Voyeurism - pjm

12

You let out a relaxed sigh to yourself as you held the paintbrush in your hand, examining the empty canvas on the stand in front of you. You tilted your head to the side, trying to portray the many emotions in your mind onto the canvas.

After having your talk with Jimin last weekend, you realized how much your hand missed the feeling of holding a paintbrush. How your eyes missed staring at the many different colors of paint that were packed away into a box, sitting in the laundry room. You hadn't painted since you were in college, when your stress levels were through the roof with the numerous exams and constant worry about failing a class.

You picked up the paint brush and closed your eyes, inhaling a deep breath. You got a vision in your mind before the bristles of the paint started to drag along the canvas. A small smile formed on your face as you continued painting, letting your mind drift away from reality.

Jimin and you spoke occasionally throughout the week since he caught you watching him reading through his window. You felt much too awkward to hang out with him because of the guilt chewing at your insides. Yes, he didn't catch you watching him touching himself or having sex with a girl, but it still scared you. If he had seen you watching him reading, imagine how much more alert he'd be when in his living room. You were lucky he didn't catch you watching something worse than reading.

Joy headed back to California, leaving you to battle your emotions that revolved around Jimin. Yes, she was a phone call, Skype call, or text away, but you didn't want to bother her too much. After all, she didn't really see an issue with Jimin catching you. 'He wouldn't leave his blinds open that many times on accident. The fact that he's a realtor to top it off shows that he knew about a new neighbor living in that house.' Her words kept echoing throughout your mind, questioning if she was right.

If Jimin knew I watched him having sex, would he still try being friends with me, though?

Namjoon and you started becoming good friends. He told you all about his career as a music producer and showed you some of his songs. You were surprised that he was so good at rapping. Jennie was also good at rapping, and Namjoon had produced some songs specifically for her to rap on. They were still trying to get pregnant, and you were hoping that they would eventually. They were both immensely nice and caring people, not to mention the fact that they're both good looking and talented. You could only imagine how talented their child would be.

You smiled to yourself as you reminisced the past week in your mind. Your paintbrush continued moving as you subconsciously started painting the vision in your mind. You snapped out of it when your phone went off, startling you as you pulled the paintbrush away from the canvas, causing a splatter of paint to get on your white painting smock. You looked down at the splatter and let out a small laugh, noticing the other little stains of paint from previous times you had painted. Setting the brush down, you stepped over to your phone, wiping your hands on the smock in the process.

Boss: Hi, Y/N. It's Mr. Jung. I know today is a Sunday and one of your off days, but there's been an issue with one of the documents we've submitted to a client. Would you mind coming in to work today? It'll only be for a few hours until the issue is resolved, and you will be paid overtime.

You let out a soft sigh before deciding to comply. Your thumbs started typing on your phone as you wrote a response to your boss.

Extra pay wouldn't hurt, right?

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You felt the cool air hit your face as you walked into your office building, getting goosebumps on your body. Your legs were exposed due to your black pencil skirt that you decided to wear today. You were wearing a navy blue blazer that hugged your waist perfectly. Underneath, you had on a white dress shirt. You opted for ballet flats rather than wearing heels, seeing as you'd be the only one in the office.

Once you made it to your station, you set down the Michael Kors purse your mother had given you for Christmas last year onto your desk. You adjusted your hair, combing your fingers through it before scanning the office to see if anyone else was around. You saw a figure standing up, hunched over their desk. You tilted your head, trying to figure out what the person was doing.

The person didn't seem to notice your presence, so you lifted your bag off your desk before plopping it onto the surface once more, making a louder sound. The figure stood up straight before whipping around to look at you. You smiled as you saw the one, the only Jungkook.

His eyebrows lifted, his eyes showing a slight hint of confusion yet innocence as he then put the set of papers onto his desk. His mouth remained open for a moment before he snapped out of it, smiling over at you. You returned the smile before waving.

"So, Mr. Jung called you in today too?" You asked as you then turned away from him for a moment, turning on your computer monitor.

"Uh, yeah. He called me this morning saying that one of the documents we turned in isn't right," he started before he walked over to my desk. I stood up straight, turning back to face him as he walked over to me. His eyes stared down at the paper as he walked, his tongue pressed against the side of his mouth as he was deep in thought over the set of papers. "I started my shift at 11 but I haven't found anything wrong with it." He stated before handing you the papers.

He shut his eyes tightly, his brows furrowing in the process. He brought his right hand up to his face as he started to rub his index finger and thumb against the bridge of his nose for a moment. You looked away from him and down at the papers, scanning the first page carefully. You pressed your lips together as you stared down at the document, eyes moving slowly as you read from left to right multiple times. Your brows furrowed in the process, not finding a mistake on the first page.

Flipping the page, you started to look down the second page. You crossed your arm under the one holding the paper out in front of you. You shook your head slowly as you didn't see anything wrong with the paper.

Your heart jumped in your chest as you felt a presence directly behind you. Your hand that was holding the paper found its way to your chest as you became startled. Jungkook stood behind you, widening his eyes at your expression. He innocently put both of his hands up as he spoke.

"S-sorry, I just wanted a b-better look at the, erm... p-paper." You slightly relaxed as you heard his response. You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, hearing the cute lisp in his voice along with seeing how innocent his face looked. You could tell he was being genuine based on the way his brows were lifted and his eyes were still wide. You slightly slapped his arm with the document before shaking your head.

"Don't scare me like that." You started laughing softly before turning back to the document. Your body wandered next to him and you held out the paper in front of the two of you, both of you scanning the page for errors.

"This looks weird." Jungkook stated before pointing towards the paper at a specific line. You furrowed your eyebrows before handing him the paper and opening a drawer in your desk. You pulled out a handbook filled with the correct words, codes, and numbers that should be entered into documents.

"Do you know what company this is for?" you asked as you looked up at him. He turned over the front page and looked at the company name before showing you. You flipped to the correct page in the handbook for that type of company. Mentally regretting your decision to come into work today, you showed him the page. "Nope, that looks right according to this."

You then looked down, paying more attention to the company name and the type of business they were.

Just my luck, a company for real estate agents and realtors.