Namjoon's POV

I flipped the table after carefully taking all of the stuff off of it.

"Namjoon, what that fuck are you doing?" Jin asked me.

"Flipping a table, why? Do you need me for anything?" I asked condescendingly.

"No, I meant like what the fuck? Why did you just flip the table?" He asked me.

"Uh, well work just called, they need a totally different set of data then they asked me for in the first place." Those dumbasses, like seriously, am I supposed to spent my time arranging the data for them to ask for something completely different? What do they get paid for? Fucking up other people's work and causing them to flip totally undeserving tables? I get paid for arranging sets of data, not denting tables.

"Did you take your meds today?"

"No, but why do you care?"

"Because if you're going to flip a table, I'd rather it not be out of anger. You know that you need to take it, or you get worked up over the littlest things. Please take it now."

"Fine," I asked, a little calmer than before. I went into the bathroom and took out the meds from the cabinet. Two.
I then placed them on my tongue and washed them down with water.

"Happy?" I asked Jin, returning to the room.

"Yes, very. I need to go cook lunch, but why don't you go for a walk, clear your head?" Jin asked me.

"Sure, why not? A walk could be good for me." I said, but mostly thinking out loud.

Just a couple minutes later

I had my mask on, partially to protect from the coronavirus, (we all know masks don't work to prevent from getting sick, but it's Korea so they all wear masks anyway) but also because I hate being recognized as a model. (Okay so Namjoon has more than one job now)

It started to rain. Oh joy.

I ran quickly back home, wind passing through my purple-ish hair, which was now slightly wet.

"Back so soon?" Jin asked from the kitchen as I came into our house, taking off my shoes and jacket.

"Look outside," I said, pointing to the window in the kitchen behind him.

"Oh. Also, for lunch I made bulgogi, but I guess you could have seen that from the beef marinating in the fridge." He said.

So that's where the amazing smell that made my mouth water came from. Jin only cooked bulgogi if I put gochujang on the grocery list though, so I don't know where this came from. Ah well, good food is good food.

Jin handed me a bowl and sat down at the table. It smelled delicious, but I had to work. After setting my bowl down on the table, I washed up in the bathroom and got back to work in my office.

There was a sticky note on my computer saying "work smart, not hard. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ There's snacks in the mini fridge!"

Could he get any more cheesy?

I took a random snack out of the mini fridge, and it was a small chocolate chip waffle. I put it in my mouth and went back to my computer. New set of data to arrange. I sighed inwardly and started working.

Seokjin hyung came by and knocked on the door. "Hey, the bulgogi is going to get cold if you keep working. And besides, it's a Sunday! Why are you working yourself to death if it's a free day? Oh, by the way, I need to go downtown for a photoshoot soon."

"Hypocrite much? You just said I shouldn't be working and then you need to go to your job? Jeez."

"As I told you earlier, my job has slightly less stress than yours," Jin sighed. "And anyway I still need to go, so eat," he said, pushing the bowl at me.

"Okay okay, you go, I'll eat. But I also have a shoot tomorrow, and apparently it's with you? I'll see you there then. When will you get back?" I asked.

"It shouldn't take too long, maybe an hour or two. Make sure to eat!" Jin said.

"Okay hyung," I said.

Once Seokjin had left, I immediately ate the bulgogi as fast as possible and got back to work.

New email in inbox

From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]

Hello from our office in Seoul. We need a new spreadsheet for the project by tomorrow evening.

Sincerely, Seoul Office.
___

I looked up from the screen and banged my head against the desk. A whole new spreadsheet? Again? And I have a photoshoot tomorrow, so that cuts my day in half. Sometimes I wonder if two jobs is worth the extra money with the stress it brings.

I should ask my boss if both spreadsheets need to be completed.

I dialed the number on a sticky note. "Hey Taehyung? Do you need both spreadsheets by tomorrow or just the one in the email?"

"Only the one in the email, Namjoon. Thanks for asking."

"Okay, I should have it done soon. Bye," I said, hanging up.

I rubbed my temples and tried to stare at the screen, which was starting to get fuzzy around the edges. Damnit why now?

I went into the bathroom and pulled out a different pill bottle. 2 pills should be enough, right? Aish why am I asking you, you know nothing. Namjoonie, be nicer to the readers! They're the only reason you exist!

Nice to know my existence can be deleted by a tap of a button.

Isn't it? I'd be nicer if I were you.

How can you even boss me around, you're 12 years younger than me.

*Tap* do you wanna be deleted?

No no no, sorry. I'll just be getting back to work.

You shouldn't do that and you-

Shut up.

I left the bathroom and sat down in my office chair, wondering about Seokjin and what he was doing. He's probably almost started his shoot by now. I wonder how hot he-

Kim Namjoon! You can't think that at work!

But... I'm technically at home...

Look, you don't even need an author to argue with, you have your own head!

Oi.

My exact thoughts. Okay see you.

I decided enough was enough. Lol the word enough is technically enough- okay Namjoon I'll go.

I decided enough was enough. Time to skip out on work for the rest of the day. Is it wrong that in quarantine all I do is skip out on work?

I called Jin and he told me that he was done the shoot and coming home soon. Good, we can have quality time together. *Giggles*

Oh not like that you pervert. I mean we're going to be cuddling and all that cute shit.

You're making me UwU and I'm the author...

Well then end the chapter and call it a day! Or night, time difference.

Night here, but Imma end it now. Sorry you don't get to cuddle Jin publicly, but private is better, right?

Not for the readers, but for us yes. I like privacy from the camera- er, the paper. Quick summary?

Sure why not.

So basically Jin came home, I put his coat up, he asked me why I wasn't working, I told him why, we cuddled on the bed, I kissed his forehead when he fell asleep and stayed beside him until I did the Chandler hug-and-roll thing, but my arm got stuck and I had to kinda lift his skinny frame up to free my arm. Then, with my mood lifted, I attempted at making food. It was okay, albeit slightly burnt.

Nice summary 👏👏👏

Thanks, now I kinda need to get back to work, I have a spreadsheet due tomorrow.