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"Good morning sir." The letter-man gave a quick nod to Jin as he walked through the door.
"Morning." Jin pursed his lips into a smile. "I'm just picking up today and yesterday's mail, since I had a billion meetings this week." He loudly sighed.
"I have a couple things for you." The man pointed out as he swiftly moved behind the counter. "This is all yours sir." He passed the stack of mail to Jin.
"I appreciate it." Jin briefly thanked him, while using his elbow to push the door open.
"Not good, not good." I began to panic as all three of us were crouched down behind a corner. "He's got the mail in his hands." I quietly whispered.
Jimin gave me a dumbfounded look. "We can see that."
"What are we gonna do—?" Hoseok chimes in, after biting his nails for five minutes straight.
"You can distract him." I grabbed onto Hoseok's shoulders. "Run into him by accident so that he drops all of his mail, and then Jimin and I will quickly pick up the invitation and throw it away."
"What about the other five hundred people he sent it to?" Jimin narrowed his eyes. "You gonna make him trip them too?"
"Listen, smart ass." I shifted my gaze to him."You have been no help at all, always bickering with me when I'm the only one coming up with ideas here."
"El, you're ideas are fucking awful." Jimin bluntly stated. "You seriously expect me to believe, running into Jin will stop him from hearing this from one of his coworkers?" He lowered his brows.
"I'm right." I scrunched my nose in attempt to look intimidating.
"and why is that—?" Jimin inched closer.
"Because I'm pregnant, and you can't be mean to pregnant women." I crossed my arms.
"Says who?" He raised his brow.
"Me, now shut the hell up and go with my plan." I fiercely blurted out.
"You're so damn lucky you're pregnant, because if you weren't, I wouldn't be letting that slide." Jimin tugged at his bottom lip.
"I love you." I softly giggled.
"I lo—
"We all love each other, okay?!" Hoseok frantically shouted as he broke us apart. "I'm going out there."
He pushed himself off the floor, and glanced over his shoulder just for precaution. I didn't bother telling him there were camera's everywhere, because I was enjoying this way too much. Hoseok casually walked towards Jin as he shoved both his hands in his front pockets. He started whistling Christmas tunes and gave Jimin and I, a terrible wink. It was nearly two seconds later, and he literally did a cannonball on top of Jin, toppling him to the floor. That definitely looked accidental. Hoseok let out a pig squeal and Jimin and I finally got the hint, rushing to him.
"Jin, are you alright?!" I pretended to act worried as I helped pick him up from the floor. "We'll get your mail for you, since you're probably in a lot of pain." I winked, realizing that I just winked at Jin, thinking he was Jimin. "Uh—please ignore that." I nervously laughed.
"I'm not in pain." Jin rubbed his elbow, telling me otherwise. "I'm just confused."
"Oh my." I dramatically gasped, earning a glare from Jimin. "That's the first sign of a concussion!"
"It is—?" Jin rubbed his head.
"Of course it is." I averted my eyes to Jimin, who was digging through the pile to find the invitation card.
"I think I'm fi—"
"No!" I bluntly shouted, making everyone stop in their place. "I mean, you should go to the clinic, because you know, concussions are deadly."
"Yeah, and you might have Ebola." Hoseok mumbled from the floor, before I jabbed him with my elbow.
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"No, you dumb fucking nut."
I almost snorted after hearing Hoseok's comment, but held myself together. "I'll help you walk to the nurse's room so she can treat you for—
"—Ebola." Jimin muttered with a straight face, before him and Hoseok broke down laughing.
"For a concussion." I tried to smile, but my mind was telling me to slap those two idiots. "Me and Hoseok will help you up, and Jimin will go get you some ice cold water." I gave him a look, but I was a hundred percent sure he didn't actually get the signal.
"Right." Jimin slowly spoke as he averted his eyes to the floor and back at me.
My eyes widened as I saw the invitation card lying in front of him. Now all we needed to do was keep the entire facility from telling him. Hoseok and I walked beside Jin, leading him to the nurses room so she could tell him he's perfectly fine and that were just over reacting. How do I come up with all of these brilliant ideas.
Jimin carried the pile of mail into the conference room, throwing it all on the table. He grabbed the invitation letter, and began shredding it to small pieces. He shoved the scraps into his pocket, and casually walked out of the conference room like nothing ever happened. "I can't believe you!" A booming voice startled him.
Hana stood before him, in tears. "How could you just make babies when you know I'm devotedly in love with you!" She shouted, with a lump in her throat.
"What—?" Jimin tilted his head.
Hana held up the invitation, with boiling anger in her eyes.
"Damn you Hoseok." Jimin quietly muttered to himself, before averting his attention to Hana.
"Listen, Anna—
"It's Hana." She wailed.
"I don't care." Jimin scoffed. "You can't tell anyone about this, okay? You have to promise me."
"Why should I listen to you?" She sniffled, while giving Jimin the cold shoulder.
"Maybe it's because you tried to assault me and I let it slide." Jimin raised his brow. "Or maybe when you gave—
"—your hand a blow job, yeah I get it." She crossed her arms. "It's just not fair."
"Life's not fair, so keep your mouth shut or I'll get you fired." Jimin warned, before walking away.
"So sexy." Hana sensually whispered as she watched him walk away.
Jimin nearly gagged at the memories, and quickly turned around the corner. He rolled his eyes as a figure approached him. "Just who I wanted to see."
"So funny." Jungkook crossed his arms. "Listen, I did what El said, and got all the trainees into the training room. What happens next—?"
"Yeah, see there's a slight delay with the original plan. Hoseok sort of fucked everything up and now we're going on a different schedule." Jimin casually shrugged his shoulders, seemingly unbothered.
"Why didn't anyone tell me—?" Jungkook lowered his brows. "They've been sitting in that room for almost two hours and you want to suddenly decide that the plan is changing?"
"Don't get too cocky." Jimin warned. "El's not here to stop me from kicking your ass."
"You're impossible to talk to." Jungkook scratched the back of his head. "Where's El—?"
"Clinic."
"What—?" Jungkook's face turned pale as he grabbed onto Jimin's shoulders.
"She took Jin to the clinic." Jimin raised his brow, before Jungkook quickly removed his hands.
"Sorry." He quietly muttered. "What's Jin doing in the clinic?"
"It's part of the plan." Jimin cracked his knuckles.
"You actually tied Jin up—?" Jungkook's pupils grew.
"No, not that plan." Jimin furrowed his brows. "I already told you, Hoseok fucked everything up and we needed to fix it."
"Well, what do you want me to tell the trainees?"
"Tell them to take a fucking nap." Jimin scoffed as he walked away.
"Jimin, I'm being serious." Jungkook folded his arms over his chest.
"I gave you a serious answer." Jimin shrugged his shoulders. "At least that's what I'd say."
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"Well, you don't seem to have any concussion." The nurse pursed her lips as she pressed her palm onto his forehead. "I think it was just a bad fall."
"That's great news!" I gave him a fake smile. "Can I talk to you for a second." I nodded my head to the nurse, as she followed me.
"You did something bad, didn't you?" She rested her hands on her hips. "I told you to stay out of trouble."
"You have to tell Jin he has a concussion and that he has to rest for two days." I blurted out as she gave me an odd look. "I'm actually begging you."
"You want me to lie?" She raised her brows. "Do you know who we're dealing with?"
"I know." I pouted, while crossing my arms. "I don't know what else to do."
"Tell the truth maybe." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Or maybe you can tell him he has a concussion" I gave a her a weak smile, while motioning at the door.
"What am I gonna do with you?" She sighed, as I cheerfully threw my fist in the air.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." I gave her a quick hug before walking out side by side.
"Am I good to go?" Jin stood, brushing the dust off his pants.
I quickly looked over at the nurse, who irritatedly crossed her arms. "I actually need you to rest for about two days so we can make sure you're not suffering from any serious injuries." She smiled.
"Two days?" Jin widened his eyes. "That's too long, I have four meetings tomorrow."
"That's alright." I rushed by his side. "Jimin will just cover for you. Trust me, he's really good at public speaking." I gave him a pathetic laugh. "I'll even tell him right now, so you can just go to your room and rest." I gently pushed him towards the door.
"I don't know ab—
"Shh." I shoved him out the room, and quickly pulled the door shut. "That was close."
"You think?" Hoseok scratched his aching head.
"I never asked you to do a cannonball." I defended myself as he just glared back. "We need to go find Jimin, he should have demolished the invitation by now." I grabbed Hoseok's wrist, dragging him out the nurses room. We ran to the stairs, stopping to catch out breath. "He should already be here."
"There he is—!" Hoseok shouted, startling me as he ran over to Jimin. "Where have you been?"
"You're asking me where I've been when you guys have been in the clinic for half an hour now." He glanced down at his watch. "Where's Jin?"
"I got the nurse to go along with our little plan, so she told him he had to rest for two days." I proudly smiled. "My plan actually worked this time."
"Good for you." Jimin scrunched his nose.
"You're just jealous." I shrugged my shoulders as he stepped in front of me.
"You're right." Jimin gently lifted my chin. "I wanna carry a demon in me for nine mo—
Jimin clutched onto his stomach as a soft groan escaped his lips. I checked my knuckles for any bruises, and gave him a petty shrug. "Sorry for interrupting you, keep going." I beamed a smile.
"Fuck you." He hissed, holding his stomach.
"Where's the invitation anyways?" I raised my brow at him. "Did you even get rid of it?"
Jimin struggled to reach into his pocket, pulling out the remains of paper, before dropping it into my hands. "I shredded it to pieces, just like you asked.
"That's not the invitation." Hoseok lowered his brows as he raised one of the pieces to his face.
"What." Jimin stared at him, dumbfounded.
"The invitations I sent out had a blue envelope, not a white one." Hoseok briefly explained, before turning to glare at Jimin. "You destroyed the wrong letter."
"You never told me it was blue." Jimin pointed out as he tried to defend himself. "What, does that mean we're having a boy?" He lowered his brow.
"Jimin." I grabbed his shoulders. "I gave you a look when the letter was right in front of you. This whole time, I thought that you saw it too."
"Well, you thought wrong." Jimin folded his arms against his chest. "That's your fault, not mine."
"How is it m—
"PARK JIMIN."
Jin's booming voice rang through the facility as he stood outside the conference room door, holding a dark blue envelope in his right hand.
"Oh shit."
AUTHORS NOTE
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