There he sat in his office, the headache pounding inside of him along with the sounds of his coworker’s heart beats, the blood flowing their way through their veins driving him crazy. Doojoon’s eyes focused on the pencil he had in his hand, tapping the utensil on the desk to keep himself from focusing only on his hunger. He didn’t have time for that. Not during his work hours at least. This secretary looked up at him, the scarf covering the wounds he had inflicted on her early in the work week. It was an accident how it happened, and how quickly it happened. He was able to change what she saw, and she simply thought she got hurt by an animal and was just dizzy from the medicine the hospital prescribed to her.
The raven haired man stood up abruptly, fists balling up as he pressed them into the mahogany desktop with the wood starting to give in from the little force he had used. “Jiyeon-ssi, I need coffee, could you…?” his question trailed off, his tongue darting out to moisten the painfully dry lips. He needed a drink, just not the one he requested for. The minutes on the clock slowly ticked by, his eyes focusing on the second hand as it got closer and closer to another completed minute. Grabbing his blazer, her tossed it over his shoulders immediately and left his desk, grabbing the Styrofoam cup from his stunned secretary as he bolted out the moment the second hand completed its spin.
The standard 9 to 5 never really was his forte, but for the sake of “being human,” it was something he felt had to do.
