INTERN [Series 1]

INTERN - PART 06

Upon returning to the building, Namjoon figures there's no time to be his usual active self and opts for the elevator, frantically pressing the button for it to come to the ground floor. Figuring it isn't coming down anytime too soon, he pulls out his phone from his trouser pocket and dials for Seokjin.

Time drags out slowly for Namjoon as he waits for his roommate to pick up the bleeding phone and quit spending his time looking in the goddamn mirror -- okay, sure, he doesn't know for certain why Seokjin takes so long to pick up but Namjoon fully well knows it's date night tonight, so he'll be spending at least 3 hours preening himself, so it's more than likely a valid hypothesis.

"Namjoon-ah? Is everything okay? You don't usually call at this time" Seokjin answers as the elevator doors open, revealing the inside to Namjoon who steps inside promptly and with relief.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just gonna be a little late, that's all..." Namjoon begins. His speech comes to an abrupt halt though when at the last second before the doors close, someone else steps inside, leaving Namjoon silent on the other end of the line to Seokjin.

"Uh, Namjoon-ah?"

'Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?'

"Helloooo? Have you lost signal Joon-ah?!" Seokjin enquires, demanding a reply. "Joon-ah?!"

"Uh, yeah, I-I-I...left something behind.... Gotta... gotta go."

"You know, you should really be more careful with your possessions, intern," voices the company in the lift, the sound making Namjoon a bag of nerves.

'How on earth have I ended up in an elevator with the editor?!'

*

"Hmm, how odd," Seokjin hums, plonking his phone down onto the dresser unit, returning his attention to the mirror. "I hope he can get back before I leave; who else is there to compliment me on my efforts?" he questions with a sigh, leaning onto one elbow, jaw gently pressed onto his fist.

Not leaving his phone alone for too long, he reaches back over for the device and unlocks it to start typing a text

To: Blondie

My friend seems a little distressed... Can we push back our plans by an hour? No longer :)

*

"What's it to you?" Namjoon questions, surprised that he can still muster any of that 'sass' that writer Jeongguk seems to like so much...

"'We're losing contact with our audience'... You said that, right?" enquires Hoseok, leaning himself coolly against the elevator wall.

"I asked you a question first, editor." Namjoon manages to speak up; what's the worst that could happen, eh? He has to be bold.

"You know, you shouldn't leave the things that are yours lying around so carelessly, intern... I found your wallet just out in the open, ready for anyone to take as their own any second... And then there's the sweetcakes you forgot about on my desk..." Hoseok tells Namjoon, forcing the wallet and bag into his hands and returning to his position against the wall.

"You fully well know these were for you..." Namjoon counters, emphasizing his grasp on the bag of sweetcakes, "...and seriously? I'm still just 'intern'? You fully well know who I..."

Namjoon's words are stopped by a sudden muffled booming sound and dread fills his entire body as the elevator lights give out also. This is typical, once again; the minute Namjoon decides to speak up on anything, there is always something the keep a hold on him afterwards.

"Fine..." Hoseok sighs, unphased by the broken elevator situation, "... but you can still take your stupid food back."

"Excuse me?" Namjoon panics, pacing back and forth, smacking the walls with his palms, knowing that he is now trapped, meaning he will have to face this out for longer than expected... not that this was an expected situation to arise in the first place.