(상남자) Boy In Luv
Luv In Work
"You got a message! You got a message!" My cellphone rang in the silence of the elevator to my manager's building. The noise was loud and obnoxious, leaving bells chiming in my ears. I removed the device that required too much of my attention, sliding to unlock, answering the text message as quickly as possible so I could less likely risk being yelled at.
He answered through a phone call instead. Hesitation shocked me in a few seconds, my mind battling whether to accept the call or to decline. Without much convincing, I held the phone up to my ear to be greeted by his rambunctious voice in the morning. It was barely dawn when I arrived here by the city's public bus.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the elevator. Almost there sir," I bowed but he wasn't watching, that was my only habit.
"Okay, make sure to stop by me first." With those final threatening words, the other line cut off. Simultaneously, the elevator doors parted for a man, too young to be working as one of the staffs of this industry; BigHit Entertainment. I glanced to my left, where he stood in his area- making sure to allow me enough space for comfort like a gentlemen- and recognized him. Jungkook, one of the youngest members and only a few months older than me, but he appeared to be a twelve-year-old.
"Hello," I bowed to him. He mirrored the same actions to me but with a large grin, exposing two perfect rows of pearly teeth. I was taken aback, regaining my train of thought when the doors split open again. This time, instead of another Bangtan member, there was a crowd of workers, clustering the space. I banged my head on the side of the elevator wall as I was pinned against someone; the twelve-year-old looking boy. My heart wrenched and my heartbeat raced out of my chest and I wouldn't be surprised if he heard. Warmth covered and heated my cheeks.
"Are you alright?" He inquired, averting his eyes from mine to the spot my head was injured.
"Yeah, it just hurts." I couldn't help but stare back into his eyes, no matter how awkward and embarrassing this atmosphere was for the both of us. He wasn't complaining, squirming, or in a panic, he was just gazing into my eyes with those dark orbs.
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