➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ012

Kim Seokjin oughts himself to be a patient man,he had enough capacity in his brain to know when it would be the right time to complain,and when would not. After all,a full time job as a publicist at Jeon's Enterprises had been acknowledged by countless before to be enough, teaching you to be patient no matter for how long you've been patient already.

Tonight it seemed to be different rather,as he was still cooped up with copious amounts of work,a hooped amount of documents,new found articles,name it. And as he and Arielle had always been the only one's to handle it,he'd been left alone with all the work while Arielle went to babysit a grown adult.

For once,his patience shriveled up like a snail beneath a sprinkle of salt,his hands cobbled into that of fists, fists he wanted to use as he forcefully brought Jungkook back to the United States,where he left Seokjin alone with the mess he'd situated himself in before leaving for Hong Kong and Arielle not being there to lend her sought after guidance.

He's been reading through the same few paragraphs for the last hour he thinks,trying to make sense of what exactly it was that he'd been reading.

So when he glances at the clock and spots it to be near 8,three hours after he's supposed end of the workday and an hour late to Arielle's book signing,Seokjin finds himself cursing Jungkook's whoreish horse cock once again.Wishing for it to fall off while he was at it.

He doesn't bother hiding the articles on his desk,swiftly standing out of his chair, tugging at the lamp to switch it off. There was no time to change into something more book club appropriate,so he tugs his knee length coat over today's clothes he'd worn to work, wriggling his dead feet into the pointy pieces he'd called his shoes.

He regretted have tugged it on this morning,the sleek black going well with today's navy suit. Huffing and maybe pouting a little,he locks everything up,his assistant having left hours ago so he'd been the only one left other than the janitor.

Hurrying down the hallway after making sure his office door had been locked, nodding in greeting at Gretta and politely suggesting she pass his office over for the night.

When he's finally in his car, starting the engine and checking to see if the tickets were still where he left them,he drives off. Surpassing the speeding limit by a bunch of miles probably,but that would have to do as worries for later, sledging his way through traffic and annoyingly scrunching his brows when people dared to hoot after his ass.

Couldn't they see that this was a situation between life and death,and that he had to make it to that damned autograph signing (or was book signing?) for if he did not, his ass would be handed to him by Arielle?

It was thirty minutes later when he stopped at the address Arielle had sent him earlier that day,the tires of his car screeching as he hit the breaks.
But there was no time to worry about how costly the damage could be,as he almost fell in his haste to get out of his car, tugging at his coat when it appeared to be stuck in the door.

When he glances at his watch, spotting that he'd wasted another 5 minutes instead of getting the damn books clutched into his hands signed,he briefly opts to leave his car unlocked. Unfortunately Seokjin makes it only a few steps forward before he turns around abruptly,not leaving for the entrance of the tall building until he had actually locked his car.

Breathing a sigh of relief when he layed a handful against the door, pushing it open harshly where it hit the wall, having the once silent crowd now turning towards his entrance and Seokjin wishes for the earth to swallow him hole.
The whispered voices and disapproving glances that had turned his way was enough to have him undoubtedly turn as red as a tomato.

He's grateful when the speech at front continues, pulling the unwanted attention away from Seokjin as he trudged to the back of the crowd.

A sigh of relief leaves his pouted lips when he sinks down onto the chair that creaked with his weight.

When he lifts his gaze to the front, pushing his sweaty fringe back to see a little clearer without his hair hanging in his eyes, Seokjin spots something, something that must've been equivalent to the most handsomest specimen he'd layed eyes upon in his life.

Was this the author?
Kim fucking Taehyung?

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Seokjin now found himself situated in a awfully long queue , awaiting on the autograph for the three books Amala had given him.
From the whispers behind him,it was apparent that it was a trilogy of some kind,not that he could care any less than he already had.
Which wasn't much,now that he thought about it.

As the long line grew shorter,so did the strength in Soekjin's legs grow weaker.
As to where he was situated in an awkward position when they finally called him to the office sat at the corner.
He'd been leaning against the wall,both feet set apart so he could stand comfortably in the position he had.

Unfortunately,the person who'd called him to the front seemed to differ on his opinion of comfort and gave him an disturbed look. He felt bothered by it for a bit,but that was before she ushered Seokjin into the room,a subtle mumbling of how they needed to grow rules about late customers not having the privilege to be signed.

At that Seokjin pulls his lips into a grim line, growing angry.
It hadn't exactly been his fault that his employer was the man whore he was and that his manager a.k.a boss hadn't been to there to make the workload a bit lighter,now was it?

The apparent pout falls from his mouth when he turns around to be captured into the dark brown orbs that was Kim Taehyung's,Seokjin considering him to be the most handsomest specimen he'd caught sight of thus far(as mentioned earlier),now staring at him with soft looking lips tilted into that of a smile.

"Ahh,the guy who came an hour and a half late.It's a pleasure meeting such an unbothered fan!"
He said,Seokiin's grip on the books growing tighter as the man let out his deep timbre voice.

"Uhm."
He didn't have anything else to say beside that uhm.
Not while he was still as trapped as he was in the orbs that was Kim Taehyung's.

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