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『—𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊—』 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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"Didn't you hear? Kim Taehyung's at the meeting room right now."
KIM SEOKJIN tensed a bit at what his boss' secretary gushed with her co-workers as he passed by the halls, acting unbothered when he was internally combusting with excitement and curiosity, not seeing his friend for too long.
And so, he trudged his way towards the meeting room, stopping on his tracks as he sees a man's figure leaning on the oaken table with a cup of tea in hand through the translucent glass, mindlessly sipping whilst lost in his own thoughts.
His appearance looking sad and problematic, and as Seokjin pushed the door open, he flinched a bit, setting his cup down as he stands up and bows his head, expecting it to be Namjoon.
"You don't have to bow at me, Taehyung-ah. Its just me," Seokjin chuckles as he makes way and addresses the other with a smile.
"Oh, Jin hyung!" The raven haired man exclaimed with high spirits, his gloominess dissipating pokily in meeting his friend. The two closed the small gap they have when they went in for a brotherly hug, the oldest tapping the other's shoulder as he laughs and says, "You're here to report?"
The question lured him back in his worries, but he tried to remain collected when Seokjin sat on one of the chairs and Taehyung followed while nodding his head, "Yeah, I am. How'd you know I was here?"
"I guess your fangirls are really good at gossiping."
Taehyung crinkled his brows, "My what?"
Seokjin plastered an unamused expression though he was only resisting to give out a smile as he deadpans, "Come on, Tae. You've been working here for almost six years, don't tell me you haven't noticed till' now?"
Taehyung stayed silent, but a smile crept to his lips, its ends curling upwards as he moves to shake his head and grabs ahold of his tea cup, bibbing the remnants of the amber colored liquid.
"Well, that could be possible. I always have more fangirls than you anyways, like, who wouldn't with this face?" Seokjin added with a continues blabber, and the other unceased to listen with his cup now empty, "Except for that one man, of course," He grumbles and Taehyung recoils at that, pushing himself further unto his seat.
He was in discomfort, disturbed by what Seokjin had spoke of as he was blanketed from his own ephemeral Elysium— an escape. And so he waited, the materiality of his world all coming back when the question had finally arrived.
