SOLUM

0.7

.
.
.

It wasn't as if I was nervous per se, but I was undoubtedly stalling the call that I in the end would have to make, no matter if I wanted to or not, it was my job after all. It was even starting to get late and somehow I'd managed to shove the task further and further ahead of me, piling up my oak desk with other calls and papers to sign, but without me noticing, I had come head to head with the small note on the very bottom, a note saying Call the contractor, Meeting, Lunch, Seokjin which the sight of alone made me wanna curl up into a ball and hide underneath my desk, beside my one and only friend mister trash can.

So I was nervous, okay, but me admitting to that irritating feeling didn't help me in my situation, it only made it worse, because it made me so painfully realise that I was in fact much more reliant on the people I felt comfortable with around me... I didn't like that, not at all. In fact, I hated feeling like I had people who meant something to me, that indicated that I could in fact have a sliver of a chance to meet someone, to feel the emotions and intense physical attributes of love once again, the picking up of breath and the sweating... although those things also happened when I walked up a couple of stairs, either way, me feeling nervous in conclusion only made me think back to what I could have and that in turn made me directly spiral back to that lingering thing in the back of my mind that was gnawing on my skull inside and out.

My pairing walked out of my life, never wanting to see me again.

After having sighed deeply, taking a few calming breaths, I glanced down to the work phone that sat displayed on the desktop, I had left it lying quite messily with the cord sprawled out and at that moment I kind of regretted that, because it felt as if the phone itself was taunting me for not being brave enough... it wasn't even as if I'd have to meet this rich businessman face to face, I would in fact, most likely, only have to speak to him over a big network of cables and radio once in my entire life... that wasn't too bad, at least not as monstrous as a casual call from my parents, that was the absolute worst.

They'd call me up once in a while, whenever they though I wouldn't be at work, which meant that they rarely actually got a hold of me, but when they did, I'd start spitting frogs out of my mouth by the end of our conversations because of how much I'd been forced to lie to them. They always asked me regarding my perfect pairing which I'd throughout the years had described to them.

Along the way, I'd even learned that it was in my best interest to keep a track record of what I'd said to them, so I literally kept a small notepad in my bedroom drawer that I had filled with notes on my fake soulmate, well not entirely fake, he just wasn't with me. Either way, it wasn't as if they'd ever be able to visit me, so they had no way of telling my lies from the truth and since both my older siblings had turned out to have great lives, whom I texted from time to time, why wouldn't I too?

I let my hand just briefly rest on the desk, beside the phone, before slowly inching closer to it, cautiously picking it up in my left hand whilst pulling up mister Jung's schedule on my screen, so that I'd be able to pick a time when he was available.

I looked down at the numbers, then back to my paper, the contractor's number was a simple one, but I had to double check it numerous times, in fear of dialing the wrong one and embarrassing myself even further and having to excuse myself, before I finally pushed the green button.

My heart immediately started racing when I heard the tune of the phone, it practically felt as if the sad grey walls around me suddenly grew darker and were able to morph themselves to loom over my small office area, making me feel tiny and vulnerable... when I suddenly heard something click in my ear... oh no.

The voice on the other side of the line clearly and calmly said "Hello, this is Park Jimin of Serene Investments speaking, how can I help?" and I could basically feel how my face went paler, my throat knotting up my vocal chords, physically making me incapable of speaking...

I saw how the door to my boss' private office suddenly opened and he looked to me, staring at my figure as I just sat there, phone in hand and open dry mouth, unable to speak. He gave me a quizzical look, raising his eyebrows as if to inaudibly ask whether I was okay or not. I settled with quickly taking a swig of water out of the glass on my desk before looking back to the screen top of my computer, then finally getting out a formal "Yes hello, this is Min Yoongi, assistant of mister Jung Hosoek" after which I heard how Jung then left, probably going home for the night.

"Ah, Min Yoongi, yes Jung spoke about you, told me you were an amazing asset" the contractor said in a tone which I couldn't really decipher, but I shook it off, humming to his statement.

"On the topic of you two speaking, mister Jung wanted me to arrange for a lunch meeting for the two of you, along with mister Kim Jung Seokjin, his husband" I explained the reasoning for my pretty late call, eyes frantically scanning the schedule although I practically knew it like the back of my hand already, being the one who set it up and managed it to the t.

"Yes, we did briefly talk about that, did you have anything in mind Min?" the person on the other side asked, making me believe that the person must be a quite charismatic person as he spoke so effortlessly in a charming sort of way and I cleared my throat quietly.

"Actually, yes, I know the perfect spot"

.
.
.