Imperfect Perfection

☆chapter 3☆

Namjoon swung open the doors to the office building he worked at and rushed to his desk. Namjoon worked as an editor for a book publishing company and unfortunately he had to share his office space with his coworkers, Hoseok and Yoongi.

The male threw his folder on top of the table and started unpacking his things, his hands flowing around everywhere, messily trying to organize his desk- and failing miserably. Sheets and documents flew around, landing graciously on the floor as the chaotic male hurried himself to start working. His mind was everywhere- the previous events of that morning kept replaying inside his head like a broken CD, and the delicate facial features of the male who he met were carved in his confused brain.

"Good morning to you too, Namjoon" Yoongi said monotonously, not even bothering to look up from his desk as he focused on his own work.

"Oh, morning guys. Sorry, I'm kinda all over the place right now, it's been a hectic morning" Namjoon chuckled awkwardly, somewhat ashamed. He heard Yoongi mumble a 'yeah, no shit', but decided to brush it off.

"You're so screwed" Hoseok stated, watching the male try to figure out his own mess, amusement painted on his features and his signature smile dancing on his lips "You're, like, more than screwed: Hitman Bang is going to kill you"

"Oh, stop exaggerating things. Hitman Bang loves him" Yoongi said, this time actually taking the time to look up from his desk "He'll probably just lecture Namjoon"

It is kinda true: their boss definitely loved Namjoon. He had taken the male under his wing when he was having trouble finding a job and treated the aforementioned like his own son. Namjoon was extremely thankfull for his help, but his coworkers would constantly tease him about it. Namjoon just shook his head at the two boys antiques and pulled out the paper Jin gave him. He felt a weird warmth spread through his body as he stared at it, a unbeknownst smile forming on his lips. Hoseok leaned over his shoulder to read the paper. His eyebrows raised and his lips formed into an oval shape as he saw the phone number and the heart scribbled on the piece of paper, quickly dashing his hand forward and snatching it from Namjoon's hand. Namjoon spinned backwards, trying to grab it back but Hoseok, being the annoying, playful little shit he is,  just hid it behind his back.

"Hoseok please give it back" pleaded Namjoon, trying to reason with the hyperactive boy. Hoseok just giggled, his body moving backwards, towards the office huge windows. At this point, the hustle had managed to snag Yoongi's attention. He turned away from his work curious about what is on the paper.

"Hmmm, so this is what kept you from getting to work- a flirty flirt flirt" Hoseok sing-songed, wiggling his eyebrows a frustrated Namjoon standing in front of him"

"A what? Come on, Hoseok, just give me that back" Namjoon sighed. He knew how annoyingly nosey and childish Hoseok could get over some situations, and he was honestly not willing to deal with that at the moment.

"Is she pretty?" Hoseok asked teasingly. Yoongi, who was now completely focused and entertained by the situation that was going on, looked at Namjoon.

"It's- It's not what you guys are thinking" He sighed for the nth time, already done with his two workmates "Plus, it's a 'he', not a 'she'"

"Wow, I didn't know you were gay" Yoongi stated, shock lingering his expressions.

"I'm not! I'm not gay.... I'm bisexual" Namjoon corrected, rolling his eyes "Hoseok, just knock it off already"

Suddenly, a strong gust of air blew the piece of paper out of Hoseok's hand and out the window. Namjoon's eyes widened as he dashed desperately to grab it, but it was too late- the paper was gone. Yoongi, who was still watching everything, just shook his head and got back to work.

"Dude..."Namjoon ran his hand through his face as he leaned against the window, watching the tiny piece of paper swirl on the air as it flew further and further.

"I-I'm sorry, Namjoon, I didn't mean to..." Hoseok stood there beside Namjoon, both watching as the paper was taken away by the wind.

"Nevermind, Hoseok" the male sighed, clearly angry. The male went back to his desk, slumping on the chair as his fingers pressed on his temples.

Just then, the door of the office swung open, revealing their boss "Hey, Namjoon"

The aforementioned quickly sat back, eyes slightly wide, regaining his composure "Y-yes, boss"

"I may like you, but I will not tolerate late arrivals at the office. I expect you to get to work on time from now on- and call in late if you can't" the man's words were hard and sharp, his authoritarian tone intimidating the three males.

"Yes, boss. It will not happen again, I am sorry" He apologized and bowed, watching as Hitman Bang walked away.

What was that again about the day not being horrible?

~ Time skip

As soon as the clock hit 4:00 pm, Namjoon rushed out of the office, his body urging for the comfort of his home.  On his way to the bus stop, he somehow managed to break two mailboxes and another pair of sunglasses (he owned a lot of those). It felt like he was on the bus for an eternity- the same unpleasant, acrid smell filling the air, only worsening as the bus became gradually more full. Did people really not wear deodorant? Namjoon rested his head against the window, watching as the city passed by in some sort of time lapse. A wave of relief passed over him when he got off.

As he walked down the street, he heard his ringtone go off ~hey Jude, don't be afraid~. Yes, Namjoon was absolutely a Beatles enthusiast. He quickly picked it up (bold is Namjoon, slanted is the other person).

Namjoon was greeted by the familiar sound of his best friend's voice.

"Hey, Namjoon"

"Hey Jungkook, what's up?"

"I'm just calling to ask what time you're gonna get here. I mean, for my birthday party" Jungkook said excitedly, the grin on his lips could almost be heard from his voice tone.

Silence...

The younger sighed "You didn't forget about it.... did you, Joon?" He asked, sort of disappointed.

Yes, Namjoon absolutely forgot about the party- but of course he wouldn't admit it, not when he knew how excited Jungkook had been for this. Shit, he felt like the worst friend ever.

"Of course not, Kook. I'll be there by eight" Namjoon tried to sound excited, but the tiredness in his voice gave it away.

"Ok. You sound exhausted, though. You okay, crab?" Jungkook asked, worry lacing his tone.

"It's been a rough day" He admitted.

"I'm guessing you probably broke, like, half of the city" Jungkook said. Namjoon only chuckled.

"Anyways, we can talk more when you get here. I'll see you at eight"

"See ya, Kook" Namjoon said before hanging up.

Namjoon wasn't one to attend to parties- in fact, he kind of avoided them, but how could he not go to his best friend's birthday party? It's Jungkook, after all, his only friend who had gone through thick and thin with him 'It'll be good. At least I can distract myself from all that happened today' He tried to convince himself in a failed attempt to get rid of the guilt inside of him 'We can do this, for Kook' Namjoon told himself as he walked back home.