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Pencil:

He was dumb. So dumb. He knew there was a meeting today. It had been announced at the beginning of the week and it wasn't even anything major. Just a small presentation to bring everyone up to speed for the next quarter. All he had to do was pay attention and take notes.

Yet here he was, blank piece of paper sitting in front of him, useless as everyone else scribbled in their notebooks. He watched your hand swiftly move along the lines of your notepad. He squinted his eyes in happiness as he saw your handwriting change from messy to neat; some words barely legible and others looking like actual print.

He admired you diligently taking notes for another moment before he leans his upper body toward you and whispers your name. Your face is close to your paper so only your eyes shift towards him. And when he asks if you have a pencil, they shift from his face to the bare paper at his spot.

You glance around your notepad to check if you had brought an extra before straightening in your chair and patting your sides, as if the pencil skirt you're wearing had miraculously gotten pockets between now and this morning. When you shake your head, he smiles at you before returning to his seat.

You watch as he dejectedly compares his nonexistent notes to those around him and the disappointed look your boss, Seokjin, gives him before moving on to the next slide. You purse your lips and roll your chair next to his. He snaps out of his daze when you set your pencil atop his notebook.

"Here. You can use mine."

You never did get that pencil back.

Bobby Pin:

Your eyes skimmed your article, combing for any errors that you might have missed before glancing to the compact mirror you had sitting to the side of your computer. You wiped the corners of your coral pink stained lips for the twentieth time and barred your teeth to check for smudging.

The deadline for your project had arrived sooner than you anticipated and so you found yourself applying makeup to your sleep deprived face an hour and a half before your project proposal. By the time the fifth frustrated groan left your lips and you were re-applying eyeliner to your left eyelid for the eighth time, Jungkook had meandered into your cubicle.

You ignored the way he tugged your hair as he worked to pull it into a neat, professional bun in an effort to help alleviate some of your stress. Your eyes stayed focused on the screen, afraid that the words you wrote required literal blood, sweat, tears rather than the figurative blood, sweat, and tears you had put into it. Whether it was from nerves, lack of sleep, or simply it being a bad hair day, your hair refused to even want to appear tame today.

Jungkook cursed under his breath as another bobby pin slipped from his fingers to the carpeted floor. He grabbed a new bobby pin from the diminishing pile but it was in vain as the strand he was trying to pin was now free and had no plans of being controlled. You looked at the strands fighting to escape and the baby hairs standing up straight in disdain and slapped Jungkook's hands away. You quickly removed the bobby pins he managed to get to stay and smoothed down your hair. Its natural state would have to do.

You picked up your portfolio and gave yourself one last look over before you scrambled to the conference room. Jungkook was left standing with the bobby pins from your hair in a pile in his open palms.

Tea Pot:

You slam your lunch bag onto the table and throw yourself into the seat across from Jungkook. He watches with an amused smirk as you hide your face in your arms with a groan. You were beginning to regret making a bet with Jimin to see who could go the longest without caffeine. It's only been a day and a half and already you were getting migraines from withdrawal. They don't warn you about caffeine addiction growing up.