not what you think

xxxix: n

Joonki, as the art handler, stows the canvases in front of Taehyung's office, before the latter male enters the edifice and ushers him in with permission.

He'd be greeting the other male for the second time, eye to eye, in a span of a few weeks, when he has been circumvented from the seemingly ethereal looking male before by the brisk footing of his feet. He can't say he apprehends the encounter as identical as before, where they viewed each other more than his easement.

He sways his head in annoyance at the reminisce of the occurrence.

"Ready to meet him eye to eye again?" Minyoung chortles with juvenility, in his tow, a mammoth grin on her visual.

Joonki views her in crossness before swaying his head in disbelief.

"Just say you like him already, because he likes you," Minyoung shrugs, a ghost of a grin on her lips. "You will be his happy ever after."

"Just because you imagine a future with him, it doesn't mean I do," Joonki rolls his eyes before stowing his painting tenderly along the ones he stowed the identical way.

"You have a fairer shot at being his forever than I do," Minyoung's lower lip prods out, in perplexity over Joonki's misprize over the scenario.

"But do I look like I want to be?", Joonki rolls his eyes.

"He looks at you more than he has looked at any male or female his age here," Minyoung says.

"How do you know that? Have you been creeping up my back again?" Joonki views her with a stout gaze.

"No. I'm not a creepy stalker, trust me," Minyoung waves her hands in ousting.

"When he told us last week to make our paintings, he looked at you for quite some time before he went back to his office with Namjoon-nim," Minyoung says with sureness.

"How long?", Joonki voices, a pleat amidst his brows, in a tad bit of curiosity, contrary to his perception towards the male for what transpired nearly half a year ago.

"Maybe a minute or two, until the crowd dispersed and Namjoon-nim nudged him a bit before they went back."

Joonki nods, viewing groundwards, a rumination waving over him.

Has Taehyung been perceiving some sort of enticement towards the male, albeit he has shown disdain and impassivity towards him? Or could it be changing?

Joonki entails to say he didn't perceive any of that sort in a sense of carnality, he viewed him as he perceived a lever in the sense of unearthing more about the male.

Because after Namjoon's elucidation about the scenario has forged a cranny in his psyche to contemplate over, which could sketch a singular inference that he might not be entirely at fault. Besides, what could Mr. Son do but barter off a sinking ship because a voice phishing levered upon his entirety of the empire? His anger could be projected at the culprit forging a way in their life and wane like a hurricane, dismantling every bit of everyone involved.

Taehyung tread as far as translate money from his to the ones who bore the brunt upon his impulse, or entailment to extend aid.

Who is to blame, the one who has blamed through leaden eyes or the one truly at the tip end of culpability?

"You're thinking about what I said, am I right?"

Joonki sways his head, dewy haze shrouding his vision from the rumination gliding to translucency, viewing the female at his front.

"I wasn't," Joonki says, emanating a cough from the throat, fluttering his eyes a few times.

"You were," Minyoung gestures at his with her two index fingers, "You were actually giving second thoughts."