BTS OneShot Collection

No One Can... (JinMin) ANGST

It was times like this that Seokjin could not concentrate on his work. Peering a few seats to his left, he could see an angel at work. Jimin really is perfect, isn't he? He would always think to himself. He watched as Jimin would answer the phone on his desk and take notes on his computer while speaking to the caller. The caller's name, age, situation were all typed into his notes. Working for a suicide prevention hotline really seemed to be the perfect job for someone as caring as Jimin. Seokjin wondered if he was even worthy of being an equal coworker to him.

Part of Seokjin, though, didn't care if he was worthy. He wanted to be around Jimin. There was nothing wrong with wanting to be around such a sweet person, right? Seokjin didn't fully know what he felt whenever he looked at Jimin. Was it admiration? He highly doubted that it was envy. He wasn't jealous of Jimin's perfection and lovely personality. He adored Jimin, and maybe that adoration welled up inside of him as he watched him work.

Everything about him is so perfect. Seokjin thought. He had barely been able to tear his eyes away from Jimin all day. The calls kept coming, and Jimin kept calming the callers like the angel that he was. Seokjin did his best to help callers as well, but he might not be as suited for this line of work as Jimin was. However, there was no way he could even think of looking for another job. If he did that, he wouldn't get to stare at Jimin for sixty hours per week. Well, unless he finally mustered up the courage to ask the angel out, but he didn't know if Jimin even noticed him enough to return his feelings.

He's got to notice me, right? We've both worked here for so long. It was a hopeful thought in Seokjin's mind. By the time their shift ended, it was getting rather late. Their other coworkers were packing up their things and heading home. The lights would be turned off soon as the building would be locked up until tomorrow. Jimin stays late though. Once again, Seokjin's gaze was glued to Jimin. Why did Jimin stay late? No one else did.

"Staying late again, Jimin?" a coworker asked as he made his way by Jimin's desk.

With a small sigh, Jimin slightly shook his head."Yeah, I want to look over my notes and organize a little."

"Just don't overwork yourself." the coworker said with a soft smile.

Why can't I be that close to Jimin? Seokjin silently asked himself as he watched the other coworker pat Jimin's shoulder before walking away. It's not fair. I would be kind to Jimin. I would treat him well. With a confusing mixture of emotions, Seokjin headed toward the hall that would lead to the exit. However, he stopped as he heard something. Looking back into the large desk-filled room, he peered at Jimin, who was still seated at his desk.

Maybe Jimin failed to realize that Seokjin was still nearby. Perhaps he thought he was alone. In the solitude of the large office, he began to softly cry. He never let anyone else see him like this. It was a part of him that he would rather keep hidden. Jimin didn't want to appear fragile or not mentally equipped for this job.

The sounds of that soft crying caused Seokjin's chest to ache. This job must be tough for him. Sure, talking to people who were going through suicidal thoughts was saddening, but it seemed to affect Jimin more than some of the others who worked here. If he was mine, I'd do anything to help him feel better. Seokjin was sure of that. He must have a lot of sympathy for the callers.

Seokjin watched Jimin for a while. He just stood in silence as the other man cried then organized his notes once he was more composed. Does he have someone who comforts him after a hard day of this work? He wondered. I would comfort him. I would comfort him better than anyone else. Seokjin was so sure that he could help Jimin be happy. He just knew that he was the right match for him.