Perplexing Simplicities

episode⓸

Jung Hoseok sat cross legged in his office chair, head slumped in his arms on his desk.

He had been quietly sitting there trying not to physically crack for about ten minutes. It wasn't enough time.

He had considered just letting it all go, crying, screaming, taking those heavy panicked breathes as you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror and just watch it all fall apart. But after a bit of calculation, he realized that it would probably take more time to break down and recover then just pull himself together. And he didn't really have time, so, here he sat, trying desperately to hold it together until he could go home.

Hoseok was not usually the type to find simple acts of life painful, but lately it felt like the whole world had turned against him and he didn't particularly enjoy that.

Today, yet another customer had come to him and complained about his class. The first time it had been the music, "Why do you play such trashy songs? And curse words I mean really I don't know why I even take this class if you're just going to swear at me the whole time!" So, ever willing to be flexible, Hobi had found some clean versions of his songs. The next day however, some idiot guy was complaining that Hobi's "vibe" was fucking up the class. That somehow him having a bad day was making the $20 class less valuable? But today, today had been the worst by far. 

A pregnant woman, one of his regulars, had shown up to class very clearly nearing her due date. Immediately he had asked her if she was sure she was up for the class considering it was one of the high intensity ones. She had looked at him like he was stupid and ignored his concerns, telling him to continue with the class. Trusting that this soon to be mother would have the rationale to pace herself, Hoseok let it be. However, halfway through the class she wasn't looking too good and by the end she came up to him telling him he needed to modify his class. He had explained all the details of how maybe she should just take a lower intensity class but the woman refused to hear him. He then spent an hour arguing with her, which, to be fair he probably shouldn't have done because he was already losing patience after a long day, and concluded that she was extremely upset and refusing to see reason. She had threatened to "tell the world what a horrible person you are!" at the end of their conversation and left Hoseok feeling like he just wanted to decompose and give up on literally everything. But really it wasn't that bad.

Hobi sighed and looked down at his shoes, finally allowing himself a free flow of oxygen after near smothering himself in his arms.

The white sneakers were splashed with a dark brown liquid from the doofus who ran into him and for some reason it had just made everything a hundred times worse.

He growled under his breath and kicked off the shoes.

A slight buzzing brought his attention to the phone in front of him.

😃Jimin🌸

He reluctantly answered the phone, letting it rest face up on the table.

"What is it I'm working?"

"Aish" Jimin scowled through the phone, "Are you ever gonna get over this slump?"

Hobi sighed "It's been like a week can you just let me be depressed in peace please?"

Jimin laughed sarcastically. "Actually, it's been like three months! I noticed cause the sun stopped shining..."

Hobi could hear the younger's pout through the phone and it made him roll his eyes. "I'm working what do you need?"

"Well, I'm actually calling to see what you need."

Hoseok squinted at nothing. "What?"

Jimin sighed. "I'm asking what will help you get out of this good-for-nothing, mopy shithole you're stuck in cause it's seriously getting bad Hobi!"