hours have passed and seulgi is bored to death.
there is something about the atmosphere that gives an unusual chill in this kiss of sunlight; something in this room that makes she feel like laying in snow instead of autumn leaves.
jimin looks so cold while working, and seulgi doesn't like it.
with full focus on his stack of documents, the anthropologist seems as determined as a soldier going to battlefield. he remains silent, his eyes switch their concentration from that bright screen to those tight papers, his fingers wouldn't stop typing. yet at the same time, there is pride in his eyes and passion in his expression that manifests so intensely. jimin would set his own path and fight his own way, like an awakened warrior who's never had a taste of lost.
to him, work is a tangible version of love perchance. through what one sees the other has accomplished, they can tell what the other wants and goes after. thus that's what seulgi sees in the man - an exceptional passion from finding things he can pour his life into. it's indeed healthy to get your life busy with something you love doing, to be who you are regardless of what anyone else thinks.
still, seulgi's brows draw a decent frown upon the scene. she wants his attention. full. attention.
"jimin," she calls the man, finding herself approaching his desk unconsciously.
and in an instant, jimin's warmth is back again, as if her voice has ignited his spirit. a soft smile creeps onto his lips and his gaze pours sweetly on hers, no longer stuck on the laptop.
"yes dear?" the guy reaches out for her hand, caressing her slender fingers which could possibly belong to a pianist. holding them tight, jimin feels his heart melts bit by bit. her hands are like the missing piece to his puzzle, as for the empty space between hers are fitted perfectly by his.
"hehe," seulgi grins widely. his reaction gives her a sense of satisfaction, the girl must admit. after receiving the heat from him, she skips joyfully back to her seat like a kid who has just been praised. mayhap the young woman can't hide the delight, as she keeps swinging her legs back and forth while humming to a random melody in major key.
seulgi is an easy person. if jimin is happy, she is happy.
seeing the girl all high-spirited again, jimin returns to the awaiting work. his schedule has been packed recently, the research department is in need of a new topic to develop and submit to the headquarters. that's why jimin was discussing with namjoon on his current subject on reminding people about a thought-to-be-nonexistent phenomenon and call out for an anti-slavery society.
but words after words soon cause the young anthropologist a headache. the raven-haired leans back on his chair, massaging his temple in weariness. he feels dizzy from reading those humanity misconduct of the dark era and from the fact that it's still occurring somewhere in this cruel world.
"seulgi-ah," jimin sings the other's name. that's right, he needs a break, and seulgi is the only dose of consolation that matters.
the girl looks up to his voice as she notices jimin is waving his hand, signaling her to come closer. upon the other's gesture, seulgi walks over and it doesn't take long for her to be at his side once again. he looks at her softly, opening his arms wide.
"i'm so tired. may i please have a hug?"
he lets her decide, and said no more, seulgi immediately dives into his warm, welcoming clasp. then she settles herself in the old favorite position: sitting on his lap, wrapping both hands around his neck.
