Yoongi sighed miserably.

Then sighed again, frustrated this time.

And again, he heaved a sigh.

He's been staring at his computer for thirty minutes but still he wasn't able to have anything done. The deadline was already tomorrow, but he couldn't come to care. He's mind was just filled with thoughts of crescent moon eyes and angelic voice and pleasant laugh and...

Yoongi sighed.

He did not know what he should feel. Everything just happened all at once and he's still confused. Damn it, he's so so confused. It was like some alien kidnapped Jimin and replaced it with one that perfectly looked like him.

They were happy. Jimin seemed happy before. Even if how much Yoongi would dig his mind for any clues that might hint this sudden change of mood, he just couldn't find any.

Did he do something wrong? Well, he always teased the younger boy. Maybe he had mentioned something out of the line?

Yoongi sighed.

Jimin had kissed back and even flashed him a shy smile that time at the party. They were fine. But the following morning...

Could it be that aliens really existed?

Okay, so there was Taehyung, but let's face it, even if how many times you'll call him an alien, in reality he's still a human with human mom and human dad.

Yoongi sighed again, now remembering something.

I'd prefer if we would just maintain a professional relationship, Mr. Min.

He scowled as he felt the now-familiar pain in his chest whenever he remembered those words. It really damn hurt. All this time, he had thought that maybe Jimin also liked him back, but it seemed like the great Min Yoongi was not that genius after all.

In fact, he was stupid.

Very. Outright. Utterly.

Stupid.

He took a careful glance at the boy who had occupied his mind for the past half an hour. Heck, for the past damn week even.

Jimin was typing something on the computer, probably encoding Yoongi's speech. He was wearing rectangular-framed glasses and his lips were pursed into a straight line. His eyebrows were knitted in concentration and lips occasionally darted out to lick his lower lip.

Damn, he looks so cute. And so hot. How does he do that?

Yoongi sighed. Again.

Despite the younger boy causing him so much confusion and pain, he couldn't help but still get attracted. His hands were itching to reach out and ran it through the other's hair. He knew it would feel soft. He also missed as fuck Jimin's sweet laughs and playful smiles. The familiar eyes full of wonder and the pouting lips were also gone, leaving Yoongi's days colder and less motivating.

There were times when he would wonder if this was all a game for Jimin, that he was just playing with Yoongi's feelings, that he was not really the Jimin he knew but instead, was a wicked person who only wished to see Yoongi in misery.

But that's impossible.

Yoongi won't believe that.

He knew deep inside that something was wrong. The worst part was, he couldn't do anything. He tried. He really did. But each time he would talk to Jimin or even dare touch him in the slightest way, the younger would become more distant. They're in one room but it seemed like they were separated by a large assed brick.

Jimin would not even talk to him. And if he did, it was only something about their work. Yoongi didn't even know if they were still friends. In fact, it's been a long time since he had last seen Jihyun.

He missed the little kid, actually.

Wait, was he even allowed to visit their house? Yoongi was tempted to just go over there and pretend that he was there for Jin, really, just to piss Jimin off. But well, the awkwardness would probably be too much to handle. He also did not want Jihyun to be affected by the situation so maybe he should just not.

Yoongi was now even more frustrated.

He sighed.

Even if how much he wanted to stand, walk over where the younger was and embrace him, he couldn't. It had been clear.

He said he only wanted to keep things professional.

It fucking hurt.

But that's what he wanted.

And so, that's what Yoongi would give.

---•---| Y<3J |---•---

"Hoseokie..." Yoongi whined, going over Hoseok's stamping desk.

The other boy looked up and smiled. Yoongi frowned at this. There's something wrong with his friend's smile.

"Did anything happen?" he asked.

Hoseok laughed. It was a hallow one, not the usual merry chuckle that Hoseok would usually do. "Nothing, hyung. I'm just tired, I guess."

Yoongi nodded, his face etched with concern. "You should rest."

"Yes yes, sir Grumpy old man," Hoseok replied, now flashing a genuine smile.

Truth was, Yoongi was here to complain about what was happening between him and Jimin. He did not want to confide with Namjoon or Taehyung because he knew that they already knew about the situation. And they would just be biased, anyway.

Yoongi wanted to hear an advice from someone who was unbiased and would look at Jimin and Yoongi equally. Hoseok was also a good listener, so that's a plus. But it seemed like he was also having some problems on his own.

"By the way, what did you come here for, Mr. Min?" Hoseok spoke, cutting off Yoongi from his thoughts.

The older scrunched up his face at the formality. "Nothing. I just miss my best friend. The company had been so busy these days that I wasn't able to talk to you."

Hoseok rolled his eyes.

"Just when did the cold ice prince become clingy?"

Yoongi scowled again. "It's not being clingy!"

"Fine fine, whatever Grumpy Pants."

Shaking his head in disbelief, Yoongi turned around to head back to his office. Despite being annoyed by Hoseok's weird nicknames, he still took note to visit his friend more.

"Wait, Yoongi!"

Yoongi turned back, seeing his friend now standing up from behind his desk. When Yoongi regarded him with a questioning stare, the other boy looked away as if regretting his sudden action.

"You... You are arranged in a marriage?"

Yoongi blinked.

How did he know?

Yoongi voiced out his thoughts, only for Hoseok to look panicked.

"Uh, you're mom mentioned it when uh, she went to the flower shop where I worked part time..."

"Well..." Yoongi struggled. "They did arrange me to it, but it doesn't mean anything. I'm already old enough and I can say no if I wish to. I did not tell you guys because I don't really think it's worth talking about. I don't even want to think about it." The older boy scowled as he added, "It's appalling."

He watched as his friend's face slowly turned into a smiling one. "I'm glad to hear that. Don't repeat the same mistake I've done a long time ago."

What happened years ago was still so clear in Yoongi's head. He had not witnessed it, but the way Hoseok had narrated it to him was enough for Yoongi to feel the pain from the other.

As they stared at each other, there was silence, and even if Hoseok did not say it directly, Yoongi knew he was talking about Jimin, or rather, for the sake of Jimin.

There's no use to it anymore, though. Jimin didn't feel the same way. Yoongi was nothing but a bundle of sad and miserable unrequited love.

Aish, thinking about it made him want to be grumpier ten times.

Despite all the negative thoughts, Yoongi still answered.

"I will not."

And with that, he went back to his office so he could finish the other things he needed to do. But before he was able to reach his office, though, something caught his eyes when he passed by the lounging area.

Yoongi glared.

Right there in the couch inside the fucking lounging area was his Jimin and Mr. Comics Face aka Ugly Daesuk laughing and talking. Daesuk was saying something and his hand was rested on Jimin's leg. Jimin, on the other hand, was laughing. His eyes were lost into two crescent moons and his body was shaking from how hard he was laughing.

Yoongi found himself clenching his hands into fists.

He hated this. He fucking hated this feeling.

He hated how his heart seemed to beat faster and stop all at the same time. He hated how his chest hurt as if someone had mercilessly tied a rope tightly around it. He hated how he so badly wanted to ran over there and get Jimin, his Jimin. And...he hated the most how his eyes won't look away even if all he wanted was to do just that.

Why is Jimin smiling at him when he has not grinned even once at me?

Why is Jimin looking at him with amused eyes when he barely glanced at me?

Why does Jimin...looks so happy...with him?

He felt his throat constrict as he swallowed heavily. Was he mad? Was he hurt? Was he fucking done with life?

Yoongi had no idea.

So this is why he only wanted to keep our relationship 'professional'? This is why 'he's not interested at all'?

Yoongi couldn't believe how a fool he had been. When Jimin said he was not interested, he should've known already. Jimin did not feel the same.

All those subtle glances, all those smiles, all those kisses and touches. What were those?

Oh, of course.

Everything was just about Jimin pretending. But why? Was is because he was Yoongi's secretary and therefore he felt the need to go with the flow with whatever Yoongi wanted. But why did he end everything now? Now that Yoongi had...

Had already fallen too deep.

---•---| Y<3J |---•---

Jimin clutched his stomach as he laughed some more. Daesuk's tales were so funny he's dying.

It was really funny. Promise. He was not forcing a laugh. It was all so funny and so of course, the obvious thing to do was open his mouth and bark laughters.

He was not at all, trying hard to seem happy just so he could forget all the pain he was feeling.

He was not pretending.

He was not lying to himself.

Daesuk continued to narrate some more stories and Jimin was about to roll off the floor, not caring if he seemed exaggerated. He let Daesuk touch his shoulder, pinch his cheeks, rest his hand on his leg. He was a friend after all. He was making Jimin happy.

And Jimin needed that right now. To be happy and pretend that nothing wrong was happening.

As he was recovering from his massive fit of laughter though, he unintentionally raised his head and glanced outside the glass door of the lounging area.

It was a mistake.

Big, big mistake.

Because when he did that, his eyes met Yoongi's staring ones. He froze, feeling his heart beat faster by the second. The older boy was just there, standing and looking at him.

And even though how much Jimim wanted to look away and gaze at anything but at those judging eyes, he couldn't.

He couldn't when right there in front of him was Yoongi's cold face, all hard expression and pursed lips. That cold-hearted gaze should've made Jimin cower in fear. But no, it didn't. Because despite that all, his eyes begged to differ. His eyes that were clearly looked hurt and confused, were staring straight at Jimin as if trying to reach the very depths of him.

It was through the Yoongi's eyes that Jimin could see the hidden emotions of the boy, despite how much he would've tried to keep it locked in.

The younger boy did not even notice that his hands were clenched into fists as an unwelcoming pain blossomed in his chest. He hated this.

He hated seeing Yoongi hurt, especially because of him.

Why couldn't the latter just move on from him? Why couldn't he just...forget about him?

But did Jimin want that?

Even from the start, everything was already wrong. The boy had a fiance for dear's sake. Jimin was just a nobody compared to her. He was just nothing. Yoongi would be better off with her.

Jimin continued to stare back, unable to blink.

Yoongi was the first to break the eye contact, looking away as if staring at Jimin more was disgusting. The older boy continued on his pace as if never happened.

Jimin preferred it that way, pretending that nothing happened.

---•---| Y</3J |---•---

Yoongi concentrated on the task he was doing. He made up his mind. He's not gonna think about any of it. He's not gonna think about Park Jimin.

He was on the losing end here, damn it. While the other was there laughing and being merry with some guy that looked so handsome he had probably undergone a shitload of surgery, Yoongi was here feeling like he was dying each day.

It was very unfair.

Yoongi wanted to give Fate a middle finger salute.

If his heart wouldn't cooperate with him, then Yoongi didn't have a choice but to force it.

He, Min Yoongi, would not let his mind be drowned by thoughts of Jimin again.

And maybe he was succeeding.

Like heck, was he wondering why the heck Jimin had not yet returned after that staring contest they had even though his break was hours over? Was he worried where he was? Was he pained by the thought that he's possibly still with that Daesuk guy, laughing and enjoying his time?

No, no, and NO.

Absolutely, perfectly, N.O.

He glanced at Jimin's desk.

Ooooookay, so maybe he was thinking about those a little bit. Just a little bit.

It seemed like Fate was laughing his ass off though, because when the door to his office opened, his head snapped up so fast it felt like it was going to jump off his body. He refused to admit that he was so thankful that his Jimin had now returned.

However, what greeted him was not Jimin's adorable face at all, but someone that he'd rather bury alive right then and there.

"I think you're lost," were the first words that came out from Yoongi as he gazed coldly at Sehee.

Why was she even here?

The girl only rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I'm not. I'm in the office of my fiance, right?"

"No, you're in the office of someone who will call the security if you would stay for a minute longer," Yoongi retorted.

Sehee raised an eyebrow. "Aren't I the daughter of one of the richest investors in this company? The security won't do anything to me," she said with so much confidence in her voice.

Yoongi snorted. "Tell your father my condolences then."

"Why?" Sehee asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Because you're his daughter. That's enough to grieve about."

Yoongi watched as her eyes started to blaze in anger. She crossed her arms and haughtily marched towards Yoongi's desk, giving him a death glare that the latter ignored.

"You're so damn stubborn! Why can't you just do what any other sane man would and follow your parents?! Damn it! You're being unreasonable. Can't you see what good this would give to your family and business?" Sehee ranted, but Yoongi barely listened as he went back to his task and ignored her.

Yoongi didn't even glance at her. He just continued to type something on his computer as if Sehee did not exist.

This just irked the girl even more.

"Seriosuly, what is your problem? This marriage is so perfect I don't see why you're stupidly against it. Damn it, Min Yoongi! It's not like you're marrying someone ugly, someone poor, someone stupid. I'm the total opposite of all that and I damn am the perfect wife. What's so wrong with marrying me?!"

The boy scowled and rubbed his ear, checking if it's still working properly after all that deafening chipmunk screams from the girl in front of him.

Yoongi, being the kind and considerate gentleman he was, decided to grace this poor girl an answer. And so, he looked up with two bored eyes and drawled.

"The marrying part has absolutely nothing wrong." This made Sehee start to smile. "But the 'marrying you' part has so much load of disgusting shits spelled in it. So, no thanks."

And with that, Yoongi went back to typing in his computer and ignored her until she left.

She left seething and stomping her foot heavily.

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Just a trivia for you guys, I actually described Sehee's physical appearance (the hair and dimple whatnot) here based on well, this is embarrassing, myself. Except the beautiful part, though. Author-nim here is not beautiful, sorry to disappoint you. Don't ask me why I did that, its just cuz im weird.

P.S. Really sorry for the late updates nowadays. I'm still adjusting my time between work and Bangtan and fanfic XD.