Made To Be Mine | YoonMin (on-going)

Chapter 3

The moment Jimin walks in his room, he places his bag on top of his desk and tosses himself on the bed. He laid flat on his stomach, feeling the soft mattress against his aching body.

It's been months since he had a massage, he became busy for the past months that he couldn't make an appointment for a massage. His back aches when he lays on it so he chooses to lay on his stomach first.

His eyes shot open, remembering he still had to finish the presentation.

He gets up from his bed and gets his laptop. He opens it and looked for the file of his presentation but his face slowly started turning into a frown as he kept looking into more folders and it wasn't showing up.

Then it hit him. He forgot to save it. He forgot to save the whole file.

He forgot to save it.

It could've been better if he just forgot to save latest edits of it yet he forgot to save any of it.

How dumb!

Pain!

Jimin puts down his laptop and began pulling on his hair, putting his face on the pillow and screamed against it.

He screamed his lungs out on the pillow, frustrated and tired of himself.

"Fucking save button! How come I fucking forgot to save the whole damn thing?!" He shouted as he faced the full body mirror in his room. His eyes were wide as he stared onto his reflection.

"And unfortunately, I'm not that techy to know if I could restore that fucker!" He flailed his hand as he talked to his reflection, scolding himself for not paying attention enough.

He grabbed and pulled on his own hair for a solid minute before letting go aggressively and turning away from the mirror.

"I need to take a fucking shower to calm down and I'll remake it again, useless brain with no brain cells enough to click on that save button, damn you!"

And he did take a shower, took long. He was in the shower for almost a whole hour, he let himself relax under the showerhead to cool him off.

He had to calm down or he might end up flipping his laptop. But breaking his laptop is the last thing he could do, he can't afford to lose it now that he's on a hurry.

He changed into his loose shirt and his boxers before heading to his desk with his laptop.

2 hours past and he's not yet halfway through, he kept looking for his preferences that he used but it was all difficult to find.

Another hour has passed which he spent looking for the preferences, and somehow he found more than he expected to find.

A knock on the door was heard, "it's not locked!" Jimin answered in a calm tone, far from his tone earlier.

The door clicks open and Anne comes in, the maid that took care of him since the day his adoptive father took him in.

Jimin smiles at Anne who also came in with a sweet smile on her lips, "Jimin, it's dinner time. It downstairs before eleven strikes." Anne reminded and stepped out immediately.

"Okay, thank you Anne. I'll come down in a minute!" Jimin yells for her to hear from the halls. He picks up his notes and his laptop, clicking the save button more than 5 times to be sure and brought it downstairs.

As Jimin came downstairs and was stepped on the last stair, his inside shoes slipped on a pile of flour resulting to him slipping and falling, his head hitting the edge of one of the steps.