GAME ON • P.JM

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april 18th, 2018

Jimin

"I thought I made myself clear on what I wanted the public to know.." Jimin calmly says to his personal secretary.

"Sorry" she squeaks, head in her palms.

He rubs her arm, "we all make mistakes."

She looks into his eyes, moving her lips closer to his-

"JIMIN YOULL NEVER BELIEVE-"

Jimin turns on his heels quickly as he hears his hyung coming toward his direction. In fact he was quite thankful for him.

It's not that he hated his employee, he would never without reason, but he wasn't interested in a relationship after just finally getting out of one.

"What's so important Hoseok?" He asks, arching his eyebrow in a curious yet attractive way.

Hoseok wiggles his brows at the sight of the woman behind jimin being so close to him, but with a pout on her thin lips.

"They released the game!" He squeals like a child, pulling a toothy grin and raking his finger through his soft locks of hair.

Jimin grins, finally after all this time waiting.

"Mine, 10pm." Jimin says as hoseok leaves the room.

He makes his way back to his desk, sending off his secretary and beginning on his work.

She lets out a puff strutting out of the room away from her employer.

later..

Finally.

A sigh of relief exhales from Jimin's thick lips as he adds the finishing touches to the project he's been working on for weeks. If this didn't get him his long awaited 3 weeks off work, he didn't know what would.

He licks his dry, cracked lips and rubs his hands together thinking of the game that was finally released today.

Without a doubt he knew Hoseok was already on his living room couch, admiring the disc and looking for some tips and tricks to cheat the game. Typical Hoseok.

He pushes himself away from his desk on his roller chair and stands up, brushing the non existent dirt from himself off. He nearly tucks in his chair, closing his files and shutting down the computer before swinging his coat over one shoulder and making his way to the exit.

Checking the time on his watch he sees that it's half ten, he's already half an hour late. Not that Hoseok wouldn't have already found himself something to do to keep himself occupied. Again, typical Hoseok.

He speeds out the door, not locking it because he knows that the cleaners will anyways.

Hopping into his white sports car, he drives off toward his apartment, not giving a damn about anything else but getting there and getting to that video game.

Except he should have been giving a damn.

He barely avoids a head on collision by swerving around a car that was trying to speed ahead of a lorry, both in which where heading the opposite direction.

Jimin's heart drops to his stomach. How reckless of him. He cautiously drives the rest of the way home, taking the back roads to avoid the press that he knew would be looking out for him on the main roads.

Being this popular with his customers sure supplied him with fame.

A lot of it.