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'Please pay attention to the dates or else you might get confused through the story'
"You are my doll..!"
When he said, he meant it.. She really was his doll which he crushed into thousand pieces.
But while breaking...
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"No, tell them we're not holding it now. Maybe next week...my secretary is not well."
Seokjin told his manager as you watched him pacing back and forth slowly. An unknown embarrassment filled your heart. You tried to get up from his bed.
His bed.
After getting fainted, you were brought to his mansion by him and got a proper treatment by his doctor. His heart sank and rose in the depths of his body in the concerns about why you lost your consciousness suddenly.
When the doctor told him that it was because of a little more workload, he cancelled your attendance at the office for a few days till you were recovered.
And now it was the second day you were still at his mansion, being treated like a dutchess_ which made you feel uncomfortable because you weren't used to it for more than two years now. It was the protocol Jimin gave you when you were at his mansion. Maybe more than that. But this care and love you received now made you feel odd.
"Seokjin, don't delay the party just because of a small matter." You said, "I'm totally fine now."
He immediately stepped to you as he saw you getting up.
"What are you doing? Keep lying on the bed, your voice tells you're still feeling debility."
He held your shoulders and stopped you from getting up. You quit your intention of standing after hearing him, but still tried to convince him about your health.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." You replied, "Seokjin, staying here all the time makes me feel more weak. I want to attend the office and- "
"No," He totally rejected your request, "I'm not allowing you until you're completely fit and fine."
"I am now. And it feels weird lying on the bed and stare at the milky ceiling. I feel like a memory loss patient or what." You pouted.
A chuckle escaped his mouth as heard your words. Resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his fist, he said.
"Well, I can allow you go outside and refresh yourself in the lawn, but I'm not allowing you to attend the office for a few days."
"But..."
His standing posture halted in the mid-way as he heard your starter for another complain. He sat again and asked with brows knitted.
"But what?"
"I_ feel_ uh...awkward here" You stuttered, thinking how to deliver your thoughts and feelings in most appropriate way.
"Ouch! That hurt!" Seokjin at once whined, putting his hand on his heart, "and may I know why you feel so?" Earning a chuckle from you, he asked after a deep sigh.
