Pink Peony | Namjin

Present Pt 4: Kim Seokjin

June 9, 2021
Jin age 25

Namjoon is the new translator.

The person who was my first love in high school and the person who broke my heart by rejecting me. Out of all the possible translators in Seoul, Namjoon got the job.

My palms were sticky with sweat as Namjoon followed me to the International and Foreign Affairs section of the building to get Namjoon an office and to fill out his paperwork.

The whole 5 minute elevator ride to the International and Foreign Affairs section was in dead silence.

Awkward silence.

"Here we are." I mumbled, walking onto the floor. There were only a few workers on the floor, all busy away on their computers and looking at files.

"There aren't that many workers here." Namjoon pointed out, looking around the pretty empty office.

"The International and Foreign Affairs are a new addition to the company requested by me." I replied.

'But I never thought it would bring us to meet again.' I thought, quietly glancing back at him as I headed towards my office, Namjoon looking around the office some more.

"Here we are. You won't be in the system for another week but, you will have a desk and work on your desk by the morning." I stated, determined to stray away from any eye contact as I opened my office door.

"Thank you." Namjoon said politely, sitting down in one of the leather seats in front of my desk.

I only nodded in response, looking at my laptop quietly as I clicked on a few things, getting the system up and running."I'll have to ask you a series of questions so please answer them truthfully or there will be consequences in the future." I explained, sighing as I once again had to fill out another form for a new worker.

"Date of birth?"

"September 12, 1995"

"Sex?"

"Male."

I typed in the answers, a bit flustered at a few of them but, they were important.

"Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?" I asked hesitantly, looking from behind the laptop at his reaction.

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow at me but shook his head."No, but I can get tested again." He explained.

The word 'again' suggested that he had checked at least one other time. Biting my tongue, I acted as if it didn't phase me as I gave a nod, typing in the reply.

"Do you have any criminal records?" I asked, looking at the last question on the forum.

"Nope, I've never committed a crime." He explained, almost looking as if he was bored but, he remained polite.

"How many people........ u-um......." My face was engulfed in flames at the question because of the question that was on the screen of the laptop.

"How many people what?" Namjoon asked, cocking his eyebrow at me.

Letting out a soft shutter, I took a deep breath.'You've asked this to 20 other people with a straight face, you can ask it again to your first love......' I thought in an attempt to reassure myself but...... it wasn't working.

"How many people have you slept with in the past year?" I asked, hiding behind my screen in an attempt to hide my bright red face.

Namjoon chuckled in amusement and smirked at me, his dimples standing out as he stood up."Are you trying to interview me or learn about my sex life?" He asked, cocking one of his eyebrows.

I continued to hide behind the laptop as I felt him move in closer, leaning against the desk. "I-I am simply asking the question that is written on this resume!" I cried, although I was mildly interested because of the fact that I wanted to know if Namjoon had gotten over me or not.

As I continued to look away, shifting in my seat as I was uncomfortable, Namjoon got off the desk."68" Namjoon replied with a sigh, sitting back down in the chair.

"Excuse me?" I asked, looking up at him in confusion.

"Hat's how many people I've slept with in the past year." Namjoon said, causing my mouth to hang open.

"B-But that's about 6 different partners a month!" I cried, the number seeming far too high.

Namjoon just chuckled as he stood up again, fixing his tux as he slowly walked behind my desk, my body petrified by the shock and anticipation. He turned my wheely chair around so I was facing him.

He leaned over, his face inches away as I gulped, trying to pull back as far as possible. Leaning down to my ear, Namjoon whispered,"If you'd like, you could be the 69th" and my breath was taken away as he bit my ear slightly.

How could this be? Namjoon, even when we were in high school, never slept around with people, he believed that sex was a gift to the person that one loved. So, how could he become so cold hearted?