The Lie You Keep

Introduction

This first part came from the oneshot okay guys? Happy reading!

Winter was coming, he was sure of it. Birds were already starting to migrate to warmer climates and the temperature gradually decreased each day, making it colder and the surroundings whiter with the prospect of snow and cold winds. Trees were also beginning to grow bald, their mighty green and red leaves falling from branches and letting gravity pull them down till they reached the ground, forgotten and unbothered.

Which is the main reason Jimin was falling in line for a cup of hot chocolate. He had just left work for lunch but he didn't feel like eating. He just wanted to make himself warmer so he wouldn't freeze to death. Jungkook knows how much Jimin needs this. Else he'd kick the brat's face and leave him. Well maybe not leave him but the main point was across.

Park Jimin was a shy boy but he was really easy to be around. He had a comfortable presence and a bright personality, one of the things Min Yoongi lacked in his employees. So he went through Jimin's resume and gave him a call for an interview, glad to receive a positive reply of attendance. He interviewed the young boy and was happy at the genuine answers. Without hesitating, he gave him the job. Jimin was so happy to test out his newly-acquired skills of being an accountant. He thanked his new boss and promised big things. Yoongi knew then and there he wouldn't be disappointed.

Jimin peeks his head through the long line, huffing out an annoyed sigh. It's been ten minutes yet he's still stuck here. Why was business so slow?

A loud ringtone jolts him from his thoughts, almost cursing and hurriedly fishing his phone out of his pocket.

Eyes still on the counter he presses the green button and puts the device to his ear.

"Park Jimin where the heck are you?"

Jimin rolls his eyes, sweeping his brown locks away from his face.

"What did I tell you nitwit? I told you I was going out for my lunchbreak."

"Huh? Did you say anything?"

"Yes stupid I practically shouted I was going out. Jeon Jungkook where are your ears when I need them most?"

Yes, he was talking to his annoying co-worker and next-door neighbor Jeon Jungkook. He was younger by two years, and practically an annoying brat. But he did his work well and he was respected by Yoongi so Jimin had no choice but to begrudgingly be good to him as well. But he won't take any disrespect so he was adamant on teaching the younger some manners.

He could imagine him scratching his cheek in embarrassment. This kid...

"Oh jinjja hyung? Haha mian."

"Aishh why do I even put up with you?" wonders Jimin aloud, taking one step forward at seeing the last customer move away.

"Easy; you love me. I'm too irresistable for you hyung admit it."

Jimin crinkles his face. "Have you been hanging out with Jin-hyung lately? Stop that; otherwise your mom will scold me cuz we're in the same workplace."

Jungkook laughs anyway.

"Ugh quit it already you're making me lose focus."

"Cuz I'm an awesome person."

Jimin does another eyeroll. "Uggh I'm hanging up you vain maknae. Want anything?"

"Find me a girlfriend hyung."

"Whatever. Annyeong." He ends the call before he can hear another word from the kid's mouth. Really... he's so full of himself. But hey, that's Jungkook.

Turns out the younger helped in curing Jimin's boredom since he saw that only two people were left before his turn. Hm... guess that kid's useful. He's gotta thank him later.

It's his turn now and Jimin's having the misfortune of being face-to-face with a grumpy woman in her late thirties, he guesses.

Nonetheless he tries to smile politely and brightly.

"Hello um can I have a cup of hot chocolate?"

The lady stares back. "What size?"

Jimin looks up to the orders and decides on "Grande please. Can I have seventy percent sugar?"

"Sure thing sir." She punches in buttons and soon enough there's another worker to tend to his order.

Jimin searches his pockets and backpockets, slightly panicking due to the fact he can't find his wallet!

"Um on second thought can I just..." his words die as he sees his cup ready and freshly-made. His composure crumbles more. "I can't pay for it," he admits, blushing crimson in shame and embarrassment.