crimson tears ➣ pjm

➣ quatre

"we need jimin's help." i was about to open the door to our room when i heard my co-workers talk about me. i stopped myself out of mere curiosity. i can't even recognize the voices since i rarely talk with any of them. 

"do we really have to?" another guy interrupted. "i mean, every time he's involved, shit just gets depressing."

"what do you mean?" a girl asked. "what's that related to our new sales?"

"listen, eri. jimin has no charm whatsoever. he never even smiles or strikes a conversation with any of us. what makes you think he could somehow make the biggest sale of the year? he can't handle that client. i think the fuck not. if anything, someone who does everything and anything to get along with everyone in here and has the best customer reviews should do it." 

well, this guy's selling himself out too much. but i couldn't care less. if he wants it, he can get it.

i opened the door, shocking them. and of course, just as anyone would do, they all went back to their own booths, pretending to go back to work as if they weren't just talking about me. it's funny. 

whoever that guy was, he's right about me being antisocial at work. but he's wrong about me not being able to make that sale. i know he knows it.

now that i think about it, i might just talk to my boss about it later tonight. he'll surely give it to me since i've brought the largest amount of sales for the past seven months. and to think i only started working here ten months ago. 

outside of work, i'm quite similar as well. i don't start conversations unless i'm buying something. the girls who sleep with me are the ones who hit on me first. there's something about girls and mysterious, brooding men. most of them seem to like the ones who are broken, those who could hurt them. it's a stupid thing to have the need to change another person, or to "fix" them. 

i felt something thrown at me. a ball of paper. it fell on the floor and rolled underneath my desk. i picked it up and unfolded it. 

"i think you can do it, don't listen to them. ps. you're not depressing to me - eri" was written. 

i looked behind me and saw a girl obviously blushing and hiding her smile. who's this kid? did i ever even talk to her at all these seven months? i don't think so. 

i slowly rolled my chair towards her and said, "thanks." then went back to work.

i think i heard a tiny squeal coming her way.