My Mr. Fvckboy | h.js |

2.8

Y/n's POV

We're so close to finishing this project.

I am beyond happy, we're getting it done so early.

Jisung got up after saying he was going to get something to drink.

"Y/n" Minho whispered.

"Minho" I whispered back.

"How do you spell-"

He was cut off from me slightly gasping, and Jisung nearly hitting the floor.

I looked down at my clothes, mainly shirt.

I know this man did not just spill his bright red damn fruit punch shit on me.

It got on my leg and all over my shirt.

I unstick my shirt from my skin and look at it with wide eyes.

Jisung looks at me with even wider eyes.

"I- Oh my god- uh-" He stammers a lot before putting down his less than half empty cup on the coffee table we were working on.

"I'm so sorry- Are you okay? Sorry I just tripped and it-"

I look at him, which makes him go quiet.

Looking at both him and my shirt briefly before speaking.

"It's okay,"

"D-Do you need anything? Let me help you I-"

"Its okay. You don't need to help me, wheres your bathroom?"

He led me to the bathroom and before I could close the door he held it open.

"Sorry again, I really didn't mean to-"

"Jisung, I said it was okay, stop apologizing"
I closed the door and sighed.

I appreciate when people are nice but I hate constant apologies.

I get some paper towels that I found in the cabinets.

I'm very nosy so I always check people's cabinets and drawers when I'm at their house.

I was gonna just use my hands to clean it, but I guess it was meant to be.

I washed off as much as I could with water and a little bit of soap.

But, with a white shirt, the red stain was still very visible.

My skin was sticky underneath, no matter how much I washed it, it still felt sticky due to the shirt still having absorbed some of the juice.

I dry my shirt with the paper towels before I wash my hands one last time before opening the door.

The second I do, I'm met with someone.

"Uh here's a towel, so you can dry your shirt"

He looks at my shirt.

Which has a big stain.

"Oh thats like really bad, I'm sorry, again. I shouldve watched where I was going-"

"Jisung please stop apologizing its getting on my nerves." I look at him straight.

"I'm not mad about the shirt okay. I'm mad because you keep apologizing about it. Its fine." I grab the towel from him, "Thank you"

I start patting my shirt dry. "Its not a big deal, I have plenty of more shirts"

"Do you need anything else?" he twiddled his fingers.

"No" I reply, before walking back to the table.