The Definition Of Forever (Inked Hearts 1)

Fifty-two

Jungkook first person pov:

I close the door, and walk back up to my room, trying and utterly failing, not to think of Diana. How she wanted to learn to play my game, how she was not just unfazed by my competitiveness but how her eyes looked when they were lit up by her own competitiveness, and how my hands felt against her exposed stomach. Her abs to be exact, I hadn't really noticed before, but when my hands were on her skin, I could clearly feel her six-pack lines. Not that it mattered of course.

What's your weakness? She asked. I don't know what mine is. I guess I could say wanting to make my Hyungs happy, or trying to make my parents proud. But really I don't know anymore.

So I sit down at my desk and do the only thing that helps me in times like these: I draw...and draw... and draw. When my thoughts are too confusing in my head, it helps to get them out on paper. So naturally, the thing that I'm drawing is Diana:

Her hands on the keyboard, her perched on the contortionist hoop, her reading, her smile, her eyes, her.

And I draw until my eyelids droop shut.

***

Next Day, Friday, 5:20 pm

Diana first person pov:

Trying not to fall, as I had just come out of a wonderfully hot shower after a long day of rehearsing and pushing my body to extreme lengths, I was walking out of the Big Hit building when I heard a series of stressed voices talking in the room I had just passed.

Curiosity got the better of me and I peered in, finding Bang Si-Hyuk and a few others in the room, arguing about some work that had to be finished by tomorrow at noon, but someone was sick and couldn't work.

"Oh, Diana is there something we can do for you?" Bang Si-Hyuk asks when he spots me peering through the partway open door.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I just heard you and I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help..?" I ask and am immediately sized up by the other people in the room. But what's strange about this is not that I'm being sized up, but that normally I can easily tell if they mean it in an impressed way or insulting. But something about the way they're doing it makes me feel like there's something I'm not being told that I should know. But it quickly gets forgotten as the conversation continues:

"That's very kind of you, though I'm not sure how you might help..."

He then starts to explain the problem that they're having. To anyone other than myself it would just sound like an endless stream of numbers and meaningless words, however, I am me, and I not only know what they're talking about but how to help. The easy way for me to explain their problem is that they need someone to do Chandler Bing's job with the added in work of some hacking and database editing.

"I can do it," I say and receive several distrusting looks.

"Are you sure you could handle it?" one of the men ask, and it takes all my years of experience not to roll my eyes or make some snarky comment.

"What you need it to process the data by using 2.7gh, however, to do that you need to back up the base with an 849rhw but before you can even do that you need to run a j452gen. Then you can begin with protocol 936pl90. But it really makes more sense to start with a 1ngs021, so that that way you can run the back up at the same time as the division5kds without interference or blockage. But really what you should start with is a total sgi5739 to make sure nothing gets lost."

I say in the most matter of fact voice I can muster, not wanting to let any of them see how proud/smug I am inside. Really, I understand. Why would I know how to do this in the first place? How should they know that I can do this kind of thing? And normally I wouldn't be bothered that they (like everyone else) wouldn't think I could handle work like this, but the way that the men in the room were looking down at me just makes me stone-cold angry.

But keeping my cool was totally worth the shocked reactions of the workers in the room. All except for Bang Si-Hyuk, who just smiles and nods his head.

"I think she can handle it." Is all he says, and I'm whisked away to an office on another level of the building and set up in front of multiple computers, screens, and keyboards.

***

Five hours, fifty-six minutes, and limitless cups of coffee later, I've completed nearly all of the work by myself. Let me just start with: The person who's job this is, is a total idiot! Not only is their desktop a mess, but so are their files. So it takes me another hour or so just to neaten it so I can find what I'm looking for and finish their job. Not to mention the several mistakes I had to correct in their previous work that was messing everything up! Maybe I'm a tad phsycho about this kind of thing.

It's not that I'm a perfectionist. No, I'm far from that, but there are certain things that really get on my nerves. And people who don't actually know how to do their jobs, particularly with this kind of work where everything actually needs to be perfect, is one of them!

11:16 pm

I'm just about to refill my coffee cup for the one-thousandth time when I see that I've gotten a text thirty minutes ago that I didn't see:

Lapin-
Hey, what's up?

Me-
Working :(

Surprisingly it only takes him a minute to respond. Which is funny since I thought he'd be asleep by now.

Lapin-
Still?

Lapin-
How much work do you have?

Me-
Well, actually this is work for Bang Si-Hyuk that needed to be done.

Lapin-
What kind of work?

Me-
The easy way to say it is: you have statistical data and information that needed to be updated, processed, and sent out by tomorrow morning.

Lapin-
Wow. Ok. But why did he ask you to do it? No offense.

Me-
No, that's fine. He didn't ask, I offered because the person who's job this is, is sick and no one else could do it.

Lapin-
Wait, so you're doing all this work voluntarily?!

Me-
Pretty much.

Lapin-
But you're not doing all the work right?

Me-
Well, actually I am. Other people were here but they didn't know anything about the work, and they were annoying me so I sent them home.

Lapin-
You mean to tell me, that you're voluntarily staying late at the office, doing a huge project at 11, with no help, on a Friday night?!

Me-
YEah, that pretty much sums it up.

Lapin-
You are without a doubt the most selfless person I've ever met.

Me-
Or the most stupid.

Lapin-
Probably a bit of both.

Me-
Hey!

Lapin-
Kidding! ;)

Lapin-
So, how much longer are you going to be there?

Me-
Not sure, I still have a bunch to do.

Lapin-
Do you want some company?

Me-
Are you offering to come to the building at 11:30?

Lapin-
I guess so.

Me-
You really don't have to do that.

Lapin-
But I'd like to.

Me-
Really it's ok. You should probably rest.

Me-
Hello?

Me-
Jungkook?

Me-
Helloo???

I sigh and close my phone. He really shouldn't be coming here this late. But since he's not responding I can't tell him to just forget about it. So I take a sip of my coffee and sit back down at the desk. He probably fell asleep.

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AN:
Ok! In all honestly, I have no clue how do do hacking or "Chandler Bing's job" so whatever I wrote I was just making up. 😂😂😂

-Leia 💜