The Pilot || MinJoon

Chapter 17

"Hanseul, could you please bring me some tea?" Jimin wearily asked his assistant through the intercom as he sifted through investment proposals, budget requests, inter-department memos, and other papers on his desk. 

It was a hectic Monday morning for Jimin as he finished signing and approving various documents, and he couldn't wait to get out of the office to get some fresh air. Mondays were always rough for the young CEO, but this particular day seemed more challenging than others. Truth be told, he just wasn't in the mood to do anything. At all.

After getting back from his dreamy business trip with Namjoon, Jimin dove headfirst into work, wanting to regain control over...something. He's been prone to thinking about the raven-haired boy nonstop, and right away Jimin wanted to stop himself from indulging in this behavior.

Because the way he sees it, thinking constantly about somebody often got him into a big mess. Thinking turns into wanting to see that person, then wanting to be with that person, then taking care of that person-- nonstop. 

In the past, he's been told that he's too needy, too pushy. Just too much.  His last boyfriend, the Greek musclehead, even thought that Jimin's caring ways was too stifling at times.

Too much. That's what they said about him. 

So he tried to control himself. Not wanting to drive the pilot away, he decided not to call or text, vowing to himself that he would wait for Namjoon to make the first move. 

But it's been ten days, and apart from the raven-haired boy's last "goodnight" text ten days ago, there was complete radio silence between the two. 

Last Wednesday, he thought about texting Namjoon, but at the last minute, he decided not to, thinking that a simple "hey, how you doing?" text could be misinterpreted as "I want to know where you are, what you're doing, and how come you're not calling me at all" kind of text message. 

On Thursday, he thought about Facetiming the pilot, but Jimin chickened out, thinking that it would be a highly dangerous thing to do if Namjoon was flying a plane. He didn't want to distract him while he's literally responsible for more than 300 lives, right? 

Friday, he spent the night drinking wine in his house while staring at the photo of Namjoon that he captured with his iPhone. The one he took while the elder was in his full pilot regalia before their flight aboard Serendipity to Palawan. 

The weekend was no better. Jimin went to the gym on both days, then he went to the office to do some additional work. He even scheduled a conference call on Sunday with a property owner abroad, just so he had something else to think about other than a certain pilot. 

And now here he was, burying himself in paperwork just so he could avoid making the first move. 

Why the hell wasn't Namjoon calling him? Did he regret being intimate with him? Did he do something to turn him off? 

Did he make the mistake of being too much, again?

Jimin's thoughts were interrupted when a mug of hot tea was placed on his table. 

"Thanks for the tea," Jimin said in a distracted voice while signing another budget request.

"You're welcome, baby."

Jimin froze, not daring to believe his ears. That smooth, deep voice could only belong to one person. Slowly he looked up, and the action caused him to lock eyes with the man who has been on his mind for the past few days, and who was now standing beside his chair, looking hot as fuck in a white shirt, faded denim jacket, and black fitted jeans. His hair was swept up and to the side, revealing more of his handsome face.