I hate you but... I love you| Jimin

06

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Jimin makes everything so complicated.

When he is drunk, he shows a different side of himself towards me. But the next day everything is normal or even worse.

I no longer understand anything.

Let alone Taehyungs, Jungkooks, and Ari's comments that he likes me.

It's fucking impossible. It's just simply insane.

It can't be true.

We hate each other. Right?
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Wednesday's day passed too quickly. I tried to get some rest and had a few beauty procedures.

It was 5:30 pm. And it was time to go to HYBE.

Today there are a few more meetings about the tour.

I opened the car door. Jimin was already in the car.

"Good morning, Jihoon." I smiled broadly at the driver.

"Good morning, Y/n. How was your day?" He looked at me cheerfully.

"Excellent. I hope your day went well too?"

"Not bad at all. But seeing you and your smile makes it all better." Jihoon smiled at me.

I didn't say anything to him, just smiled.

"Y/n, I'm flying to Tokyo for the weekend on Friday. I want you to fly with me. You'll be my videographer, I want to make a little film for Army." Jimin sounded as cold as always.

"And why not one of the BTS cameramen flying? I'm certainly not good enough to please you. Plus it's probably not the best idea for the two of us to fly together. I really shouldn't even be on the list of candidates."

"Don't worry, you're not my first choice. The main cameramen are busy. And you did a filmmaking course at university. So you'll have to come with me. That's your job." Jimin threw a brief glance at me.

"It's nice to know we're not each other's first choices. Nothing changes. Everything only changes when you're drunk. I'm right, yes?"

Jimin stiffened. He turned to me and looked me in the eyes. "What do you mean?"

"You're smart enough to understand everything yourself." I rolled my eyes and got out of the car since we had already arrived at the office.

[...]

The meeting was long and very informative. I was sitting far away from Jimin, so I felt quite comfortable. Apart from catching him looking at me from time to time. But when he saw me looking at him, he immediately looked away.

After work, I wanted nothing. I was tired. I walked home to clear my head.

[...]

Thursday's day was exactly the same. Long long meetings. And then the guys' did various filmings for the future.

[...]

Thursday, 8 p.m.

The driver took me home first.

"Don't forget and don't be late tomorrow. I'll be at your place at 5 am." Jimin said bossily.

"Have a good evening too, Jimin."

I smiled at the driver and got out of the car.

[...]

I got up at 3 am. I got ready and made sure I had everything in my small suitcase.

At 04:57 I entered the elevator. I didn't want any unnecessary scolding for being late.

A good minute later Jimin arrived. This time he was without a driver, in his personal Porsche Panamera GTS.

I wanted to put my suitcase in the back, but I also wanted to sit in the back myself.

"Sit up in front." I heard Jimin's cold voice.

So I put my suitcase in the back seat and sat in the front passenger seat.