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4: An actor he loved and admired

Jungkook waited and waited some more. "Why isn't Jimin out yet?" His foot tapped against the brakes of the car. "Should I call Ms. Saina? I should call Ms. Saina."

The pre-connected phone with the car's Bluetooth blared up with a ringing sound when it reverberated through high-definition speakers. "Hello," Ms. Saina's voice was mellifluous as it was, it sounded expensive coming out of Jimin's car's speakers. 

"I am waiting for Jimin, Ms. Saina. He isn't out yet. Should I go in to check?"

The lady's face was flashed with a smile, an empathetic one. "You should always go in and wake him up, Jungkook. He won't wake up with alarms you might have set."

"I didn't set any. I left the note on the fridge last night," Jungkook's face distorted in worry. Ms. Saina was already on the set and he was supposed to bring Jimin within thirty minutes, which seemed a task impossible now. 

"See you, Ms. Saina," Jungkook hustled out of the car, taking his phone and tucking it in his jeans pockets. The security guards let him past the gate without questioning, otherwise, Jungkook was sure that he wouldn't be able to answer them with how much he was panicking. The first day on his own and he already fucked up.

"Jimin?" He called just as he entered the living room while huffing. There were only a few workers there who didn't bother to look up as per the house rules. He had seen the man getting into a bedroom on the first floor, so he sauntered towards it.

Knocking at the door gingerly, he lost all patience and dashed inside to be met with Jimin's butt snuggling into the mattress. "Oh, gosh!" His hands reached up to his eyes, turning around his frame, but he detected no movement on the bed. While covering his face, Jungkook stepped closer to the man, dipping his hand down with an intention to shake the man, but then he reminded himself how the actor convulsed by his touch yesterday. 

"Jimin?" He called louder and the actor squabbled with the duvet before turning around and welcoming Jungkook with his morning wood. His eyes fell open to Jungkook tearing his gaze away with the crimson on his face. 

"What time is it?" The actor asked. 

"T-ten," Jungkook replied in a slow voice, still looking away and anticipating what might Jimin do now. 

Groaning in agitation, Jimin got on his foot, slightly swaying with the hangover but covering up pretty quickly. All around were glass walls and as much as Jungkook tried to not stare, Jimin's reflection was clear as crystal in squeaky clean reflectors. The man walked over to his single-sitter sofa and picked up the robe from there. 

Jungkook could breathe again when the man clothed fully. Oddly, Jimin said nothing and made a bee-line to the bathroom.

Jungkook now waited, feeling strongly nauseous because of what might happen.

When Jimin walked out of the room in an orange t-shirt and black ripped pants, Jungkook ogled and scolded himself, but still ogled. Jimin continued to walk ahead and Jungkook had no option but to follow him like a puppy. He saw Jimin pulling out a brand of canned coconut water from the fridge and picking a specific brand of sugar-free candy, popping it in his mouth. 

"Leaving motivational quotes on my fridge won't wake me up."

Jungkook closed his eyes. It wasn't too bad as he expected. "I am so sorry, Jimin. I didn't know I had to come inside. You won't have any complaints from tomorrow." He began to convince the actor that he was a good candidate for the job and that he'd prove it. 

With the sexiest of a smirk, Jimin turned to face Jungkook, instantly halting the younger male as breath knocked off his lungs. Jungkook found himself so small, so irrelevant in presence of Jimin. He came from an affluent family but standing in a literal glass castle, in front of this king, he felt that everyone else back at home was merely a joke, including himself. How different the man was from everyone else, even though he was also a human being.