I hurried to the main office where Lee Gun Ho usually worked at.
Him and Seokjin were at his desk, discussing something over his computer as Seokjin worked on it.
They both looked up in surprise at my arrival.
"What are you--"
I cut Seokjin off, "Where is everyone? Shouldn't the team be here?"
"No one wanted to work overtime. It's not their job on the line, so they didn't care." Gun Ho complained.
"Were you able to finish my design yet?" I asked, joining them at the desk.
"We haven't been able to get around to it yet. Our client changed their minds about their vision again." Seokjin grumbled, typing furiously on the keyboard.
"I swear it seems as if we're being sabotaged!" Lee Gun Ho threw his hands up in frustration.
"You're not." I assured him, calmly. "If there's anything I've learned from my internship is that clients don't know what they want. They have an idea, but it's up to us to create and decide."
I walked over to Lee Gun Ho and patted him on the shoulder, "You seemed overworked, sir. Go rest while I look over the portfolios. I might be able to come up with some ideas for their advertisement."
He sighed with relief, thanked me and went to a back office to rest.
I rolled my sleeves up and as I began to tie my hair back, Seokjin cocked his head to the side.
Looking up and down at my outfit, he asked, "So why are you here and not on your date?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm here to help, obviously."
He furrowed his brows. "Did something happen or were you just bored?"
"Are you so bored that you have to ask me a million questions?" I retorted.
He huffed in annoyance as I smiled slyly.
"If you must know, he offered to cut the date short because he could tell I was worried about you guys. I was having a great time though." I folded my arms, looking down my nose at him.
He wasn't looking at me, however, but at his computer screen.
He had a distant look on his face.
After a short awkward silence, he said, "Thank you."
Well, that's a first.
We began looking through files that our client had sent with their storyboards of ideas. It all seemed scattered and at first glance, incoherent. Seokjin and I discussed some similarities until we discovered an overall theme.
At that time, Gun Ho had awoken.
He was excited at what we had accomplished, and began planning out the final idea board to pitch to our clients.
I helped organize a bit before starting on the design. It was already passed midnight and the computer screen was starting to look blurry.
I yawned, rubbing my eyes.
Seokjin set a mug of steaming coffee on my desk, and gently pushed it towards me.
I thanked him, trying a sip.
Gaddamn that's good.
"You're actually really good at that," He stated observing my work on the screen as he sat on my desk next to me. "You're an artist."
I couldn't help but blush. "Well, I didn't get this job for no reason, right?"
He chuckled. "I suppose."
Under his breath he added, "Not like me."
I knew I wasn't supposed to hear that so I said nothing while I continued to work.
He sat there for a time, watching me work, making a few suggestions whenever I got stuck.
It was actually very pleasant and helpful.
After we completed the logo, we went back to Gun Ho and helped him with the rest of the project.
I don't recall what time it was or how Seokjin and I ended up on the couch in the break room, but sometime in the early morning, Gun Ho woke us up.
"I let you sleep as long as I could, but employees will be here soon and I didn't want there to be gossip." He told us with a hint of a smile on his face.
I felt groggy and exhausted as I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
I felt Seokjin stir beside me.
I froze.
We had fallen asleep sitting on the couch and somehow I ended up in his arms with a small blanket over us.
And one arm was still wrapped around my waist.
Seokjin used his other hand to rub his eyes.
His hair was slightly messy, and his cheeks flushed from sleep. His lips were extra pouty. I couldn't help but admire how adorable he looked.
He caught me staring and raised an eyebrow before a yawn escaped his lips.
"What time is it?" He asked Lee Gun Ho, groggily.
"Almost six o'clock." The man replied, "I'm shocked but we were able to do a week's work in one night. I'm very impressed with you both. You make a great team." Gun Ho smiled proudly.
My face felt hot, partly due to his words, and mostly due to the fact that I was completely aware of Seokjin's hand still casually holding my waist.
Why won't he let go?
I pushed the blanket off of me to give him an opening to move his hand but he still didn't budge.
Instead he continued talking to our boss, like an oblivious fool, "Do you think we're ready to pitch it today?"
"Maybe. It usually takes a day to set up a meeting." Lee Gun Ho added, "I think you should both take the day off and rest. I'll call you in if I can get them here today."
Then, he left to see to it, leaving Seokjin and I sitting awkwardly on the couch.
I turned towards him, but instead of his hand sliding off, it moved to the small of my back.
"So I guess our late night working was a bit pointless. We could've just done it today." I laughed nervously.
His gentle touch on my back was strange.
Not unwelcome, though, to my surprise. It was almost...
Comforting?
Seokjin tilted his head in thought before shaking it, "No. The sooner it was done the better. Thankfully we can rest before we present it."
I nodded in agreement.
"Thank you, again." He said, with a rare smile on his lips. "We couldn't have done it without you."
I returned the smile, "We're a team, dummy."
Strange.
Those words had come out affectionately.
We sat there in yet another awkward silence.
My gaze fell to his chest, where the top buttons to his black button up had come undone, exposing his pale firm chest and the tops of his broad shoulders.
I felt his hand move on my back, anticipating him to remove it.
But instead, he just adjusted it, his palm pressed a bit more firmly against me.
I bit my lip, nervously.
My heart was racing.
I raised my eyes, only to be locked in by his own.
His gaze startled me, my breath catching in my throat.
He was looking at my lips, almost hungrily.
He has never looked at me like this before...
He leaned forward, his hand pushing gently against my back, easing me towards him.
His other hand reached for my face....
I don't know what came over me but it was like an instinct I couldn't ignore.
"Taehyung kissed me last night." I blurted out.
His hand froze in midair.
I didn't realize I was breathing so hard.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I was so certain my face would melt off at that point.
And I just couldn't look at his.
Then, his hand was gone.
It suddenly felt cold on my back.
Or maybe it was just shift of the room's mood.
Seokjin sat up, away from me, running a hand through his hair.
I opened my mouth to speak but he stood up, cutting me off, "We should go before people show up. Make sure you rest today."
He left.
I sat there, mouth hanging open like an idiot.
W-what just happened?