking Jungkook to be your plus one, but you had already asked Jin, last week, and you didn't want to seem rude to change your invitation at such late hour.

???:

"'Morning!"

You look up, ignoring your phone, seeing Mary taking the seat in front of yours, she too holding a cup of coffee, some steam floating from it to the air above it.

Y/N:

"'Morning." You greet back, your tone sour. "Did you sleep well?"

She gives you a smirk, and you just know that she didn't listen to any words spoken or written by you.

MARY:

"Like a baby."

Y/N:

"I bet." You murmur to yourself, clenching your jaw. She squints her eyes, not quite grabbing what you said. As you notice it, you decide this is the right time to change the subject, while you can. "So, you already got a dress for tonight?"

She simply nods, a wide smile spreading across her lips. She always was a fashion woman, so it's quite obvious that she, probably, picked the dress weeks ahead of time.

You hum at her silent response, looking back to the TV, your sandwich meeting your mouth, again.

You can feel that she's staring at you, fidgeting on her seat, before leaning closer, regaining your attention.

MARY:

"...Things are not awkward between us, are they?"

She asks, her tone dubious, to which you simply frown.

Y/N:

"Why would they be?"

You see her biting her bottom lip, anxious, her eyes locked on you, trying to read your expression.