Whispers : BTS

work, Work, work

I hated the amount that I missed him. Thought about him. Wondered about him. It tooo days to weed him out of my thoughts.

The first day is slow. I find myself day dreaming about him a lot - wondering if he ever does the same with me? I hated that I couldn't text him whenever I wanted. That was a big part of being a girlfriend - and while I had some things I didn't have others. He was virtually unreachable for long periods of time.

It came to my mind, like a horrible office lighting beam shining upon me on the 3rd floor - he had the day off. He told me. My hand grabbed my phone without second thought and I began to type out my hello message.

I sent it quickly, trying to concentrate on my work now that that was seemingly out of the way. I felt relieved, and excited anticipation. I should have mentioned something about his day two birthday, damn.

He didn't immediately respond and while I was happy I was able to focus back on my work for a few minutes... relief poured in when my phone vibrated quickly.

He didn't give away much; my hope you are having a good day text returned disappointment with yes he was having a good day.... without me. Since he was technically home - and I worked less than 10 minutes than his home; I decided to be the first to make a lunchmove.

I quickly explained my lunch was at noon, and I could swing by if he was home.

I debated my message the entire time after I sent it. I shouldn't have been so forward. He was the one to contact me, not the other way around. I regretted it up until the moment he responded.

He took a long time to respond. Almost an hour. Maybe he fell asleep, maybe he took a walk - who knows. I didn't ask. I should have. He accepted my lunch invitation and told me he would have food waiting here. I nodded at the phone and checked the time on my computer monitor. 15 minutes to go. Shit.

I finished my work and ran to the restroom to freshen up before at work. The thought of leaving this hell hole to go see him then come back here was exhilarating. I was a woman on a mission and I had to move quickly.

On my walk - fresh air in my nostrils and my brain working overload, I realized he accepted me to come over without the promise of sex. I rechecked my message, it just said food. Lunch. I wanted to eat and then fuck - he was going to leave for who knew how long...

I quickened my pace.

12:08 I arrived at his doorstep, my hand overly excited knocking a few too many times. There was no denying I was excited.

"Well hello." He met me with a goofy grin as he opened the door. He had changed, now lounging in a brightly colored expensive branded sweatshirt that almost matched the hue of his neon hair, and dark grey sweatpants. He had socks on but no shoes.

"Hello birthday boy." I grinned walking past him. "You look amazingly adorable." I complimented, motioning my hand around to showcase his crazy sweater as we stood in his foyer.

"You as well." He ran his eyes over me with a approving smile after we exchanged a quick. He saw what I wore this morning. "Foods in the kitchen."

The smell hit me before we made it - and it smelled delicious.

"I know the guy that owns this place." He explained as he walked around his kitchen island to open the containers.

"This is Chef Kim-Sa's food?" I gasped once I read the label on the fanciest to go boxes I had ever seen in my life. "How did you..." I was mind blown. This was expensive, his restaurant was far away. I wasn't even aware they had take out in this type the place.

"You know Chef Kim-Sa?" I gasped. "Im sorry." I said quickly clearing my throat and trying to not freak out about how each plate was more than my apartment. "Wow." I said again.

"Well hopefully the food is as good as your reaction." He smiled, handing me my portion. I grinned excitedly, trying not to scream as I secretly smelled every morsel before pretending I was royalty as I ate the most delicious food I had literally ever eaten.

"Pretty good." He confirmed to no one smiling shyly at me.

"This is so good." I pointed at the soup with my spoon - I had taken over the container of soup and he winked at me once I realized he had none of the soup. "Well it is." I said quietly.

"I have dessert too." He mentioned, walking to the fridge.

My mouth watered at the thought of dessert. I was not much of a chocolate fan but could learn to enjoy it. He pulled out another to go container and set it beside me as I literally bounced in my barstool.

"This is like the best lunch break ever." I noted aloud with a smirk as he opened the dessert displaying the slices of cake and chocolate balls. I would most definently be stashing those in my purse if possible.

"Last peice..." He says moments later as he lifted the tiny peice of chicken out of the now empty container. He was holding it out to me with his fingers as if it was nothing.

"For you." I laughed uninterested in the chicken. I was however very interested in the chocolate balls. "Can I take this whole thing home?" I motioned towards the chocolate.

"No!" He toyed, reaching for the food. It was closer to me and once he touched it the container popped open. He stalled himself, attempting to cut off my chocolate ball intake by trying to run around the kitchen island to get to me. I squealed in the feeling around and giggled before I stole the box. It was a split second decision, but his giggle from behind me as he chased me was worth it.

I shoveled balls into my mouth as he wrapped his arms around me trying to subdue me.

"No!" I yelled. "I gotta go!" I yelled again hoping he would let go and he did. He took one step back to give me space and I took off for the door in another fit of giggles.

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Back at the office finishing my day - he didn't invite for dinner which I was extremely hard on myself about. He did text with me a majority of the day - but around dinner time and through my lonely dinner ... nothing. We had begun to combine tiny parts of our lives, but nothing would prepare you for the lonelyhearts that follow the special moments.

I estimated 3 weeks before I would see him again.