Two Worlds | JIKOOK ✅

3.

JIMIN POV

"Have a seat."

Crap, Allen looked old.

Not like his normal I'm not a young guy anymore but old old.

He'd been absent more than present at the bar for quite a while so maybe it was my memory playing tricks
but no, he looked bad.

I hobbled over and sat in the wobbly seat in front of his desk.

Last time I was back there
I had to switch to days.

He hadn't even bothered to
come in for the accident.

"Nice to see you." I lied,
my pants about to burst into flames.

It wasn't nice...

it was fucking terrifying.

I needed this job and nothing about this formal situation
felt like it was no big deal.

Nothing.

"No, It's not."

"You know I hate this place."

What the actual fuck?

He sat back in his chair, his
eyes closed.

"I gotta get out of here." His exasperated sigh filled the air.

I just let the silence sit there, unsure what else to do.

"Don't be like me, son."

"Just don't."

"I put everything into making money and now what do I
have to show for it?"

He pushed his chair back.

"Money, That's what."

"Not a family? Not a decent group of friends."

"Not anything but money."

I didn't remind him I had a
son I loved and put first so I wasn't likely to be like him.

The reason he was so alone
had nothing to do with making money, it had to do with
not paying attention.

"Yes, sir." Because he may be wrong but I still liked getting paid and not being fired for falling, which wasn't legal
but when did that ever stop anyone?

"Ever been to Costa Rica?"

"No, sir."

Okay maybe he'd been
drinking.

It was not even noon
but stranger things had happened.

"How about Slovenia?"

"No, sir."

"I haven't traveled much."

Or at all.