My Game || Jenmin

♥︎ 26 | Ma's Home

Chaeyoung:
The guy's into you, Jennie.
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"What do I do? Oh my god, I'm a fool. Keep on coming back to you. I'm so stupid for you"

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It was around 3:40 pm, twenty minutes away for the whole building to be free for the weekend. The common designer's crew were sitting on the front of the long table as Jimin sat at the lead of it with Jennie beside him.

Jimin bites his lower lip, eyes evaluating every little detail on the pair of glasses.

Jimin:
What is this?

He looks up at the team of designers, all shooken up at the upset voice coming from Jimin's throat.

Jimin:
You people took a whole 3 months to design these?

He asks, voice low yet grim as he puts down the glasses among the rest of the five. He looks up again at the designers sitting silently, heads hung low.

Jimin:
What are the names of these?

He asks and one of the designers- Emma looks over, slightly getting up from her seat.

Emma:
'Ocean waves', '1950', and 'I love me' and the ones that you don't like are, um. 'Shine' and 'Daydream'.

She says, pointing out the particular ones for their names.

Jimin:
These will be out in the market by the next week.

He pauses.

Jimin:
These three are good, I'm impressed depending upon your first time designing sunglasses. But please either re-think about these two or give up on them, I don't care. I just don't ever wanna see something like those.

He says, looking at the cat-eyed glasses, putting them back on the tray as he settles the other three on a separate one.

Jimin:
Send these to the directors and the catalog of the model names for the photoshoot. You all are free to go.

He says, massaging his temples as Jennie notes down as a reminder, grabbing the tray of the sunglasses and leaving them on the counter behind as the designers get up to leave.

Jimin pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, taking a deep breath.

Jimin:
Get me some water.

He mumbles but loud enough for Jennie to hear it barely.

Jennie:
Yes, sir.

She puts her 'notes file' on the table and leaving to get Jimin's wanted item.

As she leaves the room, closing the door properly behind her, Jimin picks his phone up to call his mother, as she had called him during a meeting earlier.

He fiddles with the brim of his coat, waiting for her to pick up.

Yunmin:
Hello?

Jimin:
Ma, you called earlier?

Yunmin:
Yeah. I wanted to talk to you, honey.

Jimin:
Okay.

Yunmin:
First, send your car over to the airport.

Jimin:
What?

Jimin creases his eyebrows, leaning back on his chair, slightly twirling it to the side to face the clock hung up above the company board, looking at the time.

Yunmin:
I said send your car to the airport.

Jimin:
I- well, I got that. But why?