THE DEUCE TO PAY | PJM ✔️

FOUR.

Three weeks have passed and you are finally done with Jimin's room. You barely get enough sleep with the loads of work that are suddenly shoved up to your face almost at the same time. The room would have been done within 2 weeks or less because of Jimin's simple and minimal preferences.

In the time spent of three weeks, you surprisingly get along with Jimin. His reaction gets slightly better than the first time they interacted. If his reaction before is just a nod and a shake of head then now he starts to use more words.

"Do you like it? Do you want to change anything?" You ask, your voice thick with hopefulness—hoping he'll like the room— and concern. You're worried if by chance the room isn't up to his preference and him not reacting when you are showcasing his newly designed room.

The interior is fully based on Jimin's preference but he doesn't detail things like the position and arrangement of certain furniture which made it fully your problem to solve.

Different from your thoughts, your effort actually makes his stomach flutter and his heart fills with warmth. To witness such a human cares for him so much when not even his parents care for him.

But he doesn't want to believe that you actually care about him.

It's probably an act or just because it's her duty, her obligation. She didn't do all this out of willingness. He tells himself.

He decides to ease your worry. "It's fine." It came out as emotionless speech.

Upon hearing his words, you sigh in relief.

It takes days and hours to design his room. You try to finish it as soon as possible, you push some negotiable work for another day just to finish Jimin's room. You squeeze your brain out to generate ideas for Jimin's room that made you sleepless at night and the overload works too. You've seen the way Jimin was slightly uncomfortable with the ready and furnished room so that's why you rushed everything.

The dark circles are visible around your eyes, you don't have the time to cover it up because you are so excited to show Jimin his room but it doesn't matter now that Jimin is satisfied with the result.

Jimin notices the dark circle under your eyes. He has seen how hard you work just for him and it makes his stomach flutter once again. Jimin studies your current look, your hair is slightly dishevelled because you are rushing to get him right after the room is done. Despite your busyness, you still look after Jimin with great care.

'No, it's just part of her work.'

But Jimin would be lying if he said he doesn't enjoy your company. He loves having you with him in the boring room. You constantly try to strike up a conversation with him and he would just sit and stare, giving little to almost no reaction at all— That was at first. As you continue visiting him, doing the same thing and new things with him every day, he slowly starts to open up to you.

"(Y/N)?" A masculine voice interrupts the two of you. "Are you done with your patient?"

"Jaemin," You simper as you see him at the door frame. "Yes, I'm done here." You scan the room one last time before making your way towards the door.

'Don't go'

You freeze your steps as you feel your coat is being pulled. Turning around and pouring all of your attention on Jimin—the one that pulled your coat. You are surprised by his out of character action. You look at Jimin with knitted eyebrows.

'Yes, only keep your attention on me.'

'Fuck, what am I thinking? It's just an act— An ac—'

"Jimin?"

Your voice brings him back to reality. He doesn't notice that his grip on the hem of your coat is tightening for each passing second.

Jaemin lets out a cough as he says. "We're getting late now, (Y/N)."

You turn to him and back to Jimin. "Is there anything you need, Jimin?" You ask softly, voice lace with concern. Jimin stares at your face, contemplating with his mind.

Why doesn't he want you to go?

Why does he feel a slight of anger knowing the fact that you are going to leave with that guy?

He is developing an infatuation with you.

"Don't go," He whispers ever so quietly.

A progress!

You have always prioritised your patient so of course, you would listen to Jimin's request rather than having lunch with Jaemin. You turn to Jaemin. "I'm sorry, Jaemin... My patient comes first. Ask Lia to accompany you for lunch, okay?" You try giving him suggestions. "I'm really sorry!" You pout to express your sorrow.

"You promised, (Y/N)," Jaemin sighs and folds his arms on his chest.

'Can't this man see how tired (Y/N) is?'

"I know..." You whine at him. "Only this time, please?"

Jimin clutches harder onto your coat. He could see that you are contemplating; you feel sorry and guilty for breaking the promise but you are needed by your patient. You could just decide to go and have lunch with Jaemin and come back to Jimin after lunch but—

He had no choice now.

Jimin suddenly staggers to his feet as he retreats a few steps back, hands gripping on both sides of his head. Whimpers escape his plump lips. He weakly falls on his knees.

"Jimin!" You gasp as you rush to him. Jimin immediately clings onto your body. He wraps his arms around your waist as he lets his head rest on the crook of your neck, slyly inhaling her scent.

"My head hurts, (Y/N)..." He groans in pain. Obviously faking it.

He sends an intimidating glare to Jaemin. The guy somehow manages to pick up the signal that he's not welcome in Jimin's zone.

"My patient needs me, Ja—" You turn to Jaemin but only to see no one at the door frame.

Shrugging it off, you caress Jimin's head. "Come, let's get you to bed, Jimin." You guide Jimin to his bed when suddenly he starts to whisper something in your ear. He is singing something— a song.

"What song are you singing, Jimin?" You ask while still guiding him to his bed.

Jimin doesn't answer you as he continues singing the song ever so softly. Your mind starts to feel hazy for no reason and your senses are clouded. It feels like someone else is now controlling both your mind and body. Your body loses all strength and clings onto Jimin out of reflex.

"J-Jimin, why do I feel..." You breathe heavily as you cling on Jimin like he is your last lifeline.

You feel your body heating up as Jimin makes your body burn with pleasure from only his touch.

"Sleep, my darling.." He muses into your ears.

Even though every movement is against your will but your body and mind have been begging for a break and you know better than to go against it so you succumb to the tiredness, you believe you're succumbing to the tiredness instead of whatever weird feelings you just felt. You fall asleep in Jimin's arms immediately all while Jimin is still singing his siren song.