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As much as Jungkook loved the near endless travel opportunities his job provided, he did enjoy the slower pace a simple day in the office afforded from time to time; at least in the office, he didn't have to spend hours buffing dirt and viscera off of his prized Louboutins. On the odd occasion, he even found himself wishing to be involved in the watercooler gossip or to be ‘cc’ed’ into endless office email chains, even if it was only to understand half of the jokes in the crappy sitcoms that he’d watch from one jet to the next. The novelty wore off pretty quickly. The problem with office days was they were also unbearably boring. He would remember pretty swiftly why he didn't think much to said cooler gossip; there was only so much of ‘so and so cheated on their partner with whats-her-face in sales’ he could take. He had to admit that it was much more interesting when he had cheated with whats-his-face in accounts but on the whole? It was just mind-numbingly dull. Drama for drama’s sake. That's why he preferred each and every office day to be broken up with at least a full calendar month of his actual job, not that anyone here knew what that was - well, all but the particular guy in sales who signs off on his wage each month that is. It had been a fun conversation apparently to justify the average company salary a month to a guy who was on-site only two days in forty. His paycheck stated he was a sales consultant and when given a whole list of deals JK had…negotiated the accountant was placated. He always did pride himself on being the best. That's what made today so difficulty.
Jungkook was bouncing off the walls in his own head desperate for distraction yet only getting the dull roar of office conversation. He needed much more than a monotonous office day to distract from last night’s failure, his failure. He needed a break from the endless loop of last night's events playing throughout his mind, from the first blemish on his perfect record. He needed something to draw his mind from the modern-day Dick Turpin wannabe and his little pet. If a blush rose to his cheeks at the thought of being pinned beneath said pet, laying in a puddle as the water - and warmth from the other body above his - began permeating his leathers, well he would never admit such a thing to anyone.
The deluge of his thoughts was gratefully interrupted by Miss Lee, Hwe-jang Moya’s personal secretary tapping on his shoulder. “ Jungkook, I am so glad to see you! I don't suppose you could watch over the desk for like twenty minutes, could you? I have to make a personal call real quick… I promise that I’ll be back before he gets out of his meeting but if I'm not, then just tell him I ran to the bathroom real quick…” the woman requested gesticulating wildly, a look of desperation in her eyes, “I already put you on the guest account and loaded up YouTube. Please JK? I’ll owe ya big time !” The words rushed from her with such a speed they would put a professional rapper to shame. He shook his head internally, now was not the time to be lamenting lost dreams. He snapped out of his momentary stupor to nod his assent to her, smiling.
He barely had time to register that hugged him before she jetted out the door. He let out a scoff of fond laughter. She had been one of the few people to show him some kindness and consideration though his time here so he wouldn’t begrudge her the odd favour or two if he was around to do it.
He began to regret that choice not five minutes later. Her computer, while fine when she had left, started flickering and opening windows like crazy the second he tried to open solitaire to pass the time. He decided against playing cards after dismissing what he believed was two-hundred tabs, instead opting to browse YouTube for the gym equipment review video he had started watching before he got the call for the Japan job.
After only a few more minutes, the whole computer screen froze, then went completely black. He checked the machine and monitor to see if they had turned themselves off. They hadn’t. Jungkook decided after a minute of testing and twiddling his thumbs that he couldn't risk Moya missing an important message so bit the bullet and called the IT support line. He supposed looking back, that was the start of how his day took a turn for the worse.
Not three minutes later, Jungkook wondered if they suddenly had a side-line as a modeling agency when the supposed ‘IT guy’ walked through the door.
“Jeon Jungkook? Kim Seokjin, IT support engineer, how can I help you today? What seems to be the problem?” How the hell did the man sound like a supermodel too? He was honestly lost on this company, tucked away in a dusty old server room.
Jungkook pulled himself from his internal monologue about the man in front of him to stutter out his reply, “I-it went black a few minutes ago, the screen I mean. I was watching a Youtube video and it just went black.” Jungkook began shuffling on the balls of his feet, looking every bit the chastised toddler in his nervous rambling talking to this beautiful human about the second imperfection he had caused within his life in the past few days.
Seokjin seemed to take his nerves as feeling bad for having ‘broken the computer’, not that he would have stood a chance of knowing the real reason. “ Now, now Jeon Jungkook-ssi, there's nothing to worry about,” he declared, “ watching Youtube won't have broken it too bad, let me sit down and have a look and I’ll have you back to your video in a jif - get it? Jif, Gif? Ha! I’m hilarious”
JK was floored, there is no way the man just made a joke that bad right? Seokjin was still giggling at his own joke as he walked past him to take his seat at the computer. After a few seconds of silence, Seokjin seemed to think it was too quiet.
“Maybe you just need another one. hmm…Why did the PowerPoint presentation cross the road? To get to the other slide! D’ya get it?” Seokjin began raucously laughing so loud that people outside the office probably wondered how someone had got a car all the way up to the twenty-fourth floor and into the boss's office.
The reflection of sunlight upon a silver ring caught Jungkook’s eye as he turned his attention to its source; a man of slightly above average height in a very nice, very form-fitting suit. Wait, he knew that face- “You! Stop! Thief! Security! ”Jungkook bellowed, Running across the office at speed, leaping over the haphazardly strewn office chair to launch himself directly at the man in question knocking both of them to the ground.
“Now, now Jungkook,” the man whispered sultrily “we just have to stop meeting like this” he smirked. Jungkook was livid, “ I knew it was you! you have some nerve to show your face here, especially after last night thief!”
Kim Seokjin ran behind them, breathless and aghast, “Park Sajangnim! Are you alright?! Jeon what are you doing to Hwe-jang Moya’s two ‘o clock?!”
“If this is his two ‘o clock then he’s a liar Seokjin-ssi! This man stole from me last night!” Jungkook bellowed leveling ‘Park Sajangnim’ with the deathliest death stare he could muster before pushing himself up off of the man he accosted; Jin glared at him, hastily refilled folder in his arms and tapping his foot the whole time.
Jin ran to help Jimin to his feet, giving him back his files and briefcase and dusting him off a little, asking if he had met Jungkook before as the man in question turned his back on the pair. JK scoffed incredulously at the answer ‘A case of mistaken Identity’ his left foot! He doubted he would forget that face for as long as he drew breath.
Jin hastened over to him before grabbing onto his shoulder painfully, forcing him into a bow as Jin himself spouted endless apologies and platitudes, begging ‘Park Sajangnim’ not to sue. The charade lasted about a minute before Park had replied how ‘mistaken identity could happen to anybody’, that he wasn’t planning on pressing charges, and most gallingly that he hopes to meet Jungkook under better circumstances next time and wishes him the best with finding his thief before leaving.
That little…
When Jungkook once again stood upright, he was greeted with a rapidly reddening Seokjin, laying into him about professionality and decorum especially as he was often sent to special functions as Mr Moya’s replacement and was therefore a face of the company. After twenty full minutes of Seokjin’s ire, he began to feel suitably chastened. What had he been thinking? even though they looked identical, ‘Jimin’ had been blond and Park Sajangnim had natural-looking black hair… Maybe he just had one of those faces. Jungkook apologised to Seokjin, thanking him also for his help in the situation.
As Jin, now placated, turned him before walking to the door to leave him alone with his Youtube gym reviews, he took one last parting shot “ Hey hoobae, you might want to go to the bathroom soon. Has no one ever told you not to put a fountain pen in the breast pocket of a white shirt before? honestly… and you’re supposed to be one of the faces of the company; how far we mighty have fallen!” he giggled to himself as he left the door and therefore JK’s life.
Jungkook looked down at his breast pocket. Blue ink. Shit.