The Lie You Keep

That Guy

Aishh!

This is the thirteenth time Jimin's been staring at the window.

But what exactly was he waiting for?

His hand unknowingly lifts to his mouth, nails waiting to be chewed, but before his hand and lips can come into contact another warm weight is on his forearm, bringing it down.

He looks to the side, only to be met with the sight of Jungkook gazing at him with this unreadable look.

Jimin wasn't the best when it came to reading emotions on people's faces, so this one was no exception. He preferred that the person speak since he's no mind reader that's for sure.

So he says "What do you want?" in this tone that was half-annoyed and half-weary, since he never knew what to expect from his neighbor.

"You've been quiet all day that's weird."

Jimin sighs as he spins his swivel chair around, back to facing his computer as if nothing was wrong.

Yeah he got a new computer isn't that great? But if it blows up again then he's screwed. There's no other word for it. Jimin is not one for sugar-coating, so yes. He might definitely lose his job.

"You're so distracted and jittery," pouts the younger as he circles around the other's chair, shoes clacking on the floor. He noticed that even his hyung's gaze was far and distant. He remembered the phrase 'physically present, mentally absent'. Well, his neighbor was showing it right now. Jungkook squats on the floor, the action highlighting his thick thighs. "Talk to me," he whines.

Jimin groans as he runs a hand through his locks, a frustrated sound leaving his plump lips as he types furiously on the keyboard.

Jungkook's surprised since he's never seen Jimin with this sort of energy. It's new, and angry. What triggered it?

As if seeing flashes of bright pink at the tips of white, he realizes.

A smirk grows on his lips as he leans to see the screen.

"It's that guy isn't it?"

"Would you please shut up? I'm trying to do something."

Jungkook stands, looks to the clock, then back at his hyung hunched over the computer screen. He scratches his nape, feeling awkwardly out of place.

"Then um... I'll let you know when it's time to go home. See ya hyung." He knows when he leaves that Jimin pays no mind, too busy in his own world to write a three-page apology letter to Taehyung, feeling like he did something wrong big time.

The clock continues to tick yet Jimin's not satisfied with five pages, all back-to-back.

He's about to work on a sixth page when there's a smart rap to his glass window, momentarily breaking him from his bubble to see Yoongi with a pile of papers in hand.

"I need you to check these out Jimin," he says, walking inside and placing the files on his desk. The weight of it makes the table wobble a bit, the pair staring at it before the wooden desk is peacefully sturdy.

Jimin breathes an audible sigh of relief before looking at his boss with a hard stare. Yoongi at least sheepishly smiles and apologizes.

"Are you planning on overtime?" Yoongi asks, curiously peeking at his worker's screen.

But Jimin suddenly jumps from his seat to cover the entire screen with his upper body, shocking Yoongi. Jimin was feeling frantic, and he was nervous. He can feel his heart thumping in his ribcage, blood rising to his cheeks. Boss cannot see the embarrassing things he has written.

He smiles toward his boss, as if he wasn't doing the most awkward position in an office, before Yoongi decides not to mess anymore, nodding and leaving briskly. He doesn't wanna see his workers freak out again because of his curiosity.

His question then rings in Jimin's ears, before he calls out "No sir I'm going home after this promise!"

Whew. That was too close for comfort.

Feeling stressed and drained, he fixes his things and manages to catch up to the brat, who was hauling a taxi when he saw him. So they went home together, talking of things about work and life.

Deep into the night, when the whole world was asleep and the shadows lurk in the darkness, appears a figure dressed in black, brown coat the only splash of color in their night attire.

They look up and around before their gaze lands on an office building.

Reaching inside the coat, a grappling hook is produced before the figure is darting across the night sky, feet lightly landing on the very top of the glass building.

"What's next sir?" There is silence before "Yes understood."

With that, he goes about his next task.

Aghhh what am i doing with my lyf??